Another Piece of Me {DISCONTINUED}

prince

I wake up to see a familiar and concerned face looking out of the windshield. Yep. I was in a car. Was it my "Prince Charming?"

Who is my Prince Charming?

No other than Dean.

I look out the window and see a ton of girls....okay, maybe about four of them, running towards his car. It must be lunch. They run to the drivers seat, knocking on the window. Dean looks oblivious, as he's still looking out the window. He hasn't even realized I'm awake. They realize I'm in the car too and all of them shoot me dirty looks.

Don't mess with me. I've a bad enough day.

I return their glares with a wave, pretending to fall asleep again.

I wait for about five minutes before I tap the shoulder of a faraway Dean. He turns to look at me.

"Hello Melany." Dean seems sad. Poor thing.
"Hi Dean." I say, my voice a little rough from my blackout.
"How are you feeling? Is there anything I can do?" This amazingly hot British boy is concerned about me, yet he looks like a sad puppy, like he wants to get something off his chest.
"No. I'm good. Thank you for taking care of me. You didn't have to do that." I say.
"Are you sure? Nothing?" He looks so sad! Why?!
"Yeah I'll be fine. 

You're really sweet, y'know that?" I say, maybe too soon.

"Oh-thank you." Dean says, looking not as sad. A tiny sign of blush comes to his face, just a tiny one.

It. Was. Adorable.

Damn.
"Oh, Melany. I forgot to mention. You might want to check out your neck...I wish I could do something about it, but I really can't."
I pull open the car mirror atop the windshield. "Thanks Dean."
I stare at my neck. There's four marks in a line from each other and one lower down. It sure looked bad.
"What even happened to you?"
I hesitate to tell Dean anything that happened. What happens of he says something? I wouldn't know what to do with myself. I shiver recalling how vulnerable I felt, pinned to those lockers. I look into Dean's intoxicating eyes.
"You don't have to tell me, you know..." Deans says finally.
"No, no. I trust you. But I'll only tell you if you answer my question I have for you."
"Okay. Out with it then." Dean says, slightly chuckling. No sad puppy look for now I guess.
"What happened between us yesterday? You left me sort of confused. I just....I don't know Dean. What happened?"

"Okay Melany. I'm going to be honest. I have no clue what happened. The only thing I know is that...oh, how do I say this...you...you make me feel happy. Happier than I've been in a while. I've never had the guts to tell you, though."

I feel a blush coming on. His accent makes this extra adorable. I mean, WOW.

Does this mean he likes me? Hmmm...

Dean continues. "I know I kind of pulled a fast one on you, but...it just felt right. I know I sound crazy, but I've never felt like this about someone. I mean, I don't want to brag...but, girls chase me everywhere. I've never liked any of them."

HE LIKES ME!! HE LIKES ME!! 

Wait.

What happens now? I spill about the cheerleaders, then what? Should I confess too? Maybe it'd be good to say something too. But at the same time, it would be pretty cute, seeing him flirt with me without knowing my feelings for him...

I'm going to go for it. Who cares. Let's do this.

Yeah.