unwanted
Chapter One I woke up to the sound of the music blasting from my iPhone. I quickly got up from the ground; I’m guessing that’s where I slept. I didn’t remember anything from last night, it was all a blur. Los Angeles nights get pretty out of hand when you go to spur of the moment parties, like Max always has. I felt like I had a hangover, thank God it was Saturday. All I remember from last night was that I was dancing, drinking, having a good time. Nothing bad, I just don’t know how I ended up on the floor back at my room , I’m pretty sure that I didn’t throw the party. “JUST ANSWER YOUR FRICKEN PHONE ALREADY!!!!” Erin, my roommate, screamed throwing a pillow at my head.
I rubbed my eyes and to wake up and my hands turned black with makeup. The phone number was unknown but I answered anyway, “Hello?” I was so tired no noise came out of my mouth; I cleared my throat and repeated myself, “Hello?”
A voice answered me, “HEEEYYY!” it sounded like a guy, maybe Dad? Was this another one of his early morning drunk calls from New York? I didn’t care who it was, all I wanted to do was go back to sleep, I had a massive headache and this loud man’s voice wasn’t helping the situation. “Who is this?” I said wondering.
He stopped for a second “Don’t you remember, Daryl?” Honestly, I honestly had no idea who it was (And for the record I’m a girl, yes my name is Daryl blame my parents they named me. They have weird tastes). The guy on the phone was breathing loudly, I was worried; Did give my number to some creep last night, oh lord help me.
“Wait, who is this?” I asked reluctantly. “I’m guessing you don’t remember anything from last night so, let’s just start over,” the voice said “It’s Dylan, Dylan O’Brien, from Max’s party last night?” My memory was coming back to me, I recognized this name.
“Dylan O’Brien? Wait….as in Dylan O’Brien the actor?” Oh. My. God. This could not be happening. “I mean….. Erm…. It was so nice to meet you last night.” My sad attempt at trying to cover up my freak out.
He laughed “Ha-ha. Yes, as in Dylan O’Brien the actor, but you can call me Dylan, all my friends do anyway,” So I was his friend now?
I was freaking out; I tried not to scream on the phone. I was jumping around my room when I slipped, I landed on my hip. I screamed out in agony. Erin ran over from the other side of my dorm, “Daryl, are you okay?” she asked standing over me, looking at me lying on the ground.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I got up and sat on my bed, Erin shrugged and turned on her heals flopping on the bed across from mine. I tried blocking out the pain; Dylan O’Brien was on the phone with me!
“DARYL?!? Are you okay?” I heard Dylan calling from the phone, which was now on the floor. I scrambled to grab it.
“Dylan? Yeah, I’m fine; I just fell of my… ummmm... Bed.” That was a good enough excuse, right?
Dylan was laughing again, “Alrighty then… So, are we still on for tonight or not?” he asked, I didn’t know what we were ‘on for’ though. I asked him, “Refresh my memory. What are we doing tonight?”
He was still laughing. I was totally embarrassing myself!! Just stay calm, I kept warning myself. “Well, last night, we were playing a game of beer pong and we made had a bet: if I won: you would have to go on a date with me,” he stated
I giggled, “Sounds legit,” I replied; we both laughed. “So I’ll pick you up at 4?” he asked. “Of course!” Then a thought crossed my mind, “Wait, how you know where I live?” I asked
“How do you think you got home last night?” he said. I’m guessing he drove me home; I must have been giving him directions. Omg, was I too drunk to get home myself??
“Ah, psh, I knew that,” I stuttered.
He giggled, I almost fainted, his giggle gave me butterflies, and “I’ll pick you up at 4, Kay”? Don’t wear anything expensive; wear clothes you don’t care about, alright? I’m sure you’ll look stunning in anything, though.” He sounded excited. I wondered what we would be doing on this date if I was allowed to be casual. “Sure, see you then, Dylan,”
“Can’t wait!” He replied as we both hung up our phones. Now I had to call in reinforcements.
