This is all written by me. MINE! The pics of landscape are mine the rest I googled.
When the female silhouette walked out from the shadows shock and fear rolled off me. It was her, the evil woman from my nightmares! With her walking towards us I...
Ava's POV*************** (Music Changes by 2Pac courtesy of YouTube)
It has been 2 weeks since Dean asked me to the dance. Two weeks for my world to turn up-side-down and, It sucks ass! Dean is so happy I would go with him he announced it to the whole team at practice that same day. I asked him why and he said he had to let them know I was "off limits!" Dean has been almost giddy and I'm a miserable hermit. I can't go anywhere! Now the whole freaking town knows! Everyone has been so different around me. The teachers are so nice to me it's creepy. I get away with..., well..., everything. I was late last week for home room and all she said was "glad you made it". Before she would have made me go to the office and get a tardy slip. Once you get 5 tardies it's after school detention. I was caught smoking in the parking lot by the librarian and all he said was "don't litter!" I mean not getting in trouble is kinda nice but, all the teachers kissing my ass is revolting. I can't go to the grocery store without someone asking me how Dean is doing. The older men give me football plays to give him. The guys at school treat me like royalty, always opening doors and pulling out chairs for me.
The female population above the age of 12 are another story all together. I get "Mean-girled" daily. They give me mean looks all day, every where I go. A few have tried to say things behind my back but, I'm still me, with my ferocious temper. I dare them to say it to my face, of course they run away because those thirsty bitches know I will beat the sleeves off of them. I had to punch Brittany, Mindy, Cindy, oh who knows her name; one of them, I can't remember witch, they all get on my nerves. It wasn't much of a fight, one punch and she was down on the floor crying. If it wasn't for her ear piercing cries I would have laughed at her. Her blood was trickling down her nose onto her once pristine white turtleneck sweater. Her nose was crooked and swollen. She has 2 black eyes forming fast as she writhes in pain. Is it bad of me to think this is funny? I hope not.
No one else in school has said another word in ear shot since but, I still get lots of nasty looks. Older women, even married women have been snickering and gossiping about me as I walk by in the grocery store or the gas station. I her them say things like,"Like Mother like daughter!" and "She turned out to be a slut like her mother." I can't go around beating up everyone even if it would make me feel better, so I ignore a lot. I act like I don't hear them and leave as fast as I can.
I know Dean put out the word for me to be left alone or else. I guess he knew how crazy people would act. I had no idea saying yes to go to the dance with Dean would bring all this bull shit! I find the whole situation overwhelming and uncomfortable. I mean hell it's just a damn dance we aren't getting married! We aren't dating! He's not my boyfriend! We are not friends! Hell I don't even like him! He is so not my type. He is the opposite of my type. I don't like guys that are full of themselves and sleep around. Every time I think of all the slutty girls Dean has had sex with I gag. I hope he covers up or he will end up with something Ajax will not take off!
I prefer the mysterious type, someone with intelligence would be a must. I have a short fuse , I require a man with the patients of a saint. I know I have more baggage than most. I learned at a very young age , nothing is promised. My Granny takes care of me, not my parents and no they are not together. The thought of my parents causes an ache in my heart to fester in pain. I pull myself out of my inner turmoil by stuffing down my hurt as I make a decision. I will tell Dean that I can not go to the dance with him!
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Patrick Mahomes as Dean McCrate ^^ I waited anxiously for the bell to ring so I can go find Dean. My mind was made up! I don't care if I go to the dance alone. I know there are worse things than being alone thanks to my mother. I weave through the students searching for Dean. I spot him with Misty in the hall arguing. I could care less about what they are arguing about. I have my own problems at the moment. When Dean glances away from her running his fingers through his brown soft curls he sees me and his eye show panic for a flash and then they soften as he smiles at me warmly. Misty watches Deans face brighten as he looks at me and storms off as Dean takes long strides toward me. His large hands in case my smaller hands, intertwining our fingers as he pulls me into his chest. I look up to his face as he smile down upon me and I say, "Dean I need to speak to you in private." He reaches for my face as he says, "We can talk in my jeep, come with me."
I fallow him out to his jeep, he gets in the driver side as I get in on the passenger side. I slide across the console as he pulls me onto his lap and asks,"What do you want to talk about sweet Ava?" I look down to my finger as if they were interesting as I say, "I-I can't go to the dance with you, I'm sorry." I reach for the door handle to get out of his jeep, he quickly wraps his arms around me stopping me. Dean almost cries, "Why?" "All the women in town are giving me a hard time and I don't want my Granny to have to deal with their crap too." I say too embarrassed to tell him what they are saying about me and my mother. Deans grip on my hips tighten till it hurts a little. I like a little pain so it calms me. I look down to hide the sadness in my eyes and say, "They are so mean to me Dean. I can't put my Granny through what I am dealing with. It's not fair to her." Dean looks furious his grip on me , "Who? Who is being mean to you?" he growls in anger. "Mostly the older ladies that aren't in school." I say with sadness. Dean wraps his arms around me squishing me to his chest. He gently places his lips on my hair and growls, "I will take care of those bitches. We are going to the dance together sweet Ava." he strokes my hair down my back continuing, "I will not let you go after all this time!" he says with determination. I think to myself, What? All what time? What is he talking about? Do I want to know? And why did he just creep me out? I decide to remind Dean we are not dating it's just one dance and say, "Dean we aren-" when I am cut off by Dean pressing his lips to mine firm and yet soft. I'm frozen for a few seconds in shock. Dean moans softly as our lips touch. He lingers on my lips a moment then pulling away slowly with his eyes still closed he licks his lips then slowly opens his eyes and rubs his thumb over my bottom lip saying, "I will fix this, go smoke before lunch is over, I will fix this today! Don't worry my sweet Ava, no one will be mean to you or your Granny anymore." By the sheer determination on his face and in his eyes I know he meant every word.
I felt relief hearing that Dean was going to help me. No one ever helps me do anything but Granny and my great grandmother, I call her Ma. They are all I have in this world. My great grandpa died when I was 12. My grandpa, Granny's ex-husband; my Papaw is married to a rich mean woman. I see Papaw for a few hours on Christmas day. We exchange gifts. I hand pick his and he gives me something from his heart, one year he stuffed a beautiful pheasant he killed hunting. One year he got me gloves made of seal he bought from the natives, they are the best winter gloves in the world. But as far as depend on him, I wouldn't go that far. So Dean trying to have my back meant more to me than it should. Dean was giving me a security I longed for but, I don't like Dean!
I was looking down lost in thought as I smoke mulling over what just happened in my mind when I feel eyes boring into my soul. Maybe not really in my soul but it was penetrating something. I look up and see Mr. Grey scowling at me with darkened eyes, fists clenched, in a fighting stance. Wait? A fighting stance? Is he going to fight me? I lower my head and try to make myself as small as I can. I'm acting on instinct, fear and submission closing my eyes too afraid to witness my death........
Will Lachlan hurt Ava? Why is he angry? Will Dean stop the talk? My next chapter will have several P.O.V. It will be a happening chapter js.
