Boys Are Dogs

Chapter 5 - Collin POV

A/N - I'm putting together a cast, but I'm not sure who should play Isaac yet. If you have any suggestions, feel free to comment them. :) Also sorry for any spelling errors. I tried to catch them all 

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I spent my evening wandering aimlessly around the mall  constantly thinking about, you guessed it, Derek. He probably hates me. I've completely ignored him since the party, mainly because I couldn't look him in the eye without getting butterflies. Why did he have such an effect on me? 

I spotted Isaac while I was wandering. He had a hood on, covering more than half of his face. He passed under a light and his face lit up, displaying a gruesome bruise covering more than half of his face. No wonder he was covering it. I contemplated asking what happened, but he looked like he didn't want any company, so I let him be. 

I exited the mall through the JC Penney, which was the closest store to my car. As I absentmindedly searched for my car, I ran into another one, hitting my hip bone really hard. I winced in pain as I looked at the car I had collided with. 

It was Derek's. 

Of course I had to run into Derek's car. It just had to be his, didn't it?

This stupid action of mine had my mind twirling. He had started going through my mind again. 

I stood, looking at his car like an idiot, which gained me a few odd looks from people in the lot, but I ignored it. I had an idea. 

I looked around for a piece of paper. There was bound to be one on the ground somewhere. After a quick search, I found an old lost dog poster. I tore a corner off of it and threw it back onto the ground. I dug a pen out of my pocket; I always had a pen on me. 

I scribbled a note and stuck it under his windshield wiper. 

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"We need to talk," I sighed into the phone when Malia finally picked up. 

"Now's not really the best time..." she whispered urgently into the phone. I could tell that she was in some trouble when I heard her dad's faint shouts through the speaker. 

"Okay," I responded, "call me later though."

"Okay."

The call ended with a click. I had decided to confront Malia about her secrets, but apparently I decided to do it at a not-so-desirable time. 

Derek still hadn't texted me yet. This was either proof that he hated me, or he just hadn't seen the note. My mind knew that it was probably the latter, but I somehow convinced myself that it was actually the former. 

I walked over to the stereo in the corner of my room and swiftly shut it off. Today's music was Lana Del Rey, but I really wasn't feeling it at the moment. 

I sighed and fell back on my bed. I was so extremely bored. Nothing seemed to be entertaining today. 

I stared at the ceiling with a blank gaze, but was interrupted by the buzz of my phone. I picked it up with a lazy hand, hardly gazing at the screen. I sat up completely when I saw who it was from. 

Derek: You wanted to talk?

I responded, albeit a little quickly. 

You: Yeah. You wanna meet somewhere? Or would you prefer to text?

Derek: I'm good with whatever. 

You: Okay, meet me at the park by the gas station. 

Derek: K. I'll be there in 5

I hopped off of my bed and walked over to my mirror to make sure I was at least somewhat presentable. I cringed at what I saw. My hair was a mess, and my clothes were all crumpled from laying down. Knowing that I had to get to the park, I threw a beanie on over my wild hair and quickly straightened my outfit. 

I ran down the stairs and outside to my car, avoiding my mothers questions of where I was going. I had three minutes to make it to the park. I pulled out of the driveway and drove five over the speed limit the whole way there. 

I stepped out of the car and into the sunlight. I squinted and saw Derek sitting at one of the tables. My stomach fluttered. 

"Damn, he looks good," I thought, but cut myself off. "He doesn't like you, remember?" I questioned myself. 

I strolled over to the table, trying to be as casual as possible. Gladly, I made it without tripping over my own feet. I tend to do that a lot. 

"Hey," he greeted. 

"Hi," I responded, sporting a shaky smile. 

"So what did you need to talk about?" he asked, nervousness present in his voice. 

The thing was, I didn't even know what I needed to talk to him about. It was more of a heat-of-the-moment thing and all I knew was that I needed to come clean to him. I needed to tell him how I felt, but I didn't want him to hate me for it. I didn't want to ruin the possibility of us becoming at least friends. 

"Umm...." I started but was cut off by screaming coming in our direction. 

"YOU!" Isaac yelled from across the park, gaining my attention. I noticed that the bruise on his face had blackened a little more.

"You started this!" he screamed as he charged closer to our table. 

Derek jumped up and shoved his hands against Isaac's chest. He stumbled backwards, but was ultimately unfazed. He kept his glare locked on me as he barreled towards me. Derek, sensing that I was going to get hurt, stepped into action while I remained frozen in my seat. Derek stepped forward and slapped Isaac. Right on his bruise. Isaac growled in pain and staggered backwards, almost running into a group of children. 

"You're lucky your little lover is here to protect you, or else I would have your head!" he spat at me with such ferocity that I physically winced. 

I shot a glance at Derek, looking for answers, but he looked just as confused as I did. 

Derek spoke up. "What did he ever do to you?" he yelled, startling some kids nearby. 

"He started it all," Isaac whimpered before running off in the other direction. 

I was shocked. I had no clue what was going on, and from the looks of it, neither did Derek. 

Still in my stunned state, I whispered, "I should go," before running to my car and speeding away. 

I got to my house and ran up to my room, dazed. 

What in the hell did I do to Isaac?