*Ally's POV*

I can't believe he agreed to help me! It feels like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Well, almost. People were still staring at me as I walked to my locker, but I don't even care. I let out a sigh as I turned a corner, but it almost seemed to freeze in my mouth. I couldn't believe what I was seeing!

*Bree's POV*

Meet me by my locker upstairs- Dylan

I reread the text about ten times before it finally registered in my brain. I looked over at my brothers. Chase was trying to tell Leo that if he keeps annoying Rose she'll take his arm off. I don't think it'll ever come to that… at least I hope not. My phone vibrated in my hand again and I looked down at it.

We have to talk- Dylan

He's right. We do have to talk. What it is he wants to talk about I'm not sure. He might want to talk about our biology project, or he could want to talk about yesterday. I'm hoping that it's only the biology project. (in case you were wondering they gave each other their numbers yesterday in biology)

"Yeah we get it, Chase is always right, now bye," I said to them before running off. I decided to go up the back stairs, because I know that they would wonder why I was going upstairs since my locker is on the first floor.

***Slight Time Skip***

The lights in the hallways upstairs were still off, so I had some trouble seeing where I was going. I headed to what I was guessing to be the general direction of Dylan's locker. I don't know where his locker is! I crept along the wall and tried to be quiet. In the movies, isn't this the scene where the girl gets killed? As soon as the thought entered my head, two hands grabbed my waist from behind.

"Aaahhhhh!" I shrieked, kicking my leg out behind me and successfully kicking the person. I spun around to see the silhouette of a boy on the ground. "Oh please don't be Dylan."

"Oh, it's Dylan all right. And I'm bruised," he said, his voice unusually high. I have a feeling I kicked him where no man ever wants to be kicked.

"Oh my god I am so sorry," I rushed to help him up.

"It's okay. But a kiss might make me feel better," he said, slightly leaning towards me. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't, so I pushed him away.

"Hey, it's your fault for sneaking up behind me in a dark hallway," I told him, crossing my arms.

"Good point," he sighed, taking a small step closer. "Look, we have to talk."

"Yeah, we probably should," I agreed. He took my hand and led me to a bench by the corner. The only reason I knew it was by a corner was because my eyes have somewhat adjusted to the darkness and I knew it was a bench because I whammed my knee into it. "Ow! That was payback for the kick wasn't it?"

"No, that was just good luck," he said rubbing my knee, which caused my entire leg to tingle. Yeah, this definitely isn't normal. I discussed it with Rose yesterday.

*Flashback*

"So why the heck did you kiss Dylan, the player, Miller?" Rose had asked. We were in my room with the door closed, and apparently Rose thought that she had waited long enough to interrogate me.

"Ok first of all, I only kissed his cheek. Secondly, he dared me to," I told her. She still looked confused so I told her about our bet and that he had won because my stupid shoelace tripped me. "So give me some credit that I didn't involve his lips."

"But you wanted to," it wasn't even a question. She knows me so well that she knows what I'm feeling and thinking even before I do.

"No… maybe…yes?" Rose might be sure of what I want, but I sure wasn't. "I don't know. I mean, I know that he's a player but I can't help but want to."

"Your confused. It happens to the best of us," she walked over and sat beside me on my bed and gave me a hug. I don't get how people think of her as cold, when really she's probably the nicest person they'll ever meet.

"Any ideas on what I can do?" I asked her.

"You have to talk to him," she said.

"No thanks, I'm good," I said quickly, getting up and walking over to my dresser. I looked at Rose through the reflection in my mirror on the wall. She got up and came beside me.

"Bree, I know you probably don't ever want to see him again, but you have to. If you really do like this guy you're going to have to meet him half way," she wrapped an arm around my shoulders and gave me a squeeze. Her words had gone through my head all night as I tried to decide what to do.

*Present Time*

Obviously I had decided on talking to him, but I still wasn't sure what I wanted.

"Bree," Dylan said, waving his hand in front of my face. Huh, guess I kinda spaced out there. I don't usually.

"Sorry, what?" I asked, tilting my head to the side as I looked at him.

"I asked you if you wanted to, you know, hang out this weekend," he asked nervously. Ah! A million scenarios played in my mind, but I shut them out and went with my heart.

"Sure, that sounds great," I smiled at him.

"Great," he repeated, leaning in closer. But this time, I didn't stop him.