I called one of my closet friends Abby. She had been my first friend when I moved to California from New York, nearly 5 years ago. She had also moved from the east coast, she was around 10 at the time. I moved to LA when I was 15 and have been here ever since, now I’m 20 (21 in about a month). I go to USC in the heart of Los Angeles and I love it here. Ever since I moved here I knew this was the place for me. When I got a camera for my sweet sixteen, I started taking photographs of everything and making silent films, music videos and sketches. Now, at USC I am studying photography and cinematic arts. Abby on the other hand, is here for a major in Dramatic Arts and Theatre, she is by far one of the most talented singers and actors on campus. She has even starred in a few of my short films. Abby said she would be over in a few minutes. Her dorm is across campus near the theatre, but she was in the bookstore, which is under my building, thank god. While I waited for her I walked into my closet only to be overwhelmed by all the clothes. I noticed the light on my voicemail machine was blinking; I pressed the button and listened to my mom telling me that my dad wanted to see me and that I really should go to New York for Thanksgiving to visit his family. I deleted the voicemail right then and there; I couldn’t deal with my dad right now.
Obviously, my parents don’t live together anymore, my mom moved to CA after the divorce to be closer to her family, and since my dad was in rehab (for the third time), she got full custody of yours truly. I was an only child; I was spoiled by my mom. I got anything I wanted even though I never felt like I deserved it. I sat up off my bed and didn’t want to do anything, I was so nervous about going out with Dylan; I decided to wait for Abby I sat on the ground my up against the couch, with my legs crossed sitting up straight, just sitting, staring and waiting. I was staring in the mirror admiring my once sunken in stomach and thoughts were rushing through my head when the door swung open. It was Abby, this was typical for her: she treated my room like her own, so she always did everything herself. She knew where everything was. My roommate knowing what was going to happen, jumped off her bed and scurried out of the room, grabbing her car keys. Abby was hysterical when she saw me poking at my stomach in the mirror. She stopped in front of me, threw my arms down to my sides, “No, time for that, so when are you and Mr. Stilinksi getting married?” she said jokingly, I laughed as she helped me up. When she had gotten here, it was 12 pm so we had a while to get me ready. We flipped on the TV and of course, Teen Wolf just had to be on. “Omg, I think it’s a sign,”
“No, Turn it off,” I said clicking the remote to a different channel, Victorious started playing, Abby was disgusted, but I left it on. “I can’t think of Dylan as Stiles right now, I already fangirled once, it can’t happen again.”
“How did you meet him anyway?” Abby uttered with a mouthful of nutella that she was eating out of the mega jar I kept on my food shelf.
“You remember Max’s party last night, well, that guy I was hanging out with was apparently Dylan. I was so drunk I didn’t even realize,” I was slightly embarrassed, that he probably saw me drunk.
“Ha-ha, I didn’t drink because I had an audition this morning, but that guy you were talking to had longish hair,” she was confusing me now.
I decided to Google Dylan’s name, all the images showed that he did have long hair, wow, I felt stupid now.
“See, told you, I honestly think he looks better with long hair, wait oh my god, what is this…” Abby pushed me off the chair and clicked on a link that showed a boy in a maroon hoodie as the thumbnail. As the song Wannabe by the Spice Girls started playing a teenage Dylan O’Brien started singing and lip synching. “Baby Stiles, this kid is fucking hilarious,” Abby clicked on another video of 2 boys sitting in a room talking about YouTube videos. “He has a whole channel and everything, oh my god, this is actually really funny,” She was laughing hysterically.
“Please, stop, I cannot stalk Dylan like this,” I shut the laptop from over her shoulder.
“Oh, shut up, you know you want to,” she scolded me, “It’s 2 o’clock, do you wanna get ready now?”
“AHHHHH, I need help, let’s get to it.”

Chapter Two Abby helped me pick out a cute yet completely casual outfit. We decided on my old high wasted denim shorts, a plain white V-neck shirt and my old pink high top converse. They were super worn out. I grabbed my fringed cross-body satchel, and stuffed all my necessary items into it as best I could.
“You need accessories,” Abby insisted as she placed a long necklace with a camera charm on the bottom. (My dad had given me this charm the last time I saw him 4 years ago, when he visited me in the hospital). I really didn’t want to wear this now, but I had already disagreed with Abby too many times for one day.
Abby did my makeup and hair. She parted my hair down the middle and put my auburn brown hair into a low bun using a pink ribbon. She went a little bit overboard on the makeup, so, I ended up doing it myself. It was about 10 minutes before I was supposed to meet Dylan. So, I headed downstairs and Abby followed. We walked down the stair case and the heat instantly hit me. I’m glad I wore shorts today.
