Black Hearts

Chapter Nineteen

Steph's POV:

Since my parent's unexpected divorce, i've been spending a lot more time with Dean. And as weird as it sounds, when I spend time with him, I seem to forget about the stupid shit, such as the divorce. He's been keeping my mind busy by texting me, visiting me, and occasionally, we would sneak out and go to parties on the other side of town.

I know I know, it isn't good to go out at 12 in the morning and drink and party, but hey, a little rebellion is good for the teenage soul right? Especially since it's my mothafuckin' senior year! No more High School Bullshit!

None of the girls know about me and Dean's time together, and nor do the boys. The girls and I haven't really spent time this weekend now that I think about it. We usually have our bi-weekly sleepovers but not this week. Cece hung out with Lei, Roni went to the beach and who knows what Rosa's up to.

All I know is, i'm so done with drama. Now that me and Dean are cool and the girls are, this year should go a but more smoothly...

"Hello? Earth to Steph?" Dean waved his hand in front of my face to get my attention. I filched a bit because I didn't see him come. I was so wrapped in my thoughts that I had forgotten we were hanging out at Starbucks.

How white are we?

He handed me a Fiji water and he sat down with his black coffee. I made a face of disgust as he drank his dark ass drink. He looked at me while drinking and smile a little.

"What? What's with the face?" He asked.

"What face?"

He then tried to mock my disgusted face and I smacked his arm, but he just chuckled.

"But really? What is it?" He asked again.

"Black Coffee. That's what it is. It has no favour and it taste like ass." I told him

"How do you now what ass taste like?" He laughed and I smacked his arm again.

"You know what I mean Dean!"

"Yea, I do. But it isn't that bad. It's just strong, that's all. Here, try it..." He tried to give it to me but I shook my head.

"I don't associate myself with things that are dark and alook somewhat mysterious." I tell him. His face then became serious and somewhat somber.

"Then why do you hang out with me?" He questioned.

"Are you seriously about to start with this mysterious shit right now? Really Dean? Really?" I tell him.

"I'm serious. Why do you hang out with me?"

"Multiple reasons. One, you probably would have never stopped bothering me anyways.Two, despite your attitude towards people, your actually nice and sweet and you care. You just block it."

He cracked a small smirk and nodded his head slowly.

"Okay, I guess that makes sense. If I would have never talked to you, ever, would you have came to me?"

I twisted my face in confusion. "What do you mean 'come to you?'".

"I mean, if I would have never annoyed you or never spoke to you, would you still..." He paused to try and find the right words. "I guess... hang out with me? If I never made the effort to be around you, would you have made the effort to be around me?"

I had to think about the question. Although Dean was hot, I probably would have never spoke to him if he never annoyed me or if the boys never came to us first and spoke to us, we probably would have never been around each other or socialized. They weren't the type of people who I would really hang out with. We would have never became friends.