Is he really all bad? Or is he just misunderstood?

Ok, confession time. (Chapter 7)

Be Dave Strider ===>

    I panted as soon as the door was shut. Ok, it's official. I'm scared of Trickster Dirk. I growled and went to push my shades up, but then realized I didn't grab my spare pare from my closet. And there is no fucking way I'm going back in that room, not even if you payed me a million bucks.

      I sighed and dragged my feet, going back to the room they were all in. I closed the door quietly and walked in, shuffling nervously when all thier stares landed on me. John spoke first.

     "Dave! I'm sorry I assumed things about you without considering the obvious!" He said, and my guess was Dirk told them the reason behind my Red eyes. I nodded to signal it was fine, then turned my attention to Harley. She figeted under my gaze, still holding the can of orange Faygo she used on Dirk.

      "Harley. I would just like to thank you. For dousing Dirk with orange Faygo. Really, thanks for that." I said, sarcastic as my gaze turned to a glare. She gulped nervously.

     "I was going to ask about that. Why did he seem...Scared after? What reason did he have to run off? and why do you seem so angry?" Rose asked, looking at me curiously, John nodding in agreement. I just ignored them and backed harley up to the wall.

     I growled at her and took the Faygo Can, throwing it away. It was empty, didn't matter. She gulped, nervous. She should be. I pulled her hair and she bit her lip.

     "Dave, I'm sorry, but if you don't stop and back away, I'll tell them about Dirk." She said, and I growled as i stopped and backed away, knowing that if Dirk wants them to know, he'd have told them already. I got a glass of apple juice and swiftly drank it.

      I sat back down on the couch and turned my attention to the Television that was playing some show or another. Jade went and unlocked everything they had locked and then they sat down. We said nothing. I sat there anxiously, staring at the clock. Five minutes passed before I could restrain myself.

     "Harley, you're the expert on this, how much longer do I have to Fucking wait?" I said. She thought for a moment and then answered.

     "He should be back to normal now Dave." She said, and I bolted up, heading to my room. I unlocked the door and entered, closing it behind me but not locking, providing easy escape should I need it.

     "Dirk? Are you back to normal now?" I asked. I listened and heard bits of giggling. Fuck, too early. I turned to run back to the door when I saw him in front of it. He locked it and I gulped, backing up until I was on the bed.

     "Davey! Hehe! You came back for me! Hahaha!" He said, getting on top of me and straddling me again. I blushed as i realized he was still without a shirt.

     "Dirk. Um, like I said before, I can't help you make babies if your on top of me." I said, hoping it would work again. No such luck. He shook his head and kissed me, rendering me helpless as i kissed back.

     We continued like that until we needed air, which when we seperated, he took that time to get me out of my shirt and throw his shades away. My blush deepened and I tried to get out from under him. No such luck. Damn, He's strong. He dove in again and brought our lips together again. He started feeling me up and I blushed. I put my hands on his chest, pushing against it to try and make him move.

     I heard the door unlock and then open. And i thank the Lord for Egbert.

    "Oh! I-I'm sorry." He stammered, most likely blushing furiously. Dirk seperated from the kiss and, though breathless, I spoke up.