Another Piece of Me {DISCONTINUED}

awkward encounters

A/N
Hey guys! Quickly I wanted to dedicate this part of the story to lomllola.
Love you! Thanks for sharing my passions of memes and smol beans...and complaining about French, and thanks for the help ;)

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That split second I stare at Dean, my heart does cartwheels. My body feels like dead weight. My eyes can't move. I feel a weird feeling coming on where I want to speak but can't. I'm stuck in a weird sense of no time passing. This feels...odd, to say the least.
That split second mixed everything into anything.

And suddenly when I myself can move my eyes again, I look down at those disgusting status-inducers. The Coach shoes. I want to take them off my feet. I hate these things, these shoes that make or break that stupid cheerleaders satisfaction. Satisfaction that is not deserved.
I get myself out of my hatred mindset and realize out of the corner of my eye that Dean is staring at me with a look that says his heart might have melted. You know that stare? You must. Look at you.

I've never gotten it myself until now.

I return Dean's stare with my own and a tiny smile emerges as I look at his ruffled brown hair, and his own smile. And his lip, currently being bitten in the cutest way ever. I look at his stance, off-guard, and his shoulders, clearly muscular.

If looks could kill, his would kill me.

He's adorable.

I look back at his green eyes, curious and amazed. He never breaks his stare for the very few seconds in which this occurs.

Finally, Dean decides to speak.
"Hello Melany. Nice to see you."
His. Accent.
"Hi Dean...good to see you too!"
Dean smiles. "How's your day been so far?"
"Good. Good. Very quiet, but that's okay."
"Oh, so you're alone today? Where are your friends?"
"Ditching." I say, not caring or even giving the reason why.
"Oh. Well they must be missing you." He says, sounding pretty flirty.
"Yeah, I guess." He'd better not learn who I am.
"Well then, have a nice day. Enjoy yourself." Dean says, stuttering. That's not like him. Usually he's extremely confident around people.
"You too Dean. Nice talking to you."
"Yeah, thanks." Dean says, walking away muttering under his breath: "...beautiful."

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The day goes on slowly, lulling by like a raindrop falling down a tree branch.

On the way to my next class in the afternoon, Mikey Emerson emerges from the class in front of the one I'm passing, giving me a scared look.
"Where are they?" He whispers to me. Mikey is target nerd for the fourteen of my BESTEST friends to go after. I usually stand away, or pretend to go use the bathroom.
"Ditching." I say.
Mikey looks at me like a kid who had just entered Disneyland. The last time I saw the cheerleaders bully someone was a few months ago. It was Mikey. They said he was an unfinished human and that nerds had no place here. They suggested he go fuck off to hell and to bring his friends, also nerds. This, from what I understand, went on the same way for ages. It still happens. I feel a pang of sadness for his poor fortune on every other day besides today, and I quickly realize I need to go to class. I smile at Mikey and his face lights up even more.

Poor poor thing.

God I really wanted to compliment his shirt too. It was hilarious. Mikey's shirts are the funniest I've ever seen. Today's was a shirt that said: "I simply walked into Mordor and all I got was this lousy t-shirt."
I laugh to myself as I head into class.