Inning of Love (Complete and being edited)

Dean.

She about took my breath away when I walked through those doors. I could barely calm my shaking body as I walked over to her, knowing I was about to break her heart, and mine. I hated doing that to her. It made me sick. So sick, that before class started, I rushed to the bathroom to throw up. Well, dry heave really. There was nothing to throw up since I didn't eat again.

I take a seat and glance behind me. The empty seat nagging at me. Where is she? Then again, if she did what I did to her, I probably wouldn't come to class either. I got so pissed at Phoebe for walking with me and making me pick her ass up this morning. I cringed when I pulled up to school, knowing that Scarlett was going to see us walking in together. I know it isn't right to say that you hate someone, but I literally loathe that girl.

"Psst, hey lover boy." The annoying nickname she has used since we first started dating, stings my ear drums. I roll my eyes and look over at her. "We hanging out tonight?" The audacity this broad has astounds me.

Before I answer, I notice that there are several eyes on us. Shocked expressions fall upon my fellow classmates as Phoebe sits here and asks me something like that. "No way." I scoff. James, the quiet kid that sits two seats up in the next row looks at me and slowly shakes his head at me before looking forward again. I exhale and correct my tone, attempting at not being a total dick. "I mean no, as in I can't. I work tonight."

And so does Scarlett...shit. Will she even show up? I rub my temples at the massive migraine that is continuing to grow. I pull my phone out of my pocket and stare at my background. It is a picture of Scarlett, my favorite one thus far. It is where she was wearing this tan colored, off shoulder shirt, and we were all hanging out at Nina's house. I remember how much she was laughing at this point and then when I took a picture of her mid-laugh, accidentally letting the flash shine on her, she begged me to delete it as she scrunched up her nose. A gorgeous smile was plastered on her face, one that I was the reason for. Just as I was the reason for how she looked this morning. Sorrowful and deeply hurt. 

Hours pass and school is finally out. I grabbed my books from my locker and bolted, dodging Phoebe on the way out. She can find a ride with her minions. I hop in my jeep and drive to the diner, my heart races as I pull up next to the familiar baby blue convertible bug that is parked in the back of the diner parking lot. I take a deep breath and glance in my rear view mirror.

Grow some fucking balls Dean. You can face her.

I open the back door and walk into the small employee lobby to change my shirt and grab my apron when I hear little footsteps approach me from behind. My mother clears her throat as I turn to face her, my hands instantly digging into my apron.

"How are you doing honey?" She asks softly. Her voice is always soft and comforting, but right now there is a difference in her tone. Like she is cautiously walking on egg shells at the moment. After my outburst, I guess I can't blame her.

I shrug my shoulders and look past her as I spot Scarlett at the kitchen window picking up plates for an order. "Peachy." I grunt.

My mother folds her hands and sighs. "I understand sweetheart that you are hurting right now. I get it, but it isn't like you knew. You two love birds can still make this work. You guys have something special. You really do."

"We broke up mom. I...am back with Phoebe." I mutter.

"Goodness, why would you do that?"

"I can't really talk about it mom. It is what it is."

"Dean you need to man the hell up and go tell that poor girl the truth. Stop avoiding it. You are only making things worse."

"Trust me mother, I'm not. This is what is best for her. At least this way, she will think that I was just another asshole and went back to his ex. I would rather her think that than be disgusted with me knowing who my father is, who I am fucking named after." I raise my voice and the cook stops what he is doing to look over at me.

My mom grins at him and waves him off, signaling everything is fine and then looks back to me. Her face stern and voice full of disappointment. "You are young Dean. You do not see what I have been seeing for the last few months. You love her and she is in love with you too. But doing this, you're not only breaking her heart but you are pushing her farther and farther away. Your father thought it was best not to tell me the truth about his affair, his way of saving me from the heartbreak I guess. But my point is sweetheart-," she maintains our eye contact and places her hand on my shoulder, "that finding out the truth from someone else broke my heart more. Not knowing and finding out from someone other than your loved one, hurts more than it would coming from you." She finishes with a benevolent smile.

Working with her has been worse than seeing her at school. It was like she was so close, yet so far. Far from me, my reach. A painted scowl on her face all night as she did everything possible to avoid me. I even asked stupid questions like if she knew where the remote for the jukebox was, even though I knew exactly where it was. In response, I got nothing, not even a peep. She just pointed to the remote sitting on the shelf under the coffee bar.

After I clean off my last table, I look up at her as she leans over the coffee bar to wipe it down, and the courage I suddenly get hits me like a truck. My mom and even Dex, were right. I need to tell her the fucking truth. I close my fists tightly and bring them to my sides as I walk up to the coffee bar, standing directly across from her. I muster up the shit I should have said earlier, the minute I found out myself about how we are connected. I quickly shake my own thoughts away. That is not how we are connected, we are connected by the love we have for each other. Not because of who my father is and the horrible thing he has done.

"Scar..." I start and surprisingly she responds by lifting her head to me, giving me the satisfaction of having those gorgeous hazel eyes look back at me for once tonight.

The bell to the entrance dings before I can get my next words out. I follow Scarlett's gaze as her eyes have gone wide and now watery as the pool grows at the brim of them.

Like I said, this bitch seems to have the worst timing. "Hey lover boy." She chimes. Heat rises to my cheeks, the anger building again and I close my fists even tighter, my very short nails now digging into my palms, and my knuckles are turning white.

"What are you doing here?" I growl.

"Well when you said we couldn't hang out later because you had to work, I figured I'd just come by and get a milkshake and then maybe we can hang out at my place after and you know, color coordinate. You need to see my dress so you know what color of tie to get for prom." She smirks and folds her arms over her chest. "Oh, hey Scarlett. Didn't see you there." She lies.

"Y-you're going to prom? With her?" Scarlett whispers, and I slowly turn around to face her.

I shake my head quickly. Too quickly. "Scarlett, I need to talk to you. There is something you need to know."