The Bucket List

Chapter 2

I look up, bracing myself for the wasted men I've been expecting, but instead see a boy who looks about 17 or 18, close to my age, walk in. He takes a look around the deserted diner and and walks over to my table, pulling up a chair and taking a seat. "Mind if I sit here?" He asks, pulling out the chair and sitting across from me. I have to admit, I'm a little bit surprised by his bluntness, not to mention the fact that he's probably the youngest guy I've ever seen in here. I shrug, sliding my textbook over while he signals for Rosa to come over. She walks, or more accurately waddles over at a speed of about half a mile per hour, sighing loudly as she pours the scalding coffee into his cups. He flashes her a wide smile, and I take a close look at him, realizing that I'm less than two feet away from someone who can only be accurately described as devastatingly gorgeous. Seriously. He's got dark hair and these incredible eyes, which I can't quite name as green or blue, but rather a startling mixture of the two. He's tall, a good half foot taller than me, and is rather lanky. Still, I can't take my eyes off of him. He looks over at me and grins, and I realize that I've been holding my coffee mug up to my lips for the last minute without actually drinking anything. I look back down at my textbook, determined not to make an idiot of myself.

"I'm Dean," he says, holding out his hand. I blink, hesitantly taking his hand. Somehow, this guy didn't strike me as a hand-shaker. He smirks, resting his arm on the table and looking at me expectantly.

"Why are you staring at me?"I ask, uncertain as to how whether I should be feeling flattered of freaked out with all this attention.

"Well, I was hoping to maybe get your name," He replies, laughing as I duck my head down in embarrassment.

"I'm Casey," I mutter a beat later, wishing that this guy would just go away and spare us both the awkwardness.

"See, was that really so hard?" He asks.

I shrug and look back at my textbook, deciding to ignore him. This proves to be difficult though, as he soon begins tapping on the table along with the beat of the song playing on the radio that sits on the counter. A song whose last airplay was probably in 1955 comes on.

"Wow great song, isn't it?"

"Not really." I reply with attempted indifference.

"Yeah, you're right."

I look up, wondering who the hell this guy was. 

"What, a guy can't change his mind?"

I'm reading the same sentence over and over.

"Wow, what kind of sexist establishment have I wandered into, where a guy can't even sit next to a pretty girl without getting the silent treatment. The cold shoulder. That's cruel, I have to say."

"Then why don't you just leave?" I can't take it anymore.

"What, and leave you alone with all the sketchy potential rapists and murderers in here? I'm offended, really I am. You can't think I'm that much of an asshole."

I look around the diner, with it's total population of four, exaggeratedly.

He smirks, following my gaze.

"See that guy over there?" He asks in a stage whisper, jerking his head towards an elderly man doing a crossword puzzle and eating a slice of pie.

I raise my eyebrows.

"He looks pretty sketchy to me. Just the kind of guy you'd expect to pull a knife or something. Don't you see, I can't leave you alone with that kind of danger."

I scowl and slam my textbook shut, accepting defeat.

"Fine. Whatever. I'm all yours." I force myself to scowl.

The boy, Dean, smiles broadly.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

I hope you guys enjoyed chapter two! What do you think of Dean? Please vote and comment if you enjoyed reading! I might post another chapter tonight, or maybe tomorrow, I'm not sure yet.