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—Luna
Song Request: Bad Liar by Imagine Dragons
3467 words
"Nicky, it's time to wake up for school," Mike says shaking me.
"No, let me sleep," I grumble, turning over to bury my head into my pillow.
"No can do, Princess, you gotta wake up," now Pete was in here. Great.
My bed shifts as Ralf jumps up and starts licking my face. "Icky! Ralf!" I say wiping my face off with my hands. "Great, now I'm awake. No thanks to you bozos," I grumble getting out of bed and gathering my clothes so that I can take a shower.
The guys left my room, leaving me with Ralf. My outfit today consists of a black shirt with the FRIENDS couch on it from Central Perk, some capris, and my black Nike running shoes. I'm not very colorful... I do like FRIENDS though.
I walk to my bathroom carrying my clothes. After pushing Ralf out of the room, I lock the door, turn the water on, and strip. As soon as the water is warm to my liking, I step under the showerhead, closing the turquoise shower curtain behind me.
I wash my boring, straight, brown hair with Susan's keratin-infused Suave shampoo that smells really good. After that, I run her conditioner through my hair, both the shampoo and conditioner have the same smell.
I wash my body with Susan's coconut scented body wash from Bath and Body Works. The aroma here is really good. I then wash my face with some Biore stuff that Susan uses. I then rinse everything off and step out of the shower, into the freezing bathroom.
After drying off and getting dressed, I pull my boring hair into a ponytail. My hair is pretty long, while in a ponytail, it ends around the middle of my back. I haven't had it cut in forever, yet I have no split ends, it honestly doesn't make any sense, but I'm not complaining.
After getting ready in the bathroom, I walk back to my room. The walls are a light blue color, to this day I love this color. It adds...character to my room. My bed frame is made of wood and painted white, the bedside table is painted white as well and decorated with a lamp and it holds my essentials on it.
Every day, I wear the same jewelry: the locket that my mom gave me when I was four, the 5SOS necklace that Peter gave me for the first birthday that I had here, I was nine.
I wear the ring that Mike bought me that same year, it's got a feather on it, a symbol of freedom as I think.
I also wear a bunch of bracelets on my right wrist, just a few colorful ones that I either made or Susan bought for me. Inhabiting my left wrist is a watch that Mom always wore. Now I wear it, a reminder that she was a fighter, so I have to be one too.
After putting all of my usual jewelry on, I grab my bag and walk down the hall and to the kitchen where that rest of my family is. The smell of bacon and eggs invaded my senses.
"Here you go, Princess," Peter says, sliding a plate to me.
"Thanks, but I'm going to head to school, see you later," I say as I walk through the front door. A chorus of 'bye's' and 'see ya's' following me out of the door.
The walk to school is quiet, so I don't bother turning my iPod on and listen to music, instead, I just walk to school.
When I arrive at the school, no one's waiting out front, so I guess that the doors are open. I guess is proved correct when I tug one of the doors open and it does as it's supposed to.
I walk to my first classroom, only to find that the door is locked. So I take my backpack off and slide down the wall, sitting there and waiting for Mr. Newman to get here.
After two minutes of waiting, I get bored and pull my iPod out, putting my playlist on shuffle. I smile as NF's If You Want Love starts playing. Yes, I'm a girl that listens to rap, but NF just kind of speaks to you, so judge me if you want.
I look up when a shadow looms over me, my mind flashes to yesterday at lunch and I shiver. Who I find looking at me though, is not who I was expecting. It was Dean.
Pulling my earbud out, I hear him ask, "The teacher's not here?"
I simply shake my head and watch as he sits down beside me. I immediately tense, no one just sits next to me anymore. I let it slide though, he's not doing anything to me.
I put my earbud in to realize that Just Like You by Louis Tomlinson is playing. I start humming along with it, I've always loved these kinds of songs. Songs that help you realize that you're not alone in whatever you're going through.
When I feel a hand on my shoulder, I flinch. When I look up, Deans looking back. What is it with this kid and touching me?
