Killing For Love

Chapter 10

Megan POV

Lips were against mine. Strong arms held me tight around the waist. I was surrounded in warmth, with a sense of fierce protection around me. I was impenetrable with him. I was immortal with him. I was with him, and that was all that mattered. I wanted to feel that love forever, and never let go.

I finally did though, and once I pulled away from the kiss, I looked up, and saw him. That was the last thing I saw before everything went dark.

My eyes flutter open, and I blink a few times to clear them. I'm vaguely aware of my alarm that's loudly announcing that I should get up now, but I'm too focused on my dream.

That boy....that's....Dean!

Everything from Saturday night comes crashing into my head.

Sneaking out, meeting up with him, watching the stars, the kiss, and....him asking me to be his girlfriend. I remember everything.

I grin to myself, looking back on those memories, and probably looking a bit like a psychopath. I don't care though, all I want is to see Dean again.

I jump out of bed, turn off my alarm, and rush into the bathroom to get ready for the day, it being Monday. All lagging tired thoughts gone, and all slow moving limbs energetic. I need to see Dean again.

In what feels like a matter of minutes, I'm showered, dressed and have eaten breakfast. Once I put my backpack on, I practically skip out the front door. Once I'm outside, however, I am stopped in my tracks by a person standing at the end of my driveway, waiting patiently for me. It's Dean.

"How does he know where I live?" I wonder, but almost immediately remember that he walked me home on Saturday night.

I grin like an idiot as I walk over to my new boyfriend. Dean sees me coming, and grins just as much, if not more.

"Hey, Meg." Dean says sweetly to me. He wraps his arms around my waist, and pulls me closer to him.

"Hey." I say back, wrapping my arms around his neck.

Dean leans his head down, and kisses me. It reminds me of the first kiss we had, but this one is more confident and casual.

A few seconds later, Dean pulls back, takes my hand, and walks to school with me. The entire time having our fingers intertwined.

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"Are you sure you want to meet my friends?" I ask Dean anxiously, glancing at the door that leads to the cafeteria.

A part of me wants to stride in there confidently and introduce my boyfriend to my crazy friend group, but another part of me wants to keep our relationship a secret for a while longer, and if I'm being completely honest, I'm afraid they're going to scare Dean away. Then again, they're going to find out pretty quickly anyway, especially with Danyelle being in the same class as Dean and I. Also, secrecy isn't exactly Dean's style, so I don't think he wants to keep it a secret either. So, apparently we're diving head first into this.

"Yes, I think I will be able to handle them." Dean says, rolling his eyes and smirking down at me.

"It's just that....well, they're a little....weird. Okay, that's a severe understatement. They're kinda terrible when it comes to boys. And well, they're going to make some....jokes." I try to explain awkwardly.

I very clearly remember the times where they would holler very sexual things about my current crush at the time. To say the least, it was extremely horrifying and embarrassing.