Alaina Clark

Chapter 17

"Just let me shower, then we can go." Dean breaks the silence, standing up stretching his arms as he walks to the bathroom in his room.

"Alright, make it quick." I call out after him. I lay back on his bed and dig my phone out of the back pocket of my black jeans. Snapchat is always a good way to pass time.

The sound of the shower running is background noise as I carefully pick whose snapchat story to watch. Deliberately not watching certain peoples stories. No bitch, you do not get the satisfaction of knowing I gave you the time of day. You are not worth five seconds of my time.

Once I'm done with stories I mess around with different filters. I like the ones that make me look ugly, so that it looks like I'm doing it on purpose.

But I do appreciate the ones that make me look hotter than hell.A video of me admiring myself is interrupted by Dean stepping out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel.

Well hello there.

His hair is wet and sticking to his forehead, and water droplets are covering his chest. Hot damn. I like this view, but seriously Dean you have a towel at least dry yourself properly.

On second thought, don't. He sure knows how to put on a hell of a show. I could make the hottest calendar with twelve different photos of Dean wearing nothing but a towel.

Or even better, a calendar featuring twelve photos of Dean wearing nothing. Shit, I need to stop staring at him.

I cover my face with his blanket to give him a sense of privacy, because I'm to lazy to step out of the room. Drawers opening and closing can be heard along with some shuffling around the room before Dean speaks up.

"You can look now." Pulling the blanket away I wince at the harsh sunlight that burns by eyes as my pupils desperately try to adjust.

"Let's go then!" I exclaim as my eyes finally adjust, sitting up and walking towards the door. From the top of the staircase we can hear voices in the living room. When I got here a while ago Mrs. Miller was the only one home, someone must have gotten here right after I did.

"Dean! Alaina!" Claire's chipper greeting is the only warning I get before she engulfs me in a tight hug, before hugging Dean.

"Hey, I thought you weren't coming till tonight," Dean says with a smile.

"And here I thought you'd be happy to see me" She pulls back from their embrace and frowns, placing her hand over her heart as if his comment physically hurt her.

"I didn't mean it like that, I just meant it's a pleasant surprise." Dean offers her a charming look. 

"I'm just messing with you Dean." She smiles back and I can't help but admire her beauty.

Claire has a pair of stunning blue eyes that look great with her short brown hair. She has a cute nose which is dusted with freckles and she's tall, well compared to my 5'4 frame she is. Although, standing next to Dean she doesn't look tall at all. Dean being 6'2, has that effect on people. Claire turns to me and places her hands on my shoulders and holds me at arms length, she looks like she's examining me.

"It's nice to see you Alaina, did you get shorter?" Claire asks with a smirk followed by a laugh. 

"Nope, but I didn't get any taller either. Dean's the one who lost a few inches." I point my thumb at Dean.

"And I'm not talking about height, if you know what I mean." I quickly add, lowering my voice and matching her smirk. Claire pulls away from me and bursts out laughing, while Dean shoots me an accusing look and lightly smacks my shoulder.