Chapter 04Chris had already stepped into the bar before I did. My eyes wandered around, taking in my environment as I followed Chris slowly, walking over to the barstools near the counter. A thick smell of alcohol, sweat and cologne encompassed the place. Scattered everywhere were scantily clothed skinny bartenders who paced around the several tables and booths.Chris sat on a barstool and I took a seat on the one beside him, leaning on the counter. A bartender popped her head out of the counter with a bottle of vodka in her hand.She flashed a quick smile, "What can I get you guys?""Just a beer." I answered her.Her eyes drifted to Chris, "What about you, handsome?""Same." He said to her, referring to my order."Okayyy." She dragged on the word as she had her back to us, taking out two bottles of beer from the top cabinet in the shelves. She handed a bottle to me and one to Chris, after taking the cap off with a bottle opener. I gave her a curt nod as a form of gratitude and dran
Chapter 05When we got back to our apartment, I was too mad at Chris to say anything to him so I just walked into my room and sank into my bed. I stared at the ceiling as memories of the evening replayed in my head. Chris had really outdone himself. What the hell was he thinking, picking that fight? I know the man was an asshole but he obviously provoked him first. Never in my life had I felt so useless.I felt so pathetic; so weak. I felt like a helpless little girl when the bastard pushed me to the floor and I simply couldn't do anything. And to top it all off, that was when Dean intervened and hit him like he was some sort of savior to me, like I couldn't defend myself, like I was some helpless little piece of dog shit and he was my superman there to sweep me off my fucking feet.Oh please.I could have handled that motherfucker all on my own.That was when my conscience hit me. Dean wasn't trying to make me feel helpless or anything, he was just trying to help and I shoved it up
Chapter 06The rest of the week rolled by fast and it was Friday. The week was okay, same as every other one. I tried my best to attend all my classes, ignore everyone around me, get out and go home.Dean called a few times. We'd talk a lot actually. For someone who wasn't Chris, I had spoken so much to him, which was so little this week, than I've ever spoken to anyone. For some reason, when he was talking to me, I didn't feel like giving him the middle finger, or tell him to leave me the fuck alone, or just ignore him. And somehow his voice didn't sound like fingernails on a chalkboard to me.I actually liked talking to him.I think I can call him my friend.Wow, congratulations Dean Ryan.I was walking out of my last class for the day when I heard someone speak behind me."Hey, wait up!" Said the voice.It obv
Chapter 07"Bye Grace!" Chris shouted as he went his own way."Bye boo!" I said, hurrying crazily to my class.Chris and I had stayed up late last night and we overslept and lost track of time this morning. I was still feeling really sleepy, I hadn't eaten breakfast, I barely took a shower, my head hurt and I probably looked like a homeless person.I was outside the auditorium walking to the back door. The class had already begun and our professor was standing in the front of the class, speaking. I threw my hood over my head and stepped into the class. I searched for a vacant seat and spotted one at the edge of the back seats. I walked over to the seat and sat, sinking lazily into it. I took out my laptop from my bag and placed it on the little desk after adjusting it up."Why'd you come in so late? That's unlike you." I heard an all so annoying voice speak beside me.
Chapter 08"Ayeeee!" We exclaimed in unison with our hands up earning glares from people around us.Chris, Dean and I were in a diner and believe it or not, we were tossing strawberries into each other's mouths. We had become quite the trio actually. If we were to star some badass movie, Chris would be the man-with-the-plan, Dean would be the super hot brains and I'll just be, you know, very awesome at fighting bad guys. Well, the point is that, three of us were really close friends now who hang out a lot.It was Friday and we didn't have any other class for the rest of the day.Except Chris.I rubbed my palms together, "Okay, my turn. Shoot me."Chris picked up a strawberry and threw it carefully into my open mouth. I felt in land on my tongue."Ayeeeee!" We exclaimed with our hands up, again. Earning dirty looks from other people, agai
Chapter 09"What about the pink dress she wore the other night?" Chris looked over at me."No freaking way." I panted."But it was cute!" Chris exclaimed."To you." I mumbled, trying to catch my breath."Do you think she'd want a dog?" Chris asked me."I don't really know Chris, get her whatever. The. Hell. You. Want. To." I panted as I stopped, resting my palm on my knee.Chris stopped jogging and hovered over me, "Come on, Grace. We haven't even run 10 blocks."Chris woke me up early this morning to go for a run. I was still sleeping when he barged into my room with the wonderful idea. Apparently, he wants us to keep in shape. So, I threw on my tank top, track pants and running shoes but my boobs hurt like hell.I stood up straight, "I'm fucking tired, Chris.""Too bad, we're not done. Let's g
Chapter 10Immediately I stepped down from Dean's car, the chilly October air hit my skin and I wrapped my arms around my body, rubbing up and down my bare skin."Cold?" Dean asked beside me."Yeah." I shuddered.Dean shrugged off his thick jean jacket and brought it behind my back. I willingly fixed my two hands into the sleeves and tugged on the edges of the jacket. It was huge on me; my fingers were barely visible through the sleeves.It felt a lot warm."Thank you." I said in gratitude."It's no problem," He smiled at me. "And it really goes great with your outfit."I smirked, "It does, doesn't it?""Come on, let's head inside." He cupped the small of my back and we walked toward the house.Immediately we stepped into the house, the loud trap music which was faintly audible when we were ou
Chapter 11{ D E A N }I knew it was wrong the moment I finished speaking. I shouldn't have been so harsh on her but she just drove me fucking insane. But, what I said to her wasn't right, especially after she opened up to me today."Got it." She said sternly.At that moment I was scared because I couldn't particularly tell what she was thinking. Her eyes held no emotion at all; they seemed distant and cold, like she was building her walls back up.Not like she ever really let them down for me but I saw a glimpse of what was on the other side. But it felt like she was locking me out again.Completely.Immediately the words came out of her mouth, she walked away and I hadn't realized it. I was thinking too much, about her, again.God, this woman."Grace!" I ca