My Dirty Little Secret

Chapter 3

It's been three days since the incident with Dawson. I'm not sure where we stand. He kisses me every now and again, holds my hand, and things like that. He even pinned me to the wall yesterday before I could leave the office. You can guess how that turned out. No, nothing x-rated. We just made out then he released me. I think Derek is starting to get suspicious because he drops little questions like 'How's Dawson?' or 'Did you have fun at work?' I don't know if it's just him being curious or if he knows something. Tonight is my date with him and my lazy bum of a friend is laying flat on his back on my bed. He flips through TV channels while I look for something to wear. Dawson said to dress comfortable.

"I don't see why you're going out with him." Derek says tossing the remote aside.

"He's a nice guy, Derek." I say. Derek flips on his side and gives me his full attention.

"Look, Kar, I'm not gonna sit here and fangirl over this guy with you." He says giving me a stern look. I chuckle. "Can you imagine it? Oh, look at his eyes! And that hair! His ass is perfect!" Derek says in a girly voice while he rolls on his back and lays the back of his hand on his forehead dramatically. I burst into laughter along with him.

"Never do that again." I chuckle.

"Works for me. I've never felt so unmanly." He says scrunching up his nose. I laugh and pull out a pair of dark skinny jeans, a Black Veil Brides t-shirt, my black, high top converse, and a white jean jacket since it's colder out. I swear the temperature has dropped like ten degrees since this morning. The joys of summer ending. I go into my bathroom and slip into my clothes. I walk back out and sit on the edge of the bed as I slide my converse on.

"How's this?" I ask Derek as I stand up. He twirls his finger, telling me to spin for him. I do and he smiles while flashing me two thumbs up.

"Looks great." He says. I smile just as the doorbell rings.

"Go let him in and keep him company until I get done." I say pointing toward my bedroom door.

"No way!" Derek exclaims.

"Go!" I say sternly. He mutters something under his breath as he walks out of my room. "What was that?"

"I love you, Karmen!" He shouts.

"That's what I thought! Love you, too, Derek!" I call back. I apply some eyeliner, mascara, and light lip gloss. A few moments later, I walk downstairs. Dawson and Derek are in a deep conversation about something. Derek's probably threatening him. Dawson's eyes light up when he sees me. He's wearing a white button shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, regular blue jeans, and high top Nike's.

"Finally." Derek grumbles. I walk over to him and elbow him in the ribs. He lets out a small oomph then smiles down at me.

"Love you, too, Karmen." He says smiling. I chuckle and kiss his cheek.

"Bye, Derek." I say smiling.

"Bye, sweetie." He says then gives Dawson a pointed look. His face grows paler at Derek's expression. Dawson leads me out the door and I'm met with a red pickup.

"You own something besides limo's and nice cars?" I question. He laughs lightly.

"Okay, so, I like simple things, too." He says.

"No harm in that." I say as he opens the door for me. I climb into the truck and he closes the door, then goes to his side and climbs in. He flashes me a smile then drives away from my house. He reaches across and grabs my hand then intertwines our fingers.

"So, where are we going?" I ask. He pulls my hand over and kisses my knuckles as his eyes flicker to mine then back to the road.

"Don't worry about that." He mumbles against my hand.