I instantly pull my earbud out and look at him expectantly, "Yeah?"
"What are you humming?" His voice is curious, and with his accent, it makes it seem as if he's actually amused by me.
"Louis Tomlinson's Just Like You," I whisper as the song ends and Five Seconds of Summer's Amnesia comes on.
He nods, "Good song."
I just nod and bring my knees to my chest. Calum's bass solo just only adds to the sad energy of the song. I'm interrupted as my iPod gets ripped from my hand.
"Hey," I yelp, looking at Dean who simply holds his hand up, motioning me to wait.
"Dang, you have a lot of songs on here," Dean mumbles. I do, I listen to a lot of different genres, so...
The song playing in my left ear suddenly stops and a new song starts playing. I suddenly realize the song to be Ed Sheeran's A-Team. I smile. I love this song, for there's so much in this song that I can relate to.
I lean back against the wall, closing my eyes. I feel Dean's eyes on me. He's a very curious person, isn't he?
"You picked a good song," I whisper to him. I see his head nod as he hands me my iPod.
"Why do you have so many songs on that?" He asks, referring to my iPod.
I twirl the small object in my hands, "I listen to a lot of different genres, and I just like a lot of songs," I say looking away from him. There's more to it, I just don't want to tell him.
Mr. Newman finally arrives, unlocking the door. I walk back to my usual spot in the back of the classroom. When I turn around, Dean's right behind me. This doesn't happen, no one wants to hang out with me except Peter, Susan, Mike, and maybe Ralf.
He sits down beside me, getting his stuff out and ready for class. I sit there, staring at him. He suddenly stops and snaps, "Why are you staring at me?"
I jump, "I-I...people just don't sit by me." The end of my statement is quiet, I barely even heard it, but somehow Dean did.
He hung his head down for a few seconds before looking back up to me, "Well I do."
I look down, my heart still beating hard from his snap earlier. I start doing as he was, getting my stuff ready for class, Bad Reputation by Shawn Mendes playing through my earbuds.
By the time that I'm done, there's five minutes until the first bell rings. I then pull my earbuds out, and wrap them around my iPod and then I put them in my backpack
Math goes on smoothly, Dakota isn't here. What did Dean do to him? Dakota may be my bully, but I don't wish him any harm.
The rest of my morning goes on, Dakota still MIA.
When lunch comes around, Dean walks up beside me. "Mind if I sit here?" He asks I feel the gaze of other girls' around us burn into me.
"Uh...sure," I say pulling my journal out.
After a while of him eating and me writing, I look at him, to meet his gaze.
"May I a-ask you something?" I ask him.
He shrugs, "Go ahead."
"Wh-what did you do to Dakota?" I asked.
Dean seemed confused by my question, "Care to expand, Love?"
"Uh...what damage did you inflict on him? You got the black eyes, and bruises along the jaw, what happened to him?" I ask quietly.
"Broken nose, one of his eyes were swollen," he pauses, seeming to be in thought, "uh...I probably bruised his rib cage, it wasn't that bad of a fight." He shrugs when he's done.
I look down, bruised ribs hurt, I would know. My mind goes back to the first time my dad forced a kid in his ring, the look on his face alone was enough to know that he wasn't going to win-
"You okay?" Dean asks putting his hand on my shoulder.
I blink a few times, realizing that my eyes were watering. "Y-yeah," I say looking at my journal.
"He was harassing you, Love, I wasn't going to just watch that happen," Dean says defensively.
I nod, "I-I know, and thank you, b-but you didn't have to hurt him th-that bad."
He studies me, searching for his own answers. "What happened?" He finally asks.
My stomach drops, "Wh-what do you mean?"
"You're adopted aren't you?" He asks, his green eyes staring into my hazel ones.
"Y-yeah, how do you know?" I ask him.
He shrugs, "I know Mike, he doesn't look anything like you."
He's right, Mike is blonde and has blue eyes, we couldn't be farther opposites.
"What happened to get you into the system?" Dean asks, his eyes demanding an answer. I grab my bag and walk away, tears brimming my eyes. I'm not ready to revisit my past.
