“Get out of my car.” I insist as we sit in my car parked in my driveway.
“No.”
“Dean. Get out of my car.”
“No.”
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t angel.”
“Fuck you! Get out! I’m not in the mood!” I yell.
“Well don’t be such a bitch about it.” I send him a death stare, he smirks.
“Get out.”
“Where’s your sister?” He asks looking around.
“Not here, why?” I say suspiciously.
“Good then no one’s home. Let’s go.” He opens the passenger door and starts to walk to the front door.
“Whoa whoa whoa! Do you think you can just walk in whenever you want?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
He looks at me. “Fine. Then text me.”
“I don’t have your number.”
“Yes you do. I put it in while you were driving.” He winks and walks away towards his house. I walk into my house before I see him walk into his. When I walk through my front door and into my room I decide to look at my phone to see what his contact is name.
‘The Sexiest Guy I Know’
*New Message*
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. -_- -Rose”
Waiting. Beep.
“I knew you’d like it ;)” I smirk. Beep.
“Look out of your window.”
I do as the text says and I see a shirtless Dean smiling at me through his window. A second later he pulls up a notebook with large letters written in black marker.
‘Fuck this I’m bored.’
I grab a notebook from my bag and a black sharpie.
‘Deal with it’ I lift it up and he pouts.
‘Let me come over.’
I shake my head at him with a smirks. He starts writing.
‘LOVE ME!’
I smirk again and shrug. He pouts for a second and then closes his window. Less than two minutes later I hear the door open.
“You should really lock this door!” I hear him scream from the hallway downstairs.
“What the-?” I say as I jump off of my bed and down the stairs. While doing so my clumsiness got the best of me and before I know it I’m on the floor, and I’m no the only one. Suddenly I register the pair of strong arms wrapped about my waist, the large hands gripping my sides, the warm minty breath on my neck, the deep chuckle, the raspy voice.
“You’re such a klutz.” His voice makes my stomach do backflips and that pisses me off. I attempt to get up but he pulled me tighter and I flipped over and landed on his hard chest. My face just an inch from his. His hands on the small of my back. He chuckled. “When I said love me I didn’t mean literally.” He smirked. After I stared at him for a little I let out a hardy laugh.
“Oh don’t get so full of yourself.” I smirk. “You wish.” I wink. I can’t believe I just winked. What is wrong with me? I jump off of him and help him up. “So,” I start. “What do you wanna do Taylor Swift?” Dean cocks his head a little with an eye squinting amused smile, seeming surprised by my reference.
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That Asshole that's Always in my English Class
Teen FictionRosemary and Dean have been in the same class since they were kids. Once they hit middle school they were always in the same english class and it's still the same during their senior year. He's the sensitive bad boy, she's the fiercely independent p...
