That Asshole that's Always in my English Class

Chapter 6: Yes, We're Friends

I woke up with two thick strong arms wrapped around my waist, holding me very tight. I had absolutely no intention of getting up or removing them from their grasp. So I lay there, in Dean’s arms. I didn’t want to get up, laying in his arms was something so foreign to me. I’ve never slept in the same bed with anyone before, let alone a boy. Let alone Dean.

OH FUCK. I’m in bed with Dean. I start to panic a little on the inside, but in no way do I plan on moving. I look at the clock and it’s 9am, but he’s too comfortable. I slowly fall back asleep, in his arms, and I’m pretty positive I was smiling bigger than I have in a very long time.

“Roooooooose. Roooooooooooooooose.” I really a soft voice says from next to me. I blink a few times and look behind me to see Dean’s face, a slight crooked smile on his face, exposing his perfectly straight white teeth. He’s got a slight blush to his face and I’m trying as hard as I can not to blush myself. I suddenly feel the arm around my waist fidget a little and I realize he’s spooning me.

“Oh, uh, hi.” I feel my cheeks blush a little, which doesn’t happen often. I look ahead of me again and don’t move a muscle. Scared I’d lose the warmth of his arms around me. I feel his breath on my ear, and his stubble against the back of my neck.

“I don’t want to move.” he whispers so seductively I almost lose it.

“Then don’t.” I say before thinking, and I can’t say I regret it, because at that moment he wrapped his arm completely around me and held me even tighter to him. This feeling so strange to me. For some reason, I felt the happiest I had in a long time. Then there was a knock on the door. I thought he would jump off and kick me out, but instead he starts growling and rubs my stomach lightly before kissing my temple and getting up. He pulls the blanket over my head and walks over to the door.

“What do you want?” He says as he opens it roughly.

“Breakfast dipshit.” I hear a familiar voice, but why was it familiar?

“Alright Joe I’ll be down in a minute.” Dean says softly. I hear the door close and as Dean pulls the blanket off of me I’m already deep in thought, trying to figure out who is the owner of the weirdly familiar voice. In the midst of my thinking I stumble upon a particular memory that seems to be relevant, and before I know it I’m asking him a question.

“Is your mom a nurse?” My face still crinkled from my thinking.

He looks confused, “Uh, yeah. Why?”

My face relaxes, and I remember. “Oh shit that kid was your brother!” I say a little too loudly.

Dean laughs a little, “Shhhh, what are you talking about?”

“This really isn’t a laughing matter. I saved your brothers ass from getting beaten up at the end of school. The same day I met you in the parking lot.”

His face fell a little. “Yeah, he won’t let me help him. They beat him cause of the stupidest fucking reason.” The look in his eyes is pure rage.

“What happened?” I ask sincerely.

He looks me in the eyes and his look softens. He smiles a little, “Now’s not the time.” He grabs my hand and doesn’t look away from my eyes. “Now lets get you out of here.” I smile back at him, finding it hard not to.

Now it’s 9am on Saturday morning and I decide I’m going to write. I start to write a story set in Medieval times. Where a beautiful princess starts to fall for the towns biggest thief. She was originally sent out to find him and bring him back to her father. After she finds him she straps him to her horse and starts to ride back to the town. Amidst the journey she learns more about him and his life and eventually, she falls in love. Once I figured out the theme I stopped writing. I need to get him out of my mind. Instead I decide to call my dad. I haven’t spoken to him in a while, and I miss him.