Fated Love

chapter 2

         (Deans pov)

I stayed in bed for a few hours. when I made up my mind to wake up,i also made up my mind I wouldn't talk to her ever again. If she wanted to leave, then let her be my guest. There were a bunch of prettier girls out there who would have killed to be my girlfriends. It was not that I was bragging but I was a ladies man. ladies just loved me.

After tossing in bed for what seemed like forever, I decided to text her. I wanted to give her an option and honestly, I don't even know what I was thinking.

Me: "I can't justify what I did, but I am sorry. Whatever decision you make, I will support you and I will respect it" I didn't wait for her to text back, knowing her she probably must have deleted and blocked my number already. I smiled at how quixotic she usually acted. Why delete my number while you have it crammed in your head? I decided to go and party.

More like drown my sorrows in a sea of alcohol. No to a nagging girlfriend, yes to many girlfriends opportunity. Smirking I went to my best friend, my brother from another mother, Patrick. At exactly one o'clock I was standing right in front of his door debating whether to go in or just turn around, go apologize to Sharon and make everything okay between us...

(Patrick's pov)

I wondered what happened to my friend Dean, whatever it was, that little witch must have been the problem. I knew they wouldn't last. Dean was destined for greater things but that phone call a while ago, made me think otherwise. He was weeping like a woman. What was I supposed to do with a woman who was not really a woman?

I was brought back to reality with the sound of my door being knocked. I quickly opened it and came face to face with a tired looking Dean. He was wearing a long sleeved black shirt, a blue jeans and a black rubbers shoes. His hair was unkempt like he just escaped from slumber land. He had a blue shopping bag in his hands. Inside I could see the top of our favorite drink, hunter's choice

"Come on in, "I moved from the door to welcome him inside my room. He sighed and walked right to my bed. After shutting the door, I walked to an unusually quiet Dean, "what happened?" I asked with a concerned tone standing next to him. He looked broken which made me want to laugh at his face. He was totally swept off his feet. He stayed quiet like the topic was classified. I walked to my utensils and picked two glasses after he had the drinks out of the bag.

"Sharon and I are over" he stated after he had our glasses filled. "She just decided to break up with Me. can you believe it?" he looked really sad and I was disturbed. It was not like he loved her. He was my friend and I knew him. He couldn't love, the worst he had ever done was like. Since he liked a lot, (by a lot I don't mean the quantity of love but the number of girls. )That was just one less problem.

 Plus, he hadn't even slept with the girl yet. Who did that anyway? Who dates a girl for what, a year and doesn't sleep with them?I mean that's just crazy.

I raised my glass for a toss. "You should rejoice" I smiled at him. He lazily tossed to my glass. "Look at the brightest side of this outrageous break up now you can just focus on Zhela and you are a stress free man." Zhela didn't really care if Dean had a girlfriend or not. With her, he could bone as many girls as he wanted and still Zhela could accept him with open arms or maybe I should say with open legs. Lucky son of a bitch!" I am jealous of you brother "I chirped trying to cheer him up.

He smiled weakly looking at his glass that was already empty. He refilled it and emptied it as soon as it was full. The rest of the day was spent with him trying to drunk -call Sharon and I fighting to snatch the phone from him every time he tried to .I was not about to let him be weak what kind of a brother would that make me. Plus, I still needed someone to kiss and tell with.