Dean’s POV
The next morning I met Lisa at her locker to break up with her. Of course, I told her I’d meet her there for a ‘surprise.' Well, it is a surprise, but probably not the one she’s looking for. Hell, she’s probably looking for some marriage proposal or some shit like that.
Lisa was talking with her ‘friends’ when I showed up at her locker. There were more people in the hallway then I would have liked since she’ll probably cause a huge scene about it.
When I stopped next to her, she smiled at me and kissed my cheek. “Hey, babe,” she greeted. I tried hard not to look disgusted when she pulled back. Her friends, Meg (who I despise) and Bela (who I also despise), were smirking at me and I glared at them. Lisa closed her locker and looked at me expectantly. “So what’s this ‘surprise’ you’re telling me about?” She was grinning, which was very unattractive since her make up made her look like the Chesire cat.
“Uh, yeah, the ‘surprise,'” I muttered. I looked at Meg and Bela, then made a shooing motion with my hands. Both of them rolled their eyes and walked away. I turned back to Lisa and sucked in a breath of air. “Okay, Lisa.” She looked at me with those brown eyes, that I once considered beautiful. Now...not so much. “Lisa, I think we should break up,” I said.
I don’t know what happened after that, but I think she went into some sort of shock or something. I waved my hand in front of her face, then looked around to see if anybody was watching.
No one.
I’m in the clear.
“Lisa!”
That seemed to snap her out of it.
Suddenly, her face turned red and she screamed, “You’re breaking up with me?!” She sounded like she couldn’t believe it. “Excuse you, Dean Winchester, but you are not going to break up with me! I break up with the guys! You don’t break up with the girls!”
I stared at her, and, suddenly, I felt this blinding rage. I wanted to punch her. Really, really badly. But everyone was watching now and crowding around us in a semi-circle.
I glared at Lisa. “Well, I just did break up with you,” I hissed. “Usually, I’d say some shit like ‘It’s not you, it’s me’, but you, Lisa Breadon, don’t deserve that because you are a bitch.” I stepped away from her and turned around to walk away, but she said something that caught my attention.
“This is about Benny, isn't it?” She snapped. I turned around to look at her, shocked. Her eyes widened. “This is about him then.” What? She walked towards me and leaned up to stare at me, her eyes narrowing dangerously. “I knew you were a player, Dean Winchester, but I didn’t think you’d go as far as cheating.”
My shock turned into rage. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” I snarled, “but there is nothing going on between Benny and I. And there is nothing going on between you and me.” I stepped away from her again and walked away, pushing through people to get to my first period class.
Throughout the rest of the day, people kept coming up to me and asking me if I really did break up with Lisa.
“Did you break up with Lisa Breadon?”
"Is it true you dumped Lisa’s ass?”
“Dude, why’d you break up with her? She’s hot!”
“You guys were so cute together! Why’d you break up?”
“Are you and Benny going to start dating now?”
“Did you break up with Lisa to date Benny?”
And so on and so forth.
I got so fed up with it, that when I saw Charlie, one of my best friends, at my locker, I snapped at her for bringing up the ‘Lisa Explosion’, as everyone is calling it.
“Dean, I heard you broke up with Lisa,” Charlie said, “that true?”
I clenched my teeth and balled my hands into fists. “Yes!” I exclaimed, making Charlie step back, eyes wide. “It is true! Can everyone just drop it for one minute and let me actually breathe!”
Charlie suddenly glared at me. “Y’know, Dean,” she started, her voice cold, “when you’re the most popular guy in school, you gotta actually think that people won’t let you breathe for a minute until you answer their questions and confirm the rumors.” She turned around and walked away, probably off to tell her girlfriend, Jo Harvelle, about my second explosion of the day.
I banged my head on my locker door and groaned.
This day was going terrible.
The bell rang, signalling that the last period of the day was about to start.
I smiled a bit.
Now it’s time for History with Mr. Novak, then unfortunately, my last day of detention.
