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The mysterious Dyllan
By ghostwriter

 


Dyllan's POV

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I sat on the floor panting. I grab my small towel and wipe the sweat of my face.

“Why did you stop?” I looked at Amy. She was one of my best friends.

“I just need a break. This is intense choreography! I'm proud of you.”

I take a few gulps from my water bottle and stare at my small friend. She is just as sweaty as I am. She sits next to me and pulls her black hair into a tight ponytail, getting it out of her beautiful tan skin. From what we could tell she was Hawaiian Asian. Her and I have been friends since we could remember. I was a few years older then her, we met in one of the foster homes we lived in. Her and I always found ways to hangout when we were put into separate foster homes. Now we were attending college together both studying dance.

“You 2 retards never quit do you?” I heard a male voice say behind me. Bremen and Elliot walk into the dance studio with smirks on their faces. Bremen in a tall skinny white guy with brown shaggy hair that barely reaches his chin and a small beard forming, he is 22, but looks 19. His arms are covered in tattoos and he has his bottom lip pierced. I take a look at his outfit and just laugh to myself. He had on a white wife beater, his favorite red and black flannel, ripped jeans, beat up converse, and an old cap that looks like something a taxi driver would wear.

“No, do you have a problem with that, Bremmy?” I see him glare at me when I call him the annoying nickname that I have called him since we were kids.

“Ha-ha” he says dryly. “So can we eat lunch soon??? I'm runnin on empty!” He whines while rubbing his stomach. Elliot reaches over and smacks the back of Bremen's head.

“Baby” he says.

“Bitch!” he replies while glaring at him.

Elliot walked over and sat next to Amy on the floor. He had shorter, yet shaggy black hair. He was a little shorter then Bremen, wearing navy-blue dickie shorts, a plain gray T-shirt, black converse that he was breaking in, and an old AFI hoodie. They were both music majors. We all met in the foster care system when we were kids and the four of us have been inseparable! We were so happy when we all got accepted to the same university. We all grew up in California and now go to school there as well.

“AHHH!! Can you hear my stomach screaming at me for food?” Bremen screams dramatically!

“Ok, ok. Just let us shower and change then we'll go!” I say as I stand up from my spot on the floor.

Bremen raises one of his eyebrows and looks at me suggestively. “Need someone to wash your back?”

“HA! You wish!” I say with a smirk and head to the showers with Amy by my side.

I quickly shower and grab my bag with my extra clothes. I put on my matching pink and black panty and bra set, gray wife beater that says “your dad didn't complain”, a pair of faded light blue jeans that has a huge hole on the right knee, and my black converse. I look in the mirror and pull back my purple and black hair into a tight ponytail. I had emerald green eyes, was about 5'5”, and pale skin. Meh, I'll forgo makeup so Bremen can eat. Amy comes strolling out with her long black hair hanging around her flawless face with a braded indie headband around her head. She has on a white and blue striped v-neck shirt, gray skinny jeans, and plain black flats on. She was rather short compared to the rest of us, but skinny as hell and drop dead gorgeous.

“Holy shit!! I know it does not take this long to shower!!” I hear Bremen yell into the girl's locker room. I look at Amy who just rolled her eyes

“Ready to go feed the ass out there?”

“I'm gonna shove the food down his loud ass throat!” she says somewhat irritated. She may be small but she was a feisty little thing that had a death glare that could scare the biggest bad ass shitless. We walk out arms linked and meet the guys and head to lunch.

 

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