“Well I best be going, girlie, have fun on your date” she looked me over as if a proud mom would on her daughter‘s first day of school. A car pulled up in front of us, the door opened and her jaw dropped. Someone was standing there, but I couldn’t see, her big head was in the way. “Hey! Is Daryl here?” a voice asked, Dylan’s head peered around Abby and I waved to him. Abby moved out of the way so I could see my date, he was wearing black skinny jeans, a blue polo and some old white vans, he looked so good. “Hey Dylan!” I smiled.
“Hey Beautiful!” he answered cheerfully. Abby hit me in the arm; I’m guessing she wanted me to introduce her.
“Oh yeah, this is my best friend Abby” I said.
He smiled and put his hand out for her to shake, a true gentlemen. “Hey Abby” he greeted her. “Hi there,” she said excitedly.
“Well, Daryl, we better get going, our reservations are in 10 minutes, and we got to jam!” Reservations? I thought he said this was casual.
He opened the car door for me,-what a gentleman- waved to Abby and walked around to the driver’s side of the car.

As he walked in front of the car, his arms flexed. Oh how much I wanted those toned biceps to hold me. I just wanted to fall asleep on his chest. The car door slamming woke me from my day dream.
“So, did you really win at Beer Pong last night?” I asked Dylan as we started driving.
“Uh, no. I just needed a reason, so you would go out with me.” He blushed.
“Oh,” I can’t believe I didn’t remember this!
“It’s totally fine, Max introduced us because I told him I thought you were gorgeous. You were a little tipsy, but totally sweet and I didn’t want to leave your side.” He looked over at me, checking me out.
I blushed, “About that, I don’t usually get drunk, it was just kind of a fun thing, I probably embarrassed myself so much,”
“Nahhh, I’m pretty sure we both did some regrettable things last night,” Does he mean? Could we have? I felt sick to my stomach. This could not be happening again.
“Ummmm, last night, did we… have? uh-“
“NO… no no no no. Don’t worry, Max would not let us do that at his house,” He laughed, “Well, it looks like we’re here,” We pulled into a huge parking lot to a large warehouse. What the hell, are we going to a rave? As the car pulled around to the side of the building, Indoor Go Karting appeared on the front of the building.
***
“I’ve always wanted to, so why not take a chance?” He shrugged as he held the warehouse door open.
As we got into the cars with our helmets and jumpsuits on, Dylan yelled over the noise, “If I win, I get to kiss you, deal?”
“Hmmmm, okay, but if I win, you have to make me an ice cream sundae?”
He laughed and winked, “Sounds like a plan!” He said as he stepped into the car.

“Ready! Set! Go!” The green light at the front of the track flashed and we were off. As we raced around the track for about half an hour, Dylan would occasionally bump into me, pushing my car into the pile of tires. After about 20 laps, I passed Dylan’s car and won the race.
“OOOHHH yahhhh!!! I WIN!!!” I danced around my car, “Looks like I will be getting a gourmet sundae, Mr. O’Brien.”
“Oh, come on, seriously,” he kicked the side of his car.
“Whoa, dude, calm down,” Was he actually mad?
“Sorry, it’s just, I get pretty competitive,” he looked down.
“How ‘bout we share an ice cream sundae,” I decided.
“I would love that!” We walked into the main room and started to zip down our jumpsuits, “Wait, Wait. I need to get a picture of your winning stance; I laughed at the request but posed anyway. I had my helmet under my right arm and my left arm pointed in the air, “Perfect, that is my new screensaver!”
“You’re so goofy,” I took off my jump suit and Dylan went to go pay the guy behind the counter.
“Dude, you got lucky, she’s beautiful,” the man said from behind the counter.
“I know,” Dylan said turning to me.
“You know, I get many couples in here, but you I can tell you guys have something real,”
“Oh, um, we’re not a-“ “Thanks, man,” Dylan interrupted me.
The whole car ride home was quite awkward; I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to ask why he didn’t tell that guy we were not a couple, but he probably had his reasons. We pulled into an apartment building, The Silver Fountains; I heard this name in the tabloids, for housing celebrities.
He opened the door to the car for me and helped me out. “Welcome, to my humble abode,” he gestured towards, the revolving door. As we were in the elevator going up, he grabbed my hand. It felt so warm, he was shaking. I looked at him and he was staring at me shyly. “I’m sorry, I’ve just never brought a girl to my apartment, but your special,” I’ll take that as a compliment, he was so cute when he was nervous.
