Collision Of Keith & Dawn (COMPLETED)

Chapter 4

(Sen Ellias Above).

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The rest of the week passed with a blink of an eye. On the weekend I stayed inside, binge watching the Big Bang Theory. Seems like Sheldon was the only person that could brighten up my mood then. It was now Monday, officially two weeks until summer starts. A new week for me was like a fresh page. I put away the events of last week and took a deep breath in trying to be happy once again, or at least more like myself.

I was in free period with Josie, Sen was Satan knows where again. Gone as always, that in itself was spiking my interest more each day. We were camping out in the library, I was half way through the Game Of Thrones series while Josie was, well sleeping. Nothing unusual really, father was gone again, he said he had another 'business convection' a few states away so he'd be gone for a few weeks. He could be gone for the remainder of my life for all I care.

The door of the library creaked open, naturally my eyes moved to see who it was. I froze when I saw Keith's face. "Fuck" I hissed, Josie groaned and lifted her head up, looking over at me, "we're in a fucking library Dawn, keep it down" she hissed and laid her head back down, I mumbled a sorry and looked back to where I saw Keith. He was now sitting in the chair across from me, leaning back casually and staring straight at me. Great, here we go again.

"Phillips" his voice sent chills down my back, I didn't even know why it did that, I assumed it was from the disgust I felt for him. Josie's head snapped up again, her face sporting a snarl, "Fuck you both, I have an hour of quality sleep time and you two shit heads can't keep your traps shut" she shouted and stood up walking to a table as far away from us as possible. Thanks Josie, leaving me here with this monster.

I shut my book and looked up to meet Keith's eyes. "Black" I said back, Keith smirked and leaned closer resting his arms on the table, "Why so mean?" he mocked cocking his head to the side, definitely bipolar? Last time I checked he was the mean one here. I wanted to reach out and wipe that aggravating smirk off of his perfect face, but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction that I was affected by his pestering.

Uno momento, Perfect?

Dawn get your shit straight or as straight as you can get it please, thank you. "I'm not the mean one here Black" I glared at him remembering his words from days before. I was becoming more and more agitated with him, why couldn't he just bugger off and leave me the fuck alone. "Go out with me" he said after a while and this time I was taken back, Keith Black never asks anyone out, he's all about the 'fuck em and leave em' life. The sudden proposition had me questioning his intentions "you're not getting into my pants Black" I said and he chuckled making me frown, "I don't want to fuck you Phillips, well I do but that's not the reason why I want you to go out with me" he explained.

Why does he want me to then? "I want you to because I just do" he said, wait did I say that out loud? "yes you did" he answered me again. " That's not a reason" I spoke up. He chucked and I bit my lip. His gaze fell to my lips and I watched him tense up, I released my lip and cleared my throat, the tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

His eyes returned to mine and something flashed in them, but again it was gone before I could decipher it. "You go out with me, and I'll leave you alone" his voice was different now, it sounded forced and strained. "I don't think so Black, this is what's going to happen" I began, my voice steady making sure he understood each word I was about to say, "You will get up, and walk right back out that door, you will not look my way or breathe my way, you will leave me alone, or else I'll have your dick dangling on a string, capiche?" I concluded.

His expression was transparent. I win, I thought to myself. I watched as slowly his smirk returned and then he spoke out, "If you wanted my dick that bad you should have just asked baby". Okay I wasn't expecting that, "Bite me Black" I spat, instantly regretting my choice of vocab, "tell me where Phillips and your wish is my command" he flirted, this cabbage. I rolled my eyes and looked away from him, diverting my attention to the bookcases. When I glanced back to where Keith sat, he was gone.