He Found Her.

Chapter 8.

Vintage POV

I can't believe I had gotten into an accident. The situation was just a bit tragic.

"Ya know, I can't believe my mom let you stay with me, she must like you."

"Um, yeah. She told me to start calling her "mom" dude. That was weird."

He smiled at me when he said that, and it confused me.

"Wow, that's a huge step. Are you happy about that big head??" I laughed sarcastically.

The cashier asked for our orders. I recognized her from school, and she was one of the "groupies".

"Ooooh....Vintage?...and....Dylan? What do you guys think your doing here, together?"

She made me feel really stupid.

It's not like we're dating. Even if we were, it's none of that bitch's business.

"Look Jessica, us being together has nothing to do with you. This is my best friend, and if we want to be here, we will."

Dylan was defending me.

This is why I'm antisocial with everyone. Because they do these things.

"No Dylan, it's okay."

I just slapped her.

"Hey! We just had an accident, we can't do this!"

I heard Dylan screaming at me, but I saw red, and I tuned him out. I was focused on beating her face in.

"GET OFF!" Jessica yelled.

I started to pull her hair, and unfortunately, some of it ended up in my hands. I heard myself laugh. I felt someone yanking on me, and I reflexed.

"Get your ASS off, and LETS GO!"

That was the first time he's ever yelled at me.

"We need to get you out of here before they call the police on you."

He yanked me out to the jeep, and opened the door and literally threw me in. I felt so dumb..

"Dylan..." I said right before he slammed the door. He walked around to the drivers side quite quickly. All I could do was close my eyes, and try not to cry. He sat, and turned to me.

"Vin.. what the hell dude. C'mon! We just got into a car accident, and you wanna take it about yourself to go jumping on a girl that isn't even worth your time!? She could have beaten the dog shit out of you. You could of gotten hurt. You ALREADY hurt. What would you say the ?"

"Just...TAKE ME HOME!"

I didn't try to yell at him, but it was a humans natural instinct to do so when they are being yelled at.

"I'm going to be there with you..."

"Just take me home Dylan! Please.."

**

We got to my house, and I practically ran to my front porch. I felt like I was under so much pressure and I could barely unlock the door.

Dylan came up behind me and grabbed my keys. He put them in his pocket, cupped his hands around my face, and kissed me.

"Now calm down."