Killing For Love

Chapter 5

Megan POV  

      I stare up at Dean, trying to keep the fear off of my face. 

     "Why is he acting like this? Before he was funny and charming, now he's just....scary." I wonder, feeling myself tense up against the wall. 

     Dean is looking at me so intensely, that I feel like he might freeze me just by staring me down with those deep blue eyes. I have no idea what to do, he's got me cornered between two walls and him, with his arms on either side of me, I can't get away. The only way I can think of getting out of this, is to agree to anything he wants me to do. 

     "Good. If he ever bothers you, let me know, and I'll take care of him." Dean says, his face lightening from a frown to neutral. 

     "I'll take care of him." That phrase sends chills down my spine. 

     What exactly is he planning on doing to Branden if he ever tries to talk to me again? Is Dean safe to be around? Most importantly, what the hell did I just get myself into? 

—-

     After I hesitantly agree to Dean's condition (which I only did to get out of that situation), I make my way to the third period of the day, math. Great. 

     This is my least favourite class of the day, mainly because none of my friends are here, and the overall period goes by at the speed of a mountain. Basically, I hate math so much, and I would absolutely love to set it on fire. 

     After what feels like an eternity and a half, math is finally over, and I make my way to my last class of the day, tech design. 

     This class is slightly more fun, since one of my friends is in it. She's not part of the group of four I hang out with at lunch, but she's still a good friend of mine. Also, she's not too into drama or relationships, so I might actually be able to talk to her about Dean without her getting all moony-eyed. 

     "Hey Ash." I say as I approach my friend, who is already sitting down at the computer. 

     Ash, or Ashley, is the type of super smart Know-It-All who's always good at everything, and always gets one of the top grades in all of her classes. Yes, she's smart and kinda nerdy, but is also very energetic and plays a hella lotta sports, and is also extremely tall and physically strong. Honestly, I think the only person that would be able to take her down, would be Dean. 

     My mind flashes back to lunch, where Dean had me cornered, and judging by his size and height, he could have done more things than just talk to me. I mean, I'm glad he didn't, but would he have if he really wanted to? 

     "Hey!" Ash says brightly, as I sit down. 

     The curly blonde haired girl looks at me with her pale blue eyes, smiling. 

     "How was your break?" She asks. 

     "It was good. Besides work, I didn't really do much. You?" I ask, trying to find an opening to mention Dean. I don't really want to dive right into it, because I genuinely want to know how Ash is doing, and not just make everything about Dean, like how everyone else is doing. 

     "Yeah, I haven't done much either. Homework, hockey, working around the farm." She lists off. 

     "Skydiving, bungee jumping, learning a foreign language." I add sarcastically, rolling my eyes and grinning at her. 

     Ash whacks my arm, but she's grinning too. 

     "Actually, I have been trying to learn several different languages." She says. 

     "Of course you have." I say, rolling my eyes again. 

     At this point, I don't think I'm going to be able to find an opening to talk about Dean. Ash doesn't really like boy talk anyway, so I'm going to have to start it. 

     "Hey, so, random question. Do you know a guy named Dean Stevens?" I ask awkwardly, feeling my face, once again, heat up. 

     Ash looks at me blankly. "No." She says slowly. 

     Of course. The one girl in the school who hasn't heard the news about the new student. 

     "Oh, okay. It doesn't really matter anyway, I was just going to ask you for advice." I say quickly, looking away. 

     When I look back at her, Ash looks regretful. 

     "I'm not sure I'd be able to help anyway. Boy advice isn't really my thing." She says apologetically. 

     That's true. Yes, Ash doesn't care about boys or drama, but that also means she doesn't get any. Just like me, Ash has never had a boyfriend. Unlike me, she doesn't want one. 

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     Tech design passes in a blur, and before I know it, the bell for the end of the school day rings, and I leave the classroom. I walk up the stairs to my locker, get my stuff, go back down the stairs to ground level, and walk out of the building. 

     I walk down the street, and onto a sidewalk with a cornfield next to it. 

     As I'm walking, I see movement deeper in the field, and I look closer to see what it is. It's a figure of a person, who seems to be dragging something through the corn. I can't see what it is, but I can see the person. 

     It's Dean. 

     A sudden realization then strikes me. 

     "I haven't seen Dean at all after lunch. Not even in the hallways between classes." 

     At the time, I was more focused on getting from class to class, that the whereabouts of Dean didn't even cross my mind. Now, I'm wondering, where was he? Why is he in a cornfield? And....

     I squint at his figure in the distance, and see dark splotches on his hoodie and face. 

     Is that....blood?