Killing For Love

Chapter 17

Dean POV

I'm currently waiting for the bell to ring so I can get the hell out of this stupid class. I'm planning on taking Megan out for lunch, but to a different place this time. It's farther away than the coffee shop, and in a different direction, and we might be late getting back, but it's worth it. I was contemplating driving Scott's van, but it not only looks super ugly and sketchy, but it also smells of all the different drugs in the world. So, no, not a good vehicle to be in when going on a date.

I pull out my phone to check notifications absentmindedly, and find that I have a new text from Marcus. This one is strange though....

Marcus: I'm coming for you. Be ready, because you're going to regret cutting me off.

I roll my eyes at this message. He's just talking bullshit. I'm sure he sends out all these hollow threats to everyone he makes deals with. There's no way that he actually knows where I am, there's no way he'll ever be able to hurt me, there's no way that I'll regret what I did. There's, no, way.

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I walk hand in hand with Megan, nearing the school parking lot. We're passing by a small garden, which is right beside the mechanics shed, but that's blocked off by a chain link fence.

"So, where are we going?" Megan asks, looking up at me with bright eyes.

"You'll see." I say, grinning at her.

"We'll be back for third period, right?" She asks, a worried expression briefly crossing her face.

"Probably, if we walk fast enough. Although, I can run back while carrying you." I offer, smirking at her reddening face.

"Awww, that's so sweet. Dean carrying his little girlfriend around. I've always known that you're a straight up simp." A new voice says from the right of us.

I look over to see who just spoke, and see a black sports car parked at the curb, near where we are. The windows are down, so the people inside can hear our conversation, and we can hear them too.

The driver's seat door opens, and stepping out is someone I haven't seen in person for months. He has short blonde hair, a nose piercing, and a slit eyebrow. He's also wearing all black with a lot of rings and necklaces. Despite his tough appearance, I still loom over him, with him being 5'10 or so. That doesn't mean he's not dangerous though, and the fact that he actually shows up here, isn't a good sign.

"Hey Marcus, what the fuck are you doing here?" I ask in a pleasant tone, trying to control my anger, keep my secret, and protect Megan all at once.

"I told you I was coming. Why do you look so surprised?" Marcus asks, his cold dark eyes staring straight into my soul.

"I thought you were bullshitting me, I didn't think you were serious. Why are you here? What do you want?" I ask, although I have a pretty good idea as to why he's here.

"I came to get what I want. You still need to pay up." Marcus says calmly, starting to pace slowly towards me.

"Dean, what's going on? Who is he? What is he talking about?" Megan whispers to me, sounding scared.

"Don't worry, I won't let them hurt you." I say quietly. I move forward, standing protectively in front of Megan.

"I don't owe you anything. I told you before that I couldn't find Scott." I say, starting to get nervous, and hoping desperately that it's not showing through in my voice.

Marcus barks a laugh. "You're a fucking liar Dean, Scott is dead, and you have his van."

"How do you know that?" I can't help a hint of surprise seeping into my voice.