As we stepped into his apartment, he spun me around and pulled me into the kitchen. “Now, I owe you a sundae, right?” Dylan walked over to the freezer. “That’s right,” I sat at the counter as he pulled out all the necessary items.
***
“I present to you: The Everything but The Kitchen Sink Sundae!” “It looks delish!” I announced. He had piled 6 scoops of various ice creams in a large bowl and thrown on all the candy he could find, and then topped it with chocolate and whip cream. As I took my first bite, I felt Dylan eyeing at me. I turned around and suddenly a hand full of whip cream was in my face.
“That’s for cheating in the go kart race!” Dylan laughed.
“Oh. My. God.” I grabbed the chocolate sauce bottle and dripped it down his cheek, “That’s for being a sore loser!” and ran to get cover as he grabbed the whip cream can.
“Gotcha!” he yelled as he sprayed whip cream across my chest. This soon turned into a full blown, food fight. A scoop of strawberry ice cream landed on my shorts! And handful of whip cream splattered across Dylan’s chest! I don’t even know how long this continued, but every second, the kitchen got messier and stickier.
There was silence and no one was throwing anything. I was crouched behind the table, laughing, covered in chocolate. I just sat there for a while, admiring the fact that I was having an ice cream fight with Dylan O’Brien. I stood up to sneak up on Dylan, and he ran into me, we both fell on the floor laughing. I lay on his chest, we were both laughing so hard we couldn’t breathe. Then it got quiet, both of us were reflecting on this perfect day. And then out of the blue he kissed me. His lips touched mine, there were so soft. Soon, we were making out, his hands were holding my head so gently yet determining. I took a breath and sat back on my hands; Dylan crawled over me and tried to kiss my neck. I pulled back immediately. “I’m so sorry, am I going too far?” I could see the worry in his eyes. “No, it’s just…. Ummm…” I pulled myself up from the floor, “I, uh just have to go to the bathroom,”

Chapter Three “I’ll be in the living room, see ya in a sec,” he seemed okay with it. I grabbed my purse and ran to the door he pointed to. I got to the bathroom and shut the door. No, you cannot cry now, Daryl, stop crying. You have a guy out there who is as sweet as can be and you are not going to let this happen again. All I could think of was my high school years. When I moved out to LA I was 15 and a sophomore, I had only been to school for a month, when the most popular senior boy asked me out, he seemed sweet enough and I agreed. We had been dating for a few weeks and he took me to a college party. He got drunk and I didn’t. I knew I had to obey him because he told me he loved me, I had never had a man tell he cared about me in my whole life. It made me feel special. He took to the bedroom upstairs and as much as I refused, he pulled my clothes off and kissed me everywhere. That night my whole life as taken right out from under me. Something I had been planning to do with someone I loved was stolen. I felt like a ragdoll. He just wanted me for one reason. I was worthless. I went home that night, with no feelings. I had forgotten my whole life; all I could think about was that night. I wasn’t the same person anymore. I fell behind in school and kept getting skinnier and skinnier. The blood would drip from my wrists every night in the bath, it felt magical almost as if I was in a fantasy land and I had emotions again. It was just what I needed. I started eating 300 calories a day, I was never even hungry, every night I would look at my skeleton in the mirror and watch the blood flow from the cuts. I wasn’t trying to kill myself, but I wouldn’t care if I did. I let him take advantage of me, more than once, I knew it was wrong, but he said that he would care for me and love me. That was all I needed. My mom finally noticed. She immediately took me to the hospital and they checked me out. The nurse discovered my scars on my arms and stomach. I was in and out of the hospital for a year. After countless people visiting me, some I didn’t even think liked me, He showed up. Yes, the boy who started this, he was oblivious. All he did was ask when I was getting out, so we could continue our “relationship”. I calmly told him told to leave and never spoke to him again.
That day I vowed to never let another man hurt me again. I’ve never even kissed a guy since I have been out of that hospital.
Now, I was crumpled on the floor, wondering how I could get out of this house as fast as I could. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, I whimpered, “Yes?
“Hey Daryl, It’s been awhile are you al- oh my god are you crying?” Dylan said from the hallway.
She dries her tears and goes back outside to talk to Dylan.

