Who is dean?

Prologue

I stare at dean from across the classroom as I scribble in my notebook.

Dean and I only have one class together, history.

I hate history.

It gives me a headache...until I see dean.
A kind hearted guy I've known since sixth grade.

Ok well maybe not 'known' but I see him all the time. He lives in my neighborhood and sometimes helps my mom with the things her and I can't handle alone.

I haven't had a full conversation with him once but somehow I still really like him.

I focus on my paper now, sketching his big dark brown eyes and his sweet smile.

Dean is pretty popular everywhere, but who wouldn't want to be friends with such a nice, funny guy like dean.

I move onto his hair and draw his short curly back hair, trying my best to shade perfectly.

He's done so much for our neighborhood and is a constant volunteer at a preschool down the street from our school as well as at my mothers dinner.

As I finish off the sketch I add tiny hearts around his head.

I look back up at him having a conversation with his friends. It's been six years that I've kept this crush to myself, I'm confessing today.

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"What! Today's the day? My baby is growing up." Quinn, my best friend asks out of excitement.

Quinn I've known since sixth grade too.
Quinn is older than me by two years, she was held back in sixth grade and had to take it again, that's where I met her.
People would bully her for staying back and I did my best to protect her.

Because she's older than me she grew a habit of calling me 'her baby' or 'a baby' as a joke I would call her 'mamma' back.

"That's right." I say in determination, holding my fist up while watching dean at his locker.
"When, May?"

I close my locker and turn to Quinn. "After school, I'm still pretty nervous."

Quinn laughs and puts a hand on my shoulder. "What could go wrong? Dean is literally the nicest guy on earth. If he doesn't feel the same way he'll probably want to be friends anyway, and if he likes you back then I'll have two children."

I playfully hit her stomach. "momma, It's not that simple. Sure dean is a nice guy but I might cry if he rejects me."

Quinn puts both hands on my shoulders. "May, you'll be fine." She gives me her usual sweet, comforting smile and I giver her one back. "Maybe you're right."

The rest of the day passes faster than I'm ready for. As it got closer to the end of the school day, the bigger the knot in my stomach got. The final bell rings and the uneasiness in my stomach still hasn't settled.

As I leave the class room Quinn grabs my hand. "It's time!" She practically squeals.

"Why are you more excited than me?" I grumble.
The knot grows bigger as I see him at his locker. He's talking to a group of his friends.

"Nope. Not doing it." I protest, turning around. Quinn yanks me back towards her.
"May, I'll get your stuff out of your locker, you can ask him to talk to you in the school garden. Simple." I make an unsure noise under my breath.

"I'll take that as a yes." She begins to drag me down the hall.

We stop in front of his locker and his friends. I stare at dean, who is now staring at me, expecting something.

"Hi dean." Quinn speaks up for me.
"Um...hi." He chuckles showing his deep dimples and his pearly white teeth.

"If you don't say anything he's going to think you're weird." She whispers in my ear.

I look at the several eyes staring at me as I mess with my hands. "Dean, can I talk to you in the school garden?" I ask more clearly than I expected.

"Tass, can you grab my bag for me?" He asks one of his friends and begins walking. My heart beats out of my chest as I follow him down the hall, his friends making strange noises as we leave.

He guides me to the school garden, holding the door open for me when we get there. "Thanks." I utter walking in.

As he walks in, he stops right in front of me. "What did you need to talk about?"

I suck in a breath and close my eyes for a while. When I open them back I begin. "My name is May. I've been going here since sixth grade. You sometimes help me and my mom with stuff."

He nods his head calmly.

"I....I um..... I actually kind of have a crush on you. I wanted to tell you that and ask you out." I finally let out.

He doesn't say anything, looking at me for a bit.

His sudden booming laughter makes me jump. He continues laughing, bending over and hitting his leg.
I scratch my head, confused.

"You actually think I would like someone like you back?" He laugh some more.

My eyebrows furrow and I'm taken aback at his sudden change in....everything. His posture is different, his eyes hold flames and his voice alters.

"You fucking idiot! You're not even valuable in my eyes. I didn't know you until two seconds ago." His laugh gets louder and I'm not only sad but now scared. This cant be dean.

"W-Who are you?" I ask, putting my hand on my arm to support myself.

"I'm dea-" in realization the room goes cold. His laughter stops at once and he's left just staring at me. The flames in his eyes burn out and are replaced with his dark brown comforting ones. "You made me break character, shit."

I stay silent, hiding my awe. Not in six years have I ever heard dean curse until this day.

"Are you a demon?" I ask in barely a voice.

"No idiot, tell anyone about this and you're dead." He grabs my collar and pulls me close to him. "And I mean it." He lets go and leaves out of the garden, cursing At himself.

Maybe dean isn't as nice as everyone thinks. Including me.