Untitled. ideas? chapter one. "Hi Mary," Dylan said

Untitled.
ideas?
chapter one.

      "Hi Mary," Dylan said in a way that made him sound stupid, but for some reason it made my heart pound.
      "Hey Dyl," I smiled back. I went to take my place in the seat in front of him, but he quickly propped his feet up on it.
      "Haha," he smirked.
      "Ugh, c'mon!" I whined. I stared at his feet, knowing I would blush hard the minuted I looked into his glass green eyes.
      "Maaaa-ry!" he taunted; for some reason we was entertained by my name, I liked that thought. I took a peed and saw his hugely awkward dimples take over his face. NO NO NO NO! I am not falling for him! Dylan is one of those kids. Yanno, he's not super popular, but he is friends with all the right people. And I'm just me. With hazel eyes and auburn hair, all I do is Blend in. "Hello...?" he said, pulling me out of my daydream. Oh my, I was zoned out in his face for about five minutes. Can you say embarrassing?
      "Hi," really Mary? That's all you can come up with? So original.
      "Um, are you okay?" he was probably referring to my blank stare into his irresistible face.
      "Huh? Oh, yeah yeah, I'm fine," I replied stupidly. I sighed. Even though we acted like best friends, he doesn't even look at me outside this door, let alone talk to me. How are we supposed to have a relationship like that? Whoa, Mary. What the hell? Why are you thinking about a relationship with him? He doesn't even like you!
      "Mary!" Dylan whispered forcefully.
      "What?" I scoffed. Of course it was then I looked up. Turns out the entire time I was fighting with myself, everyone else had taken their seats and were currently staring at me.
      "OH! Whoops..." I let out a laugh, realizing I was still standing with my backpack on. This is really one of the only things I like about myself, I don't really care what others think. I sat and the teacher began the health lesson. The whole class Dylan constantly kicked my chair and whispered random comments to my back. I ignored the comments, laughing and smiling flirtatiously at points. I tried my best pretending to be mad about him shaking my chair uncontrollably, but i secretly love the attention. Sh♥t, I think I like him.