Be There | A Dwayne Robertson Fanfic ✔️

Hurt

"We should head back," Dwayne whispers, eyes still focused on the lights. I nod slowly, wanting to savor this moment for as long as possible. Dwayne turns around and begins walking away, and I follow, my hand still engulfed in his.

We don't go quickly, but somewhat slow, trying to make this last longer. We stand at the edge of the sidewalk, waiting for cars to stop so we can cross. When one car rolls to a stop, we hurry across the road to the dorm house which is right in front of us.

We climb the staircase to our floor, fingers intertwined. We begin down the hallway, until we stop in out tracks. My eyes go wide as I drop Dwayne's hand quickly, and he obliges, understanding the circumstances. Dean. He had just walked out of his room.

I silently pray that he turns the other way, but my luck's a bitch, and his head twists, his eyes connecting with mine. "Meg!" he calls, running over to us. "Where have you been?" he asks sternly.

"I was at the game room," I lie, hoping he'll believe me.

He raises an eyebrow. "Really? Because Connie and Julie said you were at the cafeteria," he crosses his arms, muscles flexing as I see Dwayne visibly gulp from the corner of my eye.

"I was at the cafeteria, but then I went to the game room," I explain, faking a smile. "You must have missed me," I shrug.

His eyes fall down my body, before glaring back into my own. "That's a pretty fancy outfit for the game room," he says, his voice getting lower. "And when I went to the game room and asked if anyone had seen you, they said they hadn't since the game," he pinches his lips together in a thin line. "What's going on?"

"Nothing! God, Dean! Nothing's going on," I cry, throwing my arms into the air. I feel bad for Dwayne, who's just standing there awkwardly.

Dean squints his eyes at me, tilting his head. "Are, are you wearing, makeup?" he asks, spiting the words out like venom. "What the hell is going on, Meg?" I open my mouth, but he cuts me off. "And don't give me some bullshit lie!"

I flinch at his harshness, which reminds me of my parents before they got divorced. "She was with me," Dwayne interjects before I can answer. "I asked her to come with me."

Dean's eyes narrow, not at Dwayne, but at me. "You said you didn't have anything going on with these boys! You said they were just friends!"

"You can't control my life, Dean! And maybe I did say that, but that was the first day we were in California!" I exclaim.

"Watch me," Dean grabs my arm, pulling me away. "You're staying with me until we go home." He tugs me, dragging me towards his dorm.

I yank my arm away from him, standing next to Dwayne who ran up after us. "No, Dean, I'm not," I spit. "I thought you trusted me," I whisper quietly, tears threatening to spill from my eyes while I rub my arm.

Dean's face doesn't soften by my words, it only grows colder as he shoves me further away from him and Dwayne. "I do, Meg. But, I don't trust my little sister with boys, especially the boys on this team," Dean now grabs Dwayne by the collar of his shirt, lifting him a few inches off the ground. "I told you that I wasn't going to let anything, or anyone, hurt you again. I told you I was going to protect you."

I lift my head and glare at him. "How can you protect me and not let anything harm me, when you're the one hurting me?"

Dean's eyes go wide as he drops Dwayne, who scurries away from him, coming closer to me. "Meg, I, I'm-," Dean stammers.

"No, Dean," I stick my hand out, stopping him. "Sorry isn't going to fix it this time," I stutter, tears slipping down my cheeks. Dean says nothing, but turns around, stomping into his dorm room.