Sure, it's been eight years since the last fight, when the cops found the ring, and my dad was arrested on more than one charge, but everything is still fresh in my mind. It probably always will be.
As I hurry down the hall that I found my self in yesterday, I head Dean's footsteps echoing behind me. I turn around sharply, him almost running into me.
"W-why do you want to know?" I ask through a sob.
Dean's hands reach to his neck, pulling a dog tag out. Each child in the foster system got one. "Because both of us have a story that needs to be told," Dean whispers.
"Y-you're in the s-system too?" I ask, gently reaching up and running my finger over his tag.
Dean nods before bringing his hand gently to my cheek, brushing my tears away. "I just got transferred to a new foster home," he says rubbing his thumb over my cheek. I close my eyes at his action.
"Can I come with you to your place after school so that we can talk?" he asks me. I look down, dropping my hand from his chain. Do I really want to tell him my story? Not even Peter knows it.
"S-sure," I say looking back into his eyes.
He nods, "K, let's go back to our table, Love."
I wipe my eyes better and walk with him to our table. We sit down, and he continues eating his lunch while I write in my journal again.
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I wait for Dean at the front steps of the school and jump when a hand goes to the small of my back and gently pushes me along with them down the steps.
"Calm down, Love, people will think that I kidnapped you," Dean whispers in my ear.
I relax against his hold and let him lead me to where he wants me to go. We stop at a motorcycle, and Dean climbs on it. I just stand there watching.
"Just get on," Dean says twisting around in his seat to look at me.
I nod and get on behind him. "What now?" I ask him.
Dean lets out a low laugh, "Hold on."
The engine roars to life and the seat beneath me vibrates. "To what?" I ask him, completely new to this.
"Figure it out," he says, holding back laughter.
Just then, the bike explodes forward as we speed out of the school parking lot. I wrap my arms around Dean's torso and screw my eyes shut while burying my head into his back.
My hair is flying back behind me and Dean makes the bike speed up. "It's more exciting when your eyes are open," I heard Dean say. I instantly shake my head and tighten my grip on him.
I feel relieved when the motorcycle slows down and slowly come to a halt. The engine cuts off and Dean starts to get off as I do the same.
"I've never been so scared in my life," I say looking at Dean who's laughing his head off.
"It's not funny, do you know how many deaths happen by motorcycle accidents? A lot!" I say looking at the bike with disgust.
"Hey, don't look at her that way, she's done nothing to you," Dean says, pointing a finger at me playfully. "Besides, it's not her fault that you don't like her," Dean continues.
"Did you-" I stop as soon as I realize that none of the cars are in the driveway.
"What?" Dean asks, his voice laced with concern.
"Where is everyone?" I ask, more to myself than to Dean.
I rush to the door to find that it's locked, great, and I can't reach the spare. I look on top of the door frame and sigh, "Dean, can you get the spare key down for me, please?" I ask him pointing to the door frame.
He nods and walks over to me, reaching up easily and grabbing the key. "Thanks," I say shoving the key into the keyhole and opening the door.
I make my way around the house, leaving Dean in the kitchen, no one's here but Ralf who's in Peter's room. I walk back to Dean who's got a paper in his hand, "It's a note, but it doesn't make sense."
I sigh, grabbing the paper from him, "It's in Italian, Mike had me learn it, "just in case of emergencies," I say reading the note.
I laugh, "They went to the mall, they're not gonna be back for a while."
He looks at me, "Wow, you actually know how to read that."
"Yeah," I whisper back. I then step closer to Dean and turn to where my back is facing him, looking around the house. "I've never been here alone before," I say, mostly to myself as a sense of fear washes over me.
"Hey, you're not alone, I'm here," Dean says, gently putting his hand on my shoulder.
He's right, there's no need to be scared, even as I think this, I walk over to the front door and lock it.
"Come on, I'm dying to see your room," Dean says playfully. I nod and walk down the hall, past Peter's room, and to mine. When I open the door, I'm met with the same homey feeling that I get every time that I walk in here.
