Unbearable (Unexpected Sequel)|✔️

40- The 'Stang

A Mustang pulled in front of me. I didn't pay mind to it. I was too busy numbly staring at the ground.

How could I be so stupid? How did I let this happen?

A sudden warmth enveloped me. I hadn't even realized I was cold until I wasn't anymore.

Green eyes entered my vision, filled to the brim with concern. "Arabella? Are you okay?"

I shook my head. I was not okay. I was shaking like a dog, still reeling over what happened minutes ago.

Ben could've hurt me. He wasn't in the right state of mind and given his occupational history, he could've done some serious damage.

Thank God I left before he had the chance.

Dean's face softened and he pulled me in for a hug. I stayed limp in his arms but appreciated his body heat regardless. He smelled so nice and familiar, it almost hurt.

I didn't know why I called him out of everyone. In fact, he was probably the last person I should've called. All of my friends were enjoying the dance and I didn't want to bother them... but maybe I could've called Reece?

No, he'd just be mad at me for going to Ben's house in the first place.

"Let's get out of here," he whispered, loosening his grip. I nodded and let him help me up.

I wasn't sure why I called Dean out of all people, but it just felt right. Bleh, I know, but maybe it was because I was so exhausted or sad or whatever. Either way, being with him felt like the most comforting thing right now.

He opened the passenger side door of the Mustang and a small smile appeared on my lips. I waited for him to cross over and sit down before speaking. "This is the same car you took me to the dance in last year."

He copied my smile and nodded. "I'm surprised you remembered."

"Of course I did," I laughed. "It was the first time I realized you had a heart."

"Yeah, you were always slow in that department, weren't you?"

I sent him a playful glare before looking out of my window. I gave the mansion one last look before Dean pulled away. It was the last time I'd see the beauty. It was a shame considering I barely explored it.

Well if that meant that Ben was out of my life for good, then good riddance.

Dean kept glancing over at me as we drove. I could tell he was gauging how fragile I was. "I'm not going to bite your head off," I said with a laugh, hoping it wasn't a lie. As pissed as I was at Dean, he wasn't the source of my anger right now. Besides, I called him so it was only polite to treat him decently.

"You won, you know?" he softly told me.

My brows quirked in surprise as I pulled out my phone. Holy cow, I was homecoming queen! Sure enough, I had a million messages from my friends. The earlier ones were calling me to the stage but the later ones were seriously concerned. I sent Dylan a quick text to let him know I was alive, but not coming.

A small smile came to my lips. I won! Holy shit, I won with minimal effort. People actually liked me!

And better yet, I beat Taylor! Hahaha! This is awesome!

"Who won king?" I nonchalantly asked, pretending that I wasn't bouncing out of my seat right now.

He gave me a sheepish smile before refocusing on the road. "I don't know."

My brows furrowed in confusion until I trailed over what he was wearing. He wasn't dressed in a suit. He wasn't dressed at all. He was wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt, his home clothes. And the jacket around me was his usual leather jacket, which I bet he brought just for me. "You didn't go?"