Dean’s POV
“Why are you late?” Was the first thing I heard when I walked through the door.
I rolled my eyes when I saw Sam standing in front of me, his hands on his hips and looking at me with disapproval.
“What?” I asked sarcastically. “Four days after I break up with Lisa and you already think I’m hooking up with people?”
Sam rolled his eyes and moved away from me when I walked past him. I walked towards the kitchen, Sam following me. “Yeah,” he agreed, “that’s pretty much what I was thinking.”
I opened the fridge door and grabbed a beer, popping the lid off and going to take a sip of it when sam grabbed the bottle away from me. “Hey!” I exclaimed. “You shouldn’t be drinking beer! You’re fourteen!”
“Fifteen!” Sam corrected, holding the beer away from me.
“Almost fifteen!”
Sam pouted. “Fine, almost fifteen,” he said, still holding the beer.
“Give me my beer back, bitch,” I demanded.
“No way, jerk,” Sam said. “You don’t get your stupid beer back until you tell me why you were late.”
I glared at him. “I was hanging out with Charlie,” I lied.
“Liar,” Sam accused. “Charlie’s with Jo and Ash.”
“How do you know that?”
“Charlie called me and told me to tell you that when you got home to call her because she couldn’t find you after school.”
I rolled my eyes. “Okay, fine,” I said. “I was pranking nerds with Crowley and Alastair.”
“I knew it!” Sam exclaimed.
“What?” I stared at him as if he were mentally insane, which he was.
Sam glared at me and walked around me towards the sink, pouring the beer bottle upside down and letting all the beer empty into the sink.
“You bitch!” I screamed, lunging toward him. “Why the hell did you do that?!”
“You don’t get any beer until you tell me where you were!” Sam yelled.
“I told you!” I reached forward to choke him. “I was with Crowley and Alastair!”
“Yeah, right!” Sam grabbed my arms. “You’re lying!”
“No I’m not!” We ended up wrestling on the ground until Bobby walked into the kitchen.
“Idjits!” Bobby yelled, causing us to stop wrestling and look up at him. He was glaring down at us with disapproving eyes. “What are you two doin’?”
Sam and I scrambled up from the floor and stared at him. Until Sam moved away from me and towards the door, but he looked back at me, glaring. “Honestly, I don’t know,” he said coldly, walking out of the kitchen. A couple moments later, I heard his bedroom door slam. I winced.
Bobby was looking over his shoulder before he looked back at me. “What were you two idjits talkin’ ‘bout?” He hissed.
I looked away from him, feeling guilty. “Nothing,” I sighed.
I ended up laying in my bed, staring at my ceiling, at three o’clock in the morning, thinking about Mr. Novak, Lisa, Benny, Karen, Bobby and Sammy.
I hate lying to Sam and Bobby. The only time I’ve ever really lied to them was before I was out of the closet, when I was telling them and everyone else I was strictly into vagina.
I don’t know how to deal with Benny. Everyone at school still thinks I should get together with Benny while he’s just standing around awkwardly and not saying anything.
Lisa, being a bitch like usual, keeps spreading rumors about how we’re gonna get back together. Good God, I should’ve broken up with her sooner. Hell, I shouldn’t have gotten together with her in the first place. Crazy bitch.
I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about Karen and Bobby. When Bobby was talking about Karen, I could hear the love in his voice, like she was more than ‘just a girl.' She was something more and I knew it, but how could I get Bobby to tell me?
Mr. Novak was on my mind more than anything. I keep thinking about how we could have gone farther than we did, but Sam interrupted. Bitch. Maybe tomorrow. Or maybe if I get more detention. Then Sam wouldn’t interrupt. Neither would Gabriel, if he knew.
Maybe, just hopefully, I can get a little farther with Mr. Novak.