She tells Dylan she doesn’t want to be used and abused.
He wants to know, and she explains everything: dad/anorexia/guys.
He grabbed my head and kissed my forehead, his lips were stuck on my forehead. I slowly kissed him and he ran his fingers through my hair. And, in that moment, I could tell he really did want to protect me. “Not to sound inconsiderate or anything, but I really need to get this crap off my body,” he started to take his shirt off, “is that alright with you?” “Just go, you dirty boy,”
“Oh I like that” he gave me a goofy smile. I laughed and pushed him off the couch. As he got off the couch he asked, “Daryl, do you want to take a shower? You can borrow some sweats while your clothes are in the wash.”
“I would love to get this chocolate outta my hair,” “I guess, that means yes?” He said I could watch TV while he was gone. When Dylan walked down the hall after his shower, he was wearing black shorts and his Mets sweatshirt; his hair was peeking out of a red beanie.
“I like your hat,” I giggled.
“Oh, you do? Do you?” he took off his hair and shook his like a dog. Misting me in water. “Now, c’mon I’ll show you to the bathroom,” he had laid out his black sweatpants and a pale blue t-shirt.
“Am I going to fit into these?” I asked as he was walking out of the restroom.
“If not, you don’t have to wear anything at all.” He smiled.
“Ya pervert,” I joked as I closed the door. I tried to take the quickest shower I could, but it took so long to all this chocolate and melted ice cream out of my hair. A food fight seems like such a good idea as its happening. I dried myself and slipped on Dylan’s pants. They were a little loose so I tightened the waist. The shirt was humongous, so I rolled up the sleeves into a tank and tied the bottom around my hips. I walked down and did a little spin as I entered the living room.
Dylan picked me up from behind and spun me around, “Well, don’t you just look like a million dollar model?” he kissed me on the cheek and we landed on the couch.
We snuggled on the couch and put on Superbad, one of his favorite movies. Neither of of even paying attention to the screen.
About 20 minutes in, he turned off the TV and turned to me, looked right into my eyes, “Daryl, I really like you,”
“I really like you, too, Dylan. Today was the most fun I think I ever had.” I smiled, grabbing his hand.
“Daryl, I really, really like you,” Dylan continued, “After, yesterday at the party, I couldn’t wait to see you again, “
“Dylan, just get to the point already,” I was trying to say it as nicely as I could.
“Ok, Umm… Daryl Fallon, will you be my Girlfriend?” I could see he was legitimately nervous.
“Oh, Dylan, of course I will!” I quickly pecked him on the lips. He leaned and kissed me harder, I kissed him back harder. I don’t know how long it had been when someone interrupted, “Whoa, there love birds, get a room at least” he laughed; I looked up and realized it was Tyler Posey.
“Oh, My!” I lifted myself of Dylan but missed the couch and hit the floor with a loud THUMP! I quickly sat up, “Oh, hello.”
“Hi, cutie,” he extended his arm to help me up; I took his hand and he pulled me up. I almost flew off the ground, he was so strong.
“So, who’s you girlfriend, Dylan?” he asked, while punching Dylan in the arm. Dylan pushed his friend’s hand away, clearly embarrassed.
“I a- um – I’m Daryl,” I interrupted.
“Oh, party girl, it’s nice to meet, Dyl literally could not shut up about you last night!”
“Oh….” I looked away, embarrassed.
Dylan leaned close to his friend, “Dude, shut up, she’s really sweet when she’s not drunk,”
Trying to ignore the fact that I just heard what he had said to his friend, I quickly changed the subject, “What time is it?” I asked. It was already dark outside, it got dark pretty late in the fall.
Dylan checked his phone that was lying on the counter, “its 10 pm. Why, do you have a curfew?”
“My dorm’s curfew is Midnight but I’ve snuck in later, I’ll just let my roommate, know,” I informed the boys. I called my roommate, Erin, she had just gotten home from work and I told her to keep the door unlocked, then she yelled at me for sneaking in last night and how she can’t keep covering for me when the advisors come around, “Oh, alright,” I groaned, “whatever,” I hung up the phone. “I have to be home before 12, so what do you want do?” She talks to Tyler but then he leaves to his gf’s house. Her and Dylan talk and get heated and she realizes she missed curfew and “sleeps” over at Dylan’s house

Chapter Four I slipped off my shoes and flopped over to my bed