He could feel himself started to sweat again, heat palming itself to his skin. Looking at the clock, he decided he still had time to take the third shower of the day.
Pulling fresh clothes, he jumped into the shower- taking his time to scrub himself off the imaginary dirt and sweat. After almost dumping half of the contents available in Drake's bathroom on his body, he was satisfied. He dried himself, and decided to go with a full sleeve t-shirt this time.
The deodorant bottle was gasping for air when he was done with it.
"Hey, you wan----holy shit. How are you breathing?" Drake demanded when he entered the room, his hands going towards his nose to cover it. The room was smelling so strongly of the spray that it was watering the eyes.
She glanced at him from the corner of her eye and found him still looking at her. Dropping her own gaze to her pasta, she tried not to blush.Going back to arcade had rushed back so memories that for a second, she was overwhelmed by them. Like images rushed past her eyes, she found so many days where she had wasted her father's weekends and money. But she found no sadness in those times. They were a happy time, so was this. As she sat in front of this man, this overly possessive, rude and obnoxious man- she found that just because of his existence in those memories, her right to be sadden was gone. He had always been there, sometimes in background but never for long because he hated not being ignored for too long. His yanks to her hair, tugs to her clothes and pokes on cheeks have left a kind of sweetness in her mind. They were like a scent to those memories. Engulfing her to not forget
"I'm sorry, bab---" the shoe landed hard on his face.He was a little glad it was just a tiny pump and O'Brian didn't wear heals or he can't even begin to imagine what would happen to his face.Before he could say something else or even stop feeling the pain from the shoe on his face, a small pillow smacked his face.Her habit of throwing things in anger will continue to exist so before she could throw something dangerous on his face next, he rushed forward and grabbed her wrists.Her angry eyes stared back at him.He grinned and leaned down to smack a loud kiss on her lips.And then his lips were almost bit apart from his mouth.
They had just gotten out of the car when June came in front of her. She looked angry, no that would be a very polite term to describe how she looked. She had looked furious so Sara could only hug Dean Goodbye who thankfully didn't stop her as she was dragged away by her best-friend."June, stop. I am coming with you willingly." Sara sighed; the grip of June's hand was a bit painful.June suddenly stopped, glared at her and let her hand go as she marched forward towards the football ground. Sara slowly followed, in a way understanding the reason why her friend was pissed and not understanding it at the same time.She understood that if ever June dated someone, she knows to be a wrong person, she would also tell her otherwise. Maybe she would actually been furious as well because she sim
He had planned to wake up early that day to make breakfast for O'Brian except his alarm didn't go off. No, his alarm probably did go off but his cellphone was dead when he woke up at 10 am. He was busy watching videos on how to make birthdays special and didn't realize that his battery was low enough to die somewhere in the middle of the night. When he had switched on his cellphone after charging it, he saw multiple missed calls and text messages from O'Brian which made him curse out loud. He dialed her number but even after many rings she didn't pick up which meant she was in class.Still half asleep he went downstairs to see Drake playing video games in his underwear. He frowned and smacked his head."What?""Why didn't you wake me up?" Dean demanded while dropping himself besi
She slowly opened her eyes and then blinked them a few times. She could smell him, his blue shirt was right in front of her carrying a clean, soupy scent. Her hair was being creased softly and it almost felt like wind. She moved her neck and looked up at him. He was already looking at her. With those dark, narrowed eyes he was staring at her. It seemed like he had been awake for quite a while now."Are you really awake this time?" He slowly smiled and kissed her forehead."Hmmm?" She mumbled, not wanted to talk but simply blinked her eyes at him.His silent laugh vibrated her mind to putty as he said, "You woke up twice before. Stared at me and fell back to sleep."Huh? She didn't really remember anything.
"Mr Woodland would see you now."He raised his head and nodded. Standing up, he followed the young sectary in unhurried and unwilling steps. The file in his hand was clutched tightly and his face wasn't as blank as he wanted it to be, the frost of his inner anger, frustration and fear, all were as clear as day. He almost wished that O'Brian was there with him but the thought left as soon as it came. He didn't want her to see him this week, didn't wanted himself to be so weak but his relation with his father had always been like that. Growing up, he always was simply his son in name. He didn't have any memories of his father ever simply talking to him. It was either him scolding him or just staring down at him like he was a disappointment.At that time, he didn't understand and he still didn't. He wasn't a bad student; he wasn't great bu
There were a sharp pain zapping through her skull which almost made her gasp out loud. She slowly opened her eyes and blinked several times to clear her blurry vision. The pain in her head was slowly fading as well as she got a better view of where she was.She was laying on hard, cold ground. The chill from somewhere was seeping through her clothes and sending a shiver down her spine. Her limbs were tightly bounded, enough for her to doubt the flow of blood in her veins. She shuddered and slowly turned her head around to see her surroundings. It wasn't dark but it wasn't bright either. It was just enough for her to be able to make out the shapes of everything around. She was in a room, probably a bedroom because she could see the build in closet and windows which had been closed. The glass was covered with black paint. She tried to rise her head but her head was too heavy so she stayed
"Are you sure it was her, Dean?"He didn't bother to raise his head and just silently nodded. He heard a smack from beside him which he ignored as he stared into the night in which his Sara was lost somewhere."I don't understand. The thing with her sister happened a long time ago, why now?" Drake asked, keeping his eyes on the road."Because I came back." Dean said and paused, slowly turning to look at Drake as he questioned, "You knew her? That girl?"Drake rolled his eyes and replied, "You are the only oblivious person who didn't. Everyone knew of her. If she was simply in love with you, maybe I can believe that you wouldn't have noticed but Dean, she was creepily obsessed with you. It used to give me creeps but I never knew that y