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Chapter 4: Uninvited Visitor

As I doze in and out of sleep for hours, I hear some kind of knock on my door or maybe my window...? I roll over and grunt, saying in a way they can come in. I suspected it to be my dad or Abuelita Rosa, but I was sadly mistaken. I couldn't believe my ears when I heard my window creek open. I was even more surprised when I opened my eyes enough to truly see who it was.

"...Dane...is that you..." I was extremely groggy and I'm sure if I wasn't as much I would have freaked out sooner, "Dane what are you doing here?" The more I woke up, the more angry I got. I honestly cannot fathom I would even cross Dane's mind that I would ever want to see him after what happened this fine afternoon.

"Dane, I don't want you here." I put my blankets over my head. I didn't want to look at him. His slender body felt just right in my arms earlier but now I'm not so much. At the time I wasn't thinking straight. The fact that he would even break into my room is beyond me, but I was too in love with him and mad at him at the same time to even think straight.

"Ali, I know you don't but that's why I came." Dane's too cocky for his own good which he'll never realize. It is a relatively hot feature but right now I was trying to forget that I ever liked Dane.

"Still no. Get out." I wasn't kidding around, I wanted him gone. I couldn't look at him. When we first met, he didn't know anything about me. We were young and when I found out who he really was I hated him. And then I fell in love with him. I can't help but think to myself was getting to know him a mistake? Was falling in love with her mistake? Did I get in with the wrong boy? When Dane and I were together before, my father wasn't really happy. He eventually came to terms with it, but he didn't like it. When Dane broke my heart he mediately went back to his old Dane hating self.

I know my father never wants to think about it again, but neither did I. Until a few days ago. But do I really? Is that really how I feel or is it the rage in me screaming out these bitter words? Is it the aggressive anger I feel for Dane at this very moment? I hope Dane is aware he made a devious mistake.

I still haven't told any of my friends about sneaking around with Dane, not even that we were in contact again. I know they would be totally confused if I came crying to them about Dane, especially because they think I have not talked to him in years. They will never truly understand anyway, because they are not me. Like how could they? Even if I explained it in great detail they could still never actually be able to comprehend it.

Our past is too complex even for me who literally lived through all of it -most days anyway. Most days I try not to think about my past. My past is full of people who are dead and people who I wish I never met. The thing is no one knows the real me, not even Gwen or Tansy, who are my oldest friends. I thought I could trust the one person who I told but no. That person told a friend. Or maybe-something where they broke my trust occurred. I will never trust them again never.

Just as I thought Dean was going to leave, I felt my thick covers being lifted up. I was not ok with that. Him touching when I was extremely pissed off at him was treacherous.

"NO!" I yelled, snatching the blanket from his strong grip. I wish he would leave me alone. I look like a mess, Honestly. I had taken off the clothes I had worn out because I have a strict no outside clothes rule in my bed. I was wearing a hoodie and pajama pants. My hair was a birdsnest, twisted into a messy bun.

Dane was way too close to me. I wanted him to be far, far away, but no. Perhaps in his own house, bothering his own family. Then he looked into my sad eyes, though I wished he hadn't. I'm sure he could tell that I was hurting. I could tell he was too. There is no way I was going to let him stay in there anymore, he had to go!

"You can't stand there anymore," I said promptly, "Tata!" I was trying too hard to get him to leave and I hoped it would work.

"OK fine, I guess I won't stand here anymore." He said smugly. For fucks sake. He just sat on my fucking bed on top of my fucking feet. This ass hole has gone too fucking far this time.

"Dane what it fucking hell do you want?!" I was not happy and I was not in the mood to play around, especially not with Dane. I was not humored by him.

"You asked what I want?" He said, "you."