A Good Kind of Different [Destiel]

Chapter 8

He broke it and rest his forehead on mine.

I was speechless.

"Com'on." He slid off his car and walked back to the drivers side.

I didn't want to go home. Not yet.

But I did. He drove me to my house and I thanked him.

For everything.

He watched me as I made my way inside. It was 10:26 when I got home.

I hurried to my room. I did not want to be confronted or talked to. I just wanted to lock myself in my room and talk some sense into me. Too bad my wishes were futile.

Gabriel heard me come in. He probably noticed how flustered I was, as well because he started interrogating me. He was moreso concerned about how I was out past my curfew.

I played it as cool as I could and made a bee-line for my room, flopped down on my bed and burried my face in my pillow.

I didn't sleep that night.