Back when this first came out Maria (meravigliata) asked if I could do a second chapter with Marco's POV....and guess what? I did. I hope you're proud of me Maria love!

Also, this was done in severe boredom and under the influence of nerds and shocktarts. It is verrrrry silly and very much done in fun. I just really felt like writing something stupid.

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You know that saying you hear? "You know you shouldn't enjoy it...but you do anyway." I'm just as guilty of this, if not more so than everyone else. The question is, what exactly was I supposed to not enjoy? Well I'll tell you.

Teasing Dylan.

Sounds a bit harsh doesn't it? But it's true. It all started a while back. I noticed him first. Yep. It was all me. I'm sure he'd lead you to believe he had his eyes on me first...but he would be wrong. In fact, I noticed him two monthes before. So now you're probably thinking "Why didn't I make a move then?"

Simple. Marco del Rossi always has a plan.

You heard right. I had a plan. First, was research.

Main target: Paige Michalchuk. Time of attack: "Get to know each other" project in English. Mission: Get the dirt on Dylan.

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"Partners are as follows....Paige and Marco....Spinner and Ellie...." read off Mrs. Kwan in her monotone.

"So Paige tell me about your family I guess." Playing innocent worked wonders.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder and smiled in her catty way. "Well there's mom, who's got the worst Ukrainian accent. Dad who has no fashion sense. Dylan who is gay and obsessive compulsive, a complete geek..." And so my day of research went, handpicking out every single piece of information that may be of use. But one lurked on my mind ever after that.

Obsessive compulsive.

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So now that I had my dirt...I needed my gear. Weapon of choice? Well, let's just say it wasn't the heavy artillery.

It all started with a leaf. A month and a half of planning later I began Operation Taunt Dylan. Standing in front of the mirror in the school's restroom I very carefully removed the bright green leaf I had kept wrapped in tissue paper inside of a plastic bag from within my backpack. Oh, how harmless it looked. So innocently green and angelic. I grinned.

Dylan was going to freak.

With a smirk on my face and an acid green leaf nestled companionably in my hair, I exited the bathroom that day, going to the other end of the school, where the grade twelves had classes. You'd think Dylan would have noticed that a sophmore was over in the upperclass area.

Thank god I had a crush on a stupid one.

Walking like I didn't have a delightfully evil plan in my head, I passed by the blonde beauty, my eyes fixed upon the floor, but my peripheral vision set on def con mode to catch every single little eye twitch that the other boy made.

Dylan walked by me calmly. Too calmly. Don't tell me he had missed it! I had spent too much time planning for this! He couldn't just not notice! I put up with Paige for this mission!

But then I felt the eyes on my back and I knew it had been a success, because the gaze lingered.

It lingered a long time.

Once I knew that Dylan had turned the corner and entered his classroom I burst out laughing, much to the surprise of the older population...but what did I care? I had just got the attention of the hottest guy in school! They could stare all they wanted.

Throughout the rest of the day I passed by Dylan a total of three times. Every single time I felt a look pass over me. Each longer than the last. Each one, I felt the growing frustration at seeing the leaf in my hair. It was bothering him much more than I had planned on.

Which was a very...very...good thing.

The best part however, was something I hadn't planned on at all. I walked outside with Paige that afternoon and listened to her boring drivel on Spinner, because that's what's friends are for. Little did I know I was about to get a surprise. Turning my head slightly I watched as Dylan walked quickly from the parking lot over to where me and his younger sister stood chatting. Giggling manically inside I calmly continued my conversation, pretending I didn't see the grade twelve at all. Playing hard to get is always fun.

"So Spinner started saying.....oh, hey Dylan. What's up?" Paige supplied amiably.

I stared at the rise and fall of his shoulders, transfixed, and then he reached forward and gently grabbed the bit of green from my hair, with this sharp embarrassed movement that almost sent me over the edge in helpless laughter.

"Sorry. Leaf. In your hair. Been there since first period."

And that, my dear people, is when I knew I had him. Hook, line, and sinker.

That night was the second phase of Operation TD. Unfortunately at two AM all I could really do was place the spool of string into my bag. Darn. The next phase couldn't be carried out until the end of school. And so I waited. I was good at waiting. Because remember...Marco del Rossie always has a plan. And he keeps to the plan too.

FINALLY, after thirteen and a half hours of meaninglessness, my time of action had come. Again, I was outside with Paige, listening to her complain about Spinner in that lighthearted, smitten way she usually did. But this day it was a lot easier to bear. I knew what was coming today...I was prepared. Half listening, I spared a half glance to my little friend.

The string on my shoulder.

I had decided, sometime midway through planning the mission the two monthes prior, that a string was the utmost perfect thing to win him over. Who could resist the little thing anyway? He was such a cute string.

Then Dylan was walking up in his usual strutting way, and stopped to listen as he had yesterday. Unfortunately, his pretense of actually paying attention to the conversation was completely spoiled by the fact that he was blantantly staring at my shoulder. The string on my shoulder to be exact. Yep. Most definitely hooked.

"Then Spinner said he was going to...." Look at him. He's going crazy. He just can't even stand it. It's eating his brain from the inside out.

"But then he got upset over who knows what and...." Ha. Look at him sweat! Any second now....any second now he'll crack. Come on!

"And now I don't really know what to say...." SCORE!

I watched, as if in slow motion, as Dylan leaned forward and plucked the string off my jacket like it was the scum of the universe. And, I suppose, to him, it probably was. But who really cares? I fancied that I could feel the warmth of Dylan's fingers seeping through my clothes, filling me with that dumb girly feeling of giddy euphoria.

Blushing sucked.

Five minutes later, right after the two left, I ran to the bathroom, checking my bag for my beloved ball of string, just to make sure my secret weapon hadn't been lost. I turned, smirking evilly into the mirror just for kicks.

Obsessive compulsive indeed.

Just wait until he saw what I had in store for tomorrow. The plan has only just begun!

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Buwahahaha! God I'm so hyper. Please review. It'd be nice know if everyone liked it as much as the first chapter.