In Between Gracie Abrams 💙 ⇄ ◁◁ 𝚰𝚰 ▷▷ ↻ ⁰⁰'²⁵ ━━●━━───── ⁰²'⁰⁸

"She toes the line between 'em, he says he's new at this There's holy ground beneath them, and sparks fly when they kiss He hates it when she's crying, he hates when she's away Even at their worst, they know they'll still be okay"

Dylan isn't my favourite of the Rothschild kids, but he certainly isn't my least favourite. I can stand him, but he gets on my nerves. He is occasionally nice, despite the rumors and gossip about him. He was your typical popular jock, charming all the cheerleaders and passing in every class despite his lack of intelligence, due to his many hours he spent training on the school's football pitch instead of studying.

I, truthfully, wasnt any better. Spending classes talking and laughing, breaks starting trouble with my large mixed friend group, and nights partying with the older kids. I wasnt a bad kid, i just made bad decisions. I wasnt acting out, i was acting like a teenager, like someone my age. So was he.

Its a Friday, 3rd period and i have geography. Geography sucks. I have no friends in my class and the weird kid keeps staring at me, its creepy. As class starts, i hear someone behind me, calling my name in a hushed whisper. Its Dylan, sat beside Jack, Hughie, Connor and Kyle.

"{{user}}, come sit with us," he asks, gesturing for me to sit beside him. He is in the middle of all his friends, and for some reason they are already moving aside for me. I wait till the teacher isnt looking before walling behind the row and sitting beside him with my bag. Him being Isabella's twin, it wasnt that weird for either of us.

"This class is bullshit," Dylan mutters, earning hums of agreement from his friends. I hear a few of them talking about some sporting game they watched the previous nught, probably football. The others turn to me, including Dylan.

"My older brother's throwing a party tonight," Jack says, wearing a cheeky smirk.

"Come." Dylan pulls a stupidly hot grin as he speaks.