I almost fall whenever Ralf squeezes past me and into my room, and if it wasn't for Dean, I would have.
"Thanks," I whisper after Dean settles me on my feet.
"No problem, Love," he says back.
I walk in and sit on my gray comforter that lays on my bed. Dean still stands, looking around my room. "This isn't how I thought it would look," I hear Dean say.
"What did you think it would look like?" I ask, curiosity taking over me.
"I honestly thought that you would cover your walls with posters or something," he says.
I look at my bare, blue walls, "Nope."
He walks over to me, "Mind if I sit?"
I shake my head and pat the spot beside me. Ralf jumps on my bed too, laying on my lap. "Dog, you're too big for this," I laugh while petting his head.
Dean watches as I bury my head into Ralf's soft fur. "What's his name?" Dean asks.
I face him, "Ralf."
"That's cute," Dean says smiling.
"Can you start?" I ask hugging Ralf closer to me.
He nods, "Sure."
He lays back, hugging my pillow to his face. I watch him just sit there. "Mines not actually that bad, my parents were stoners, when they weren't high off their butts, they were either drunk or beating the heck out of me," Dean says moving the pillow from his face. His eyes look like they're going through the past.
"That was when I was little, happened 'till I was six. After they got reported to CPS, and I was sent to my first foster home. Jake and Dorthy, they weren't bad, but whenever they got mad at each other, they would get mad at me too, they finally just sent me back," he pauses, taking a breath.
"I was there from age seven to ten. After that, came Justin and Helen, they had seven other foster kids that were brats. They were always picking fights with me, I finally had enough. By the time I was thirteen, I had the reputation of "the fighter" and got sent to another foster home. The one before this one," Dean pauses to breathe again.
"Her name was Cathryn, she was older, but man did she know how to keep you in line," Dean smiles, "Whenever you did anything that she didn't like, or talk back to her, she would make you go out to her barn and move an entire stack of hay from one side of the barn to the other. I always thought that she was insane, but I loved her, she was pretty cool," his smile turned sad.
"Was is the keyword, she passed away a few weeks ago. I requested to get out of the UK, and my wish was granted. I was sent here to Lena and Richy, they're pretty cool, too," Dean ends shrugging his shoulders. He sits up and unzips his jacket, taking it off.
"Did they leave scars?" I ask suddenly.
He nods, "Yeah, loads of them both physically and emotionally." I look down at his answer, I'm not alone.
Dean shuffle on the bed and before I know what he's doing, he pulls his shirt off. I cover my eyes, "What are you doing?"
"Relax, Love, it's a bare chest I think you'll live," Dean says chuckling.
I don't move though, that is until Dean's big hands move and pull mine down. My eyes dart down to Ralf, last time that I saw a guy without his shirt on, he almost killed me.
Dean must have seen my fear. "Love, I'm not gonna hurt you," he whispers.
His hand gently cups my chin and pushes it up slowly. When I look up, I see his chest is perfectly fine, no scars, but when he turns around, his back is completely engulfed with scars, some small but most of them big and long. My breath catches in my throat as I reach forward gently and trace one that starts at his left shoulder blade and ends on the right side of his lower back.
He turns around gently, "It's kind of my reminder that I can survive anything now. I used to think of them as a reason to hate myself, but now, I wear them as a badge of honor, I guess." His voice is soft and quiet.
I feel his eyes on me as I study his chest. I have to admit, he looks like a Greek god. Perfectly chiseled into his belly is a perfect six-pack. No wonder all of the girls want him.
"See something you like?" Dean asks with a smirk on his face. I instantly blush and bury my face into Ralf again.
"Awe, Love," Dean says rubbing my back.
I guess it's my turn to tell him my story...
YOU ARE READING
Road Trip With The Bad Boy
Teen Fiction"What are you scared of, Dean?" I ask, looking backwards at the guy sitting in my bed. He shrugs, looking back at me, "I don't know, nothing that I can think of." I sit up and face him, "Come on, everyone's scared of something." I pause before conti...
