Beautiful insanity (Dylan O'Brien) | ✓

8 | One condition

Dylan stood in front of me, soaked by the rain and I instinctively backed away from him, which in some way he found extremely funny. The corners of his mouth tugged up in a nasty smile and the look in his eyes told me he was not here for a friendly chat. Without realising it I'd grabbed the first thing that I could find to defend myself - a bottle opener. Dylan noticed and his eyes flickered from me to the piece of metal in my hand and then back to me. 

"Watcha gonna do with that Jess?" He asked, his voice low and husky. But it sounded more like a warning than a question. 

"You-You broke into my house. I told you not to come near me again." I brought out. 

"I was trying to be nice." 

"That's not nice you freak!" I suddenly burst out. "That's just plain creepy!" He took a step closer to me and I stuck out the bottle opener, warning him not to come any nearer. "Stay away from me!" I yelled.  

"Wanna get violent?" He hissed, his eyes narrowing. I could see how his chest slowly rose and fell. Shit now I'd really pissed him off. "Let's get violent." He growled. Then, all of the sudden, he grabbed the back of one of the chairs with both hands, lifted it up and threw it through the air. I ducked away even though he hadn't exactly aimed for me. The chair shattered with a lot of noise against the right side of the bar, breaking into large pieces  of wood. My heart skipped a beat and startled I looked at him. He started back at me, his breathing fast and animal like. "Now will you listen to me?" He growled. I could only nod. "You and me. Tomorrow. 8 o'clock. Dinner."

"And what if I don't show up." I dared to ask. He stepped closer to me and I backed away as far as I could. I was so glad the bar was between us so that he couldn't come closer to me. Even thought nothing stopped him from walking around and pinning me up against the wall. He didn't though. Instead he leaned his arms on the bar and bent over. He pursed his lips and then looked up at me. 

"Lets just say I'm not too fond of gay people." I gasped. Alex. He saw the shocked look on my face, the fear in my eyes and this time he did walk around the bar. He came close to me, too close. His fingers touched my face, gently brushing against my skin. I could feel his breath on my cheeks and frightened I looked to the ground. "You don't leave me much of a choice love..." He whispered. He rested one hand on my waist and brushed the other one through my hair. "I tried to play nice. I came here. I waited. I asked you to go out with my but you sent me away. I tried to do a romantic gesture but you threw it out of the window." His hand then grabbed my chin and he brought his mouth closer to my ear, brushing his lips against my skin. "You forced me to be the man I tried to leave behind." He whispered. I was trembling. Tears were pricking in my eyes. I wanted him to leave. I wished I'd never met him. I remembered the things the girl said to me in the bar a couple of days back. He'd almost raped her friend. And with the way he was touching me right now I feared the rumour was true. I couldn't refuse him anymore. So I nodded my head. 

"Okay." I brought out. "I'll go out with you." He let go off me and took a step back. It felt like I could finally breath again. "I've got a condition though." Dylan lifted an eyebrow. 

"You're not really in a place to make demands." He said, a little bit of anger behind his voice. He crossed his arms over his chest and I noticed how strong he looked just then. Like he could break you in half with his bare hands. Even though he never came over as muscled - I would never have described him like that - he did now. And that turned me on and scared me at the same time. 

"Just hear me out please." I begged. He nodded his head, allowing me to speak. "No violence." I said. "No swearing, no calling me names. Any act of mental or physical abuse and I'm out of there. I just want a normal date. You'll have to behave." Dylan chuckled. He obviously thought it was very funny that I was scared of him. Hilarious even. His mouth tugged up in that nasty smile again and he took a step forward. I wanted to back away further but I was already pressed against the wall. He took my small hands in his large ones, looked down at them and then back at me. 

"Okay sweetcakes." That was a horrendous nickname. "But I've got one condition myself." 

"I'm listening." 

"No public places." I lifted both my brows. 

"Yeah no fucking way." I growled. "As far as I know you are quiet dangerous. No way I'm gonna be alone with you." 

"We are alone now." He defended. "And you aren't dead are you?" 

"You threw a fucking chair at me!" I yelled. 

"I wasn't aiming for you." 

"Still you could've hit me. Nu-uh. I want a public place." I saw him take a deep breath, calming himself. He let go off my hands and took a step back, biting his lower lip. 

"Let me put it like this. Restaurant owners aren't particularly fond of me. I'm sure I'm on some black list or something like that. So if they just see my face they'll kick me out and honestly, I could force my way in there but I really don't feel like making a scene when I'm on a date. So no restaurant means no date. No date means me getting very, very physical with my psychiatrist." He was threatening me. He actually was. How could he even think him and me could ever be... something if he was going to act like this the whole time. I just stared at him, not really able to form the right words. "But if you let me choose a location for us, I'll try to be a perfect gentleman. After all, my psychiatrist did give me some good advice on how to behave." He winked when he said that. Oh God I already hated him more and more. 

"Fine." I then growled. "Have it your way." 

"Great. I'll pick you up around eight. Dress nice." He then took a step closer to me, almost pressed his body against mine and left a small kiss right below my ear before turning around and walking away. When the door closed I could finally breath again. I stepped away from my spot against the wall and leaned both my hands on the bar. I could barely believe what had just happened. I stared at the empty bar, not a single thought on my mind and the only thing I could bring out was:

"Fuck." 

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