Dakota's POV.
"Trey." I say knocking on his apartment door. "Open up. It's me."
Seconds after, the door flies open. Trey, looking fine as hell stands in front of me. He looks like he just got out of the shower. His hair moist. His six pack on deck. I can't help but stare.
"Come in." he says. "We need to talk."
I walk into his apartment and plop right on the couch, clenching a red pillow. Trey shuts the door and pulls shirt over his head. He leans on the wall staring at me. Not in a glaring sort of way, but a worried stare.
"Are you okay?" he asks quietly.
I give him a small smile and pat the couch, gesturing him to sit next to me. He does.
"Look," I say. "I'm sorry about yelling and you and stuff. I just have a lot on my plate."
"You can talk to me."
"I know. Its just I don't know how to tell you without bursting into tears."
He cups my hand in his and kisses me gently on the lips. "You can tel me Dakota. I'm here for you."
I sigh, looking at my shoes. "Shawn. His team....They went into-They got into an...altercation." I glance up Trey once. "T-They umm...They- There was an explosion. Someone stepped on a mine. A lot of soldiers were killed. We don't know if..." I fill my eyes start to water. I push the tears back. At least, I try. "My mom and I were watching the NEWS. Then dad called up and..."
I feel Trey pull me into a hug. I grasp his T-shirt. No one can understand how hard this is for me. My brother may be dead. Gone. Forever. My mom is in worse condition then I'm in. On top of the divorce, she has to deal with the possibility that her son may be dead. When he lets go, I sigh.
"I'm sorry." he says. "I'm sure Shawn is fine."
"But we don't know that Trey. I told his stupid ass not to join the army. Now look." I feel tears stream down my face.
"Dakota." Trey says. He holds my face in his hands. His warmth calms me.
I sigh once again. This fine hard. I close my eyes. I breathe in and then out. In and out. In and out. I suck up everything. The pain and the pity.
"There's more." This part is worse. Its about Daniel. How can I start with my brother? My brave, unselfish, kind brother and then end with a stupid,dirty bastard like Daniel? Now I have to tell him about Daniel. About the the involuntary kiss attempt. About him walking in on me in the shower. About his accusation of Trey being the father of Angell's baby. All of that.
"Daniel." He states with a frown. "Its Daniel. Isn't it?"
"He tried to kiss me." I blurt out.
"What?" Trey says, almost yells. His face turns from soft to scorn in a split second. His eyes rage with anger and he clenches his fist. "He tried to what?"
I don't even want to repeat it. Treys reaction. I have to say it even scared me. Me. I'm supposed to be his girlfriend.
"He-"
"I heard you." He snaps angrily. Usually, I would have snapped right back at him OR cussed him the fuck out. But Im', not in the mood. I'm not. I'm sad, irritated and upset. And all the those emotions do NOT go well together.
Looking at Treys face, I know I shouldn't tell him anymore. Not about the shower incident. Not about Daniel cornering me.He looks pissed. Angry. I'm scared to even touch him. I wonder though why he gets so upset. Like I understand why. My ex tried to kiss me. And I'm his girlfriend. But I wonder if he feels as if, I am his. Like I belong to him.
So I ask.
"Do you think I'm yours?" I ask, in an intimidating way.
He looks at me in surprise. Well, my question was blunt. His expression once again changes. Bipolar Bitch.
"Excuse me?" he responds with much boldness. I don't understand what I said was so funny. "Of course you're mine."
My mouth plops open. WHAT. THE. FUCK. JUST. HAPPENED.?
"Why do you think I'm so upset?"
I don't respond.
"Do you not want to be mine?"
"Of course I do." I quietly.
Trey wraps his arms around me and places a kiss on my forehead.
"I'm going to beat the shit outta him." He whispers in my ear.
I can't help but smile. Isn't it funny how we can both change each others mood. First I'm crying and now, I'm relaxed. First he's upset and now he's relax. We're like a fucking bipolar couple. One minute he's wiping my tears and holding my hand and the next minute he's upset. To think he loves me this much makes me feel so..happy and so loved. For some reason, him saying that I'm his makes me feel so quirky inside. I didn't think he could be so dominant. I do fear that not telling him the whole truth may strain our relationship but right now, I just want to stay in the moment of being with him.
I can tell he's still pissed about the Daniel thing. Look at the vein bulging out of his forehead. I don't say anything. I just snuggle in his arms, quietly.
LITERALLY 5 MINUTES LATER:
"Trey, are you a virgin?"
A/N: OMG. I loved writing this chapter. Is Trey a virgin or nawww? Lol. Ask for dedications.
