Hate You // Dean Portman

Music Store

Beau caught me after class as I was walking to lunch.

"Your Biscotti today looked a little burnt." He smirked as he walked next to me.

"Hey, it wasn't my fault." I put my hands in defense.

"I never said it was." He chuckled.

I stopped at my locker to put some of my stuff away when Beau pulled out a plastic bag with his biscotti in it.

"Try one." He offered me.

I took it from his hand and tried it. I had to give it to him. It was a pretty good biscotti.

"Is this your way of telling me that you expect to see me at your game." I covered my full mouth as I talked.

"Wednesday at 7 pm." He reminded me. "They are good, aren't they?"

I swallowed the last of the biscotti and tried reaching for another one but he pulled the bag away. "The rest are for me."

"Beau, that's not fair! Goldberg caught ours on fire!" I laughed as I tried to reach for the bag. Beau just pushed my hand away.

We were both laughing for a bit then I noticed Beau was looking at something behind me when his smile faded. I turned around only to be met with Dean.

"Aw, look how cute you guys are." He said sarcastically.

"Dean." I whine annoyedly.

"But I will recommended stepping away from this pesticide, Petrina." He pushed Beau back.

"Dean, stop acting so immature."

Dean ignored me and glared at Beau as Beau glared right back. "I see you, Riley. Cmon, Petrina." Dean wrapped his arm around my shoulders and started walking with me to the cafeteria.

"When are you gonna stop calling me Petrina?"

"When you stop talking to pricks." He responded.

I pushed Dean off of me.

"Dean, you are literally an imbecile." I yell at him. "I can talk to whoever I want. Just because you jv hockey players have beef with the varsity doesn't mean I can't talk to them."

Dean shrugged.

"Seriously? That's all your gonna do? Your just gonna shrug?"

"What else did you want me to say?"

"Ugh, just leave me be." I scoff and stormed off.

Later that day after golf practice, I decided to go to the record store in hopes of finding the new Blackstreet album on vinyl.

Most of the vinyls I had with me were Classical or old jazz. I brought those because I like to have chiller music playing in the back as I did my homework. At home I had so many more. I had artists from almost every genre. Some are for show, some are for actually listening.

I sat on the floor of the music store in the vinyl section in the back, looking through the stacks of albums.

"Montell Jordan, Jodeci, New Edition," I read as I flipped through them. "Al Green, Harold Melvin and the Blue Notes, Ray Charles. Oh! Blackstreet Another Album!" I said while pulling out their album.

I read the back to see all the songs in it.

"I never saw you as someone to listen to Blackstreet." The sound of their unexpected voice near my ear made me jump and turn my head to see who it is.

"So, your stalking me now?" I roll my eyes and go back to reading the list of songs.

Dean leaned back up. "No, I was actually looking for Pantera's new Album. The Great Southern Trendkill on CD."