Arabella - Toxicity

13. Fuck you!

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I rolled over in bed expecting Dean to be there, but instead, I found an empty and cold space. I let out a loud sigh and sat up against the headboard. I reached for my phone which was on the bedside table. 46 missed calls, and 11 unread texts. What? Dean was the one who had called most, but a lot of the calls also came from Nick and the others.

Dean: Babe, where are you? I'm getting worried.

Nick: Where are you?

Dean: Just please tell me if you're safe or not.

Kelly: Are you with Alex?

I closed my phone and laid it beside me. It was first then that I realized I wasn't at Dean's apartment. The walls here were made of wood, it looked like expensive wood, I don't know how to explain it, it just did. Everything here looked expensive, but old school. Like I just walked into a bedroom in the 70s. I stood up from the bed and realized I was wearing a shirt that wasn't mine or Deans. Fuck, did I cheat? Please tell me I didn't.

I walked out of the bedroom on the squeaky wooden floor. I entered a living room that had a lot of decorations. It looked messy but the mess was neat. There was a leather settee in the middle of the room, and in front of that, there was a tv playing Scooby doo.

I walked over, wanting to sit on the settee, when I noticed a guy sitting there. I moved a little so I could see his face. Alex. It was already bad enough that I might have cheated but with Alex!? What did drunk me think!?

I let out a fake cough to get his attention. "Finally," He said in an annoyed tone. He was wearing gray sweatpants and a grey jumper, his brown hair wasn't styled so it was like a helmet on his head.

"Why am I here?" I plopped myself down on the settee, which was weirdly comfortable.

"You got drunk, told me all the shit your boyfriend did, said you wanted a hookup, I brought you here cause you were blacked out, so people wouldn't use you, you got yourself out of your clothes and took one of my shirts on, then you fell asleep" He explained like it was an average day, how could this be normal, and what shit? Dean is perfect.

"What? Why did you take me home? You hate me" He looked up at me and sighed like I was an idiot. "I hate you, yes, but that's no excuse to let people do what they want with you" So he cared about me, or at least I think that's what this is?

"What did I say about Dean?" He let out a laugh, almost as if he found this situation funny.

"That he isn't supportive, that he body shames you, and that he's manipulative," He said in a more serious tone. He ran a hand through his dark brown hair and looked at me.

"I should get going, Dean is probably wondering where I am" I had stayed there for 2 hours after I woke up. None of us really spoke, we were both just watching Scooby doo. Even though he saved me from probably much worse, I was angry that he had taken me home and hadn't said Dean should. I just couldn't bring myself to like this guy at all, he had been fine back in Sheffield, but it was like the second anyone else was around or we were in another place he'd distance himself and be a dick. I hated him, but somehow in all this shit I still cared for him.

Dean didn't like Alex at all, and they've met a lot. It had become a weekly thing that the band, their girlfriends, and Dean and I would go to a club or bar to hang out. And not once have Dean expressed that he likes Alex, probably cause of everything I told him about Alex. But at least Alex was thoughtful and would make sure that I wasn't hurt, that is why I still cared for him, no other of his characteristics made me like him. He was a dick.