Unbearable (Unexpected Sequel)|✔️

32- Party At the Wilks Residence!

This week's party was at my place. It was about time. The amount of strangers begging to do this was absolutely ridiculous. I finally caved into peer pressure and decided to throw one after the game.

Speaking of the game, I left after halftime. I needed to get home and set everything up. Party or not, it was too painful to stay. Seeing Andrew on the bench for the entire game, looking miserable, was terrible. Even if we weren't talking, I still cared for him. It hurt to see a friend so sad.

As soon as I was dressed, the doorbell rang. I frowned, knowing damn well it was too early for any of the guests to arrive. The game was still going on and no one liked coming to a party early.

Huffing, I clambered down the marble stairs and yanked the door open.

My jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

Dean was standing there with a lazy grin. He took two steps forward before stumbling into me. I quickly grabbed his shoulders to steady him.

Not again.

He was clearly drunk. The party hadn't even started yet and he was intoxicated to the point of blacking out.

Without thinking, I pulled him inside and slammed the door shut. "What're you doing here?" I harshly hissed.

He stood up straight and took another step forward. I kept my eyes locked on to his as he stalked toward me.

I knew this game too well. He wanted to walk me backward until I was pressed against a wall, cornered by him, but I did no such thing. I wasn't giving in tonight. My feet stayed planted on the floor.

"Arabella," he lowly said, sending a shiver through my spine. How? How could the tone of his voice get me so excited? His hand shot out and he gingerly stroked my cheek. "You look pretty."

"And you look drunk."

"Yeah, it's called pregaming," he replied in an obvious tone. "You should know that."

I took a step back, causing him to draw his hand back in. "I thought we agreed you wouldn't show up drunk anymore."

The party was already set up so I didn't have to worry about that. Dylan, being the amazing friend he was, took care of everything. Without him, these parties wouldn't have been so amazing.

With that in mind, I kept the door unlocked and pulled Dean up to my room. He couldn't be here right now. I wasn't sure if Ben was coming considering I didn't personally invite him, but he seemed to end up at parties anyways.

I locked my bedroom door behind me as Dean sauntered in, bellyflopping on the bed. "I miss your bed. It's comfier than mine," he contentedly sighed. When he noticed I wasn't responding, he sat up and stared at me. "What?"

"Why'd you come here?"

Anger flashed in his features. "Jesus Arabella, is it a crime to miss you?"

And just for a second, my heart wrenched. My defenses were slowly crumbling down.

But I remembered what he'd done. How he'd hurt me. All the pain came rushing back.

"It is when you're the one who ended it." I crossed my arms, hoping he wouldn't see past my brave mask. His words hit a nerve but I was stronger than that. I wouldn't let him know how upset I was over all of this.

In quick strides, he stood in front of me. "That doesn't mean I can't miss you."

"You're an ass," I scoffed, walking around him. I quickly pulled out my phone. From behind me, I heard him plop back on the bed.