Unbearable (Unexpected Sequel)|✔️

50- Surprise, Surprise!

"Oh, okay," were the first words I said when Ben fell in step with me Monday morning. I hadn't expected him to hang out with me, especially after I brushed him off so quickly.

He turned to me and smiled. "I meant it, Wilks. We're friends now."

"But what about–"

He shook his head. "Don't even worry about that. I don't expect you to return the feelings. I just needed to get it off my chest."

"Alright–" The bell cut me off. I sheepishly turned to him. "I need to get to class. I'll see you later?"

He grabbed my arm to stop me. I looked down at our skin contact, making him quickly remove his hand. "Uh, we should hang out soon."

"Talk during Gov?" I really needed to head to class. He nodded and I gave him one last smile before walking into English.

Okay, so Ben and I were good. He wasn't going all bipolar on me... yet. Who knows about later? But as of right now, we were good.

Until I told him this was all premeditated.

Dylan sent me concerned glances throughout class. I distractedly chewed on the end of my pen, unable to concentrate on anything but Ben and Dean. I had no idea what to do with either of them.

The concerned glances followed me up to lunch, whether it was Emma or some other friend. Much to my surprise, Dean didn't join me at lunch. I thought it was because he was sitting with Skylar, like usual, but he soon invited me to head to his brother's classroom to eat. He said it was okay to bring everyone, so I did.

"Ah, the Brady Bunch is here," Mr. Cullen teased as we all piled in.

"Mr. Cullen, is that a gray hair I see?" I gasped, pretending to look concerned. Right away, he stood up and went to check it out. Laughing, I took a seat next to Dean.

Jasmine's suggestive looks reminded me that I just willingly came to Dean when he called and chose to sit next to him. God, my willpower was weak.

"You're evil," Dean smirked as he looked over at me.

I nodded in agreement. "So, you called?"

"Actually, I need to talk to Jasmine."

My brows furrowed as I eyed him skeptically. Was he serious? Yes, he had to be. He looked a little amused, but serious nonetheless. "O-kay." With that, I got up and sat down next to Dylan. "I think I just got replaced."

Both of us looked over our shoulders to see Dean and Jaz now talking in hushed whispers. Jasmine's eyes lit up as she animatedly moved her hands in wild gestures. Dean looked laid back, as usual, but nodded every once in a while. Doubt flickered in his eyes, making me wonder what the hell they were talking about.

Dylan and I turned back around. It was obvious we couldn't figure out what they were talking about without words.

"So, why was everyone over at your house on Saturday?" Dylan asked. "Was it because of gang stuff?"

My eyes widened and I shushed him. "Shut up! Do you want the whole world to hear?" Dylan was the only one out of my friends who knew the extent of the gang stuff. That too, only after he forced me to tell him. He figured something was up after I got shot. Jasmine knew Dean was a "criminal" but not really the extent of it. She never asked.

"Drama queen," Dylan sighed. "Anyways, is that what it was about?"

I debated telling him. He never really approved of the whole situation and it took months for me to convince him that Dean's gang days were over, therefore I wouldn't be involved. Man, was I wrong. But if I told him now, he'd get all protective on my ass. If I lied, he wouldn't believe me.