Who is dean?

LEAVING

DEAN POV

"Let me re-wrap ur wrist before we leave." I say to may as she brings her luggage to the living room.

"It's ok. Let's just go." She says, groaning.

I bite down on my lip a little to stop myself from speaking. She's been a been a bit distant and I don't blame her, I was kind of rude to her in my room.

I pull out my now charged phone and call for the taxi. It doesn't take long for it to pull up outside of the house.

Without hesitation I grab our luggage and hurry to the car, piling our things in as the taxi driver watches.

"Thank you." She utters to me before getting in.
I close the trunk and take a deep breath, looking at may sitting in the back seat.

Never in my life have I been this nervous to be in a small space with a girl.

I fan myself with the hem of my shirt a little before getting in the backseat with may.

She crosses her arms a little and looks away from me, scooting away from me until she hit the door.

"Did I do something wrong?" I ask, looking her up and down.

She rolls her eyes, holding up get pinky. "You never pinky promised." She snaps, still looking away from me.

I scoot closer, holding my pinkie up and locking it with hers. "Happy now?" I ask closer than before, scanning her face and finding it hard to pull my gaze away, let alone let go of her pinky.

She smiles gently, "Very."

"Fuck it." I whisper under my breath, I press my lips against hers, our pinkies slowly slowly unlocking. She pulls me closer, I press my hand to the window above her head to support myself as the kiss gets deeper. She tenderly bites down on my bottom lip, driving me crazy. I pull back a bit. "Are you ok?" She asks looking a bit confused.

"Yeah, I liked it."

"Liked what?" May asks tilting her head in curiosity as I look down at our interlocking pinkies.

I blink a few times, trying to regain my sanity.

My lips press together, hiding my previous thoughts away as if May could read them.

Maybe I was hiding them from myself too... what the fuck was that?

Felt pretty real.

"Umm... our pinky promise. We should do it more." I say quickly unlatching my finger from hers and pulling away.

May gives me a strange look. "Ok then..." she drags out, taking out her phone and I do the same, trying to find a way to occupy my hands and thoughts.

The taxi drivers climbs in and we begin to drive. "We are headed to the airport." I say firmly to the driver before sticking in my earphones.

As I look down at my phone to turn my music on, a text notification with an Unfamiliar number pops up.

Hey there dean this is Amanda. I'm aware we haven't exactly had the time for another therapy session and I just wanted to check on you. How is your trip going so far?

I sigh, really not on the mood for therapy anything. Nevertheless... my fingers get to typing. Everything is going fucking nuts, I somehow got stuck with may, the girl I talked about in our last session, we got separated from the group. Long story short, she kissed me but she doesn't remember...turns out you were right.. I do like her. She's been driving me crazy without even doing anything.