The new guy

The walk home

The rest of the day went by fast and I was getting nervous for my walk home with Dean, will he even walk with me? Or will I be left looking like an i***t when he’s walking with another girl and Maisie has gone with Jack already. I sighed. Maybe I should leave late and see if he’s waiting there for me... Suddenly the bell went and everyone was getting up and leaving the classroom to go home. I quickly packed up my work and headed for the hallway. Maisie hand signalled me to text her.

I headed for the school gates at a normal pace, not wanting to come across as desperate. I noticed that everyone was crowded by the gates, more than usual in fact. It was mostly girls, which made me frown, they were probably there to talk to him as well, who wouldn’t want to? Just look at him! Luckily Dean was easy to spot as he was probably the tallest out of all of the people stood there and hey, the only one with a body like that! I smiled with relief as he caught my eye and an enormous smile spread across his face. Perfection. I couldn’t help my little happy bounce as I walked past what felt like all the girls in the school, and of course they were all drooling. As I reached him I could hear girls behind me whispering but all I could think about was his perfect green eyes.

“Hey.” He smiled and led the way out of the crowd with ease.

Feeling the stares of what felt like all the girls in the school I put my head down as we got through the crowd and down the road where it was a bit more quiet. I sighed with relief.

“What’s wrong?” Dean asked as we crossed the road.

“Why are they all staring at me?” My voice sounded harsh.

“Sorry my fault.” His smile turned into half a frown and he shrugged.

“How is it your fault?” Surely he’s lying? Or maybe something had happened today at school.

“Most of them asked me out but I said no.” His smile growing into a huge smug smirk.

“Why did you say no? Some of them are really pretty !” Maybe he didn’t want a girlfriend? Or maybe he already had one, I can’t see a guy this perfect being single.

“Because I’ve got my eye on someone else.” He winked with a crooked smile.

Ouch. Why did that hurt Me? “Who?” I regretted the question as soon as it came out.

“That’s a secret!” He said in a husky voice.

“Does she know?” I know I shouldn’t keep asking questions about this girl who is probably perfect in every way as well but I couldn’t help it.

“She should, but I don’t think she does. And I’ll answer your next question, I don’t know if she likes me but I’m definitely her type.” He said smugly.

He got his phone out of his shorts pocket, I hadn’t noticed how muscular his legs were before, wow. Seriously, he can’t be real. Why is he walking home with me of all people? Ah well I’m going to enjoy this while he doesn’t know what he’s missing with all the attention the girls are giving him, I light as well.

“What’s your number?” His smile cheeky

“If you had said -can I have your number please? - I may have considered giving you

It but you just demanded instead.” I burst out laughing at his offended face and took his phone to add my number still chucking away.

His smile returned as he took my took bag and got my phone out, putting his name and number in my phone smiling like a kid. He put my backpack on his toned shoulder and carried on walking away from school with me tagging along trying to catch up with his fast footsteps.

“Hey, what are you doing ? I can carry my own school bag!” I started to rant but he interrupted me.

“I know.” He laughed and carried on speed walking or so it felt.

The rest of the way was silent, although we gave each other back our phones, he kept my bag. I couldn’t help but think about who the girl he likes could be. I mean obviously she has to be perfect, glamorous, thin, tall...a model. I decided. Not someone I know, that made me feel a little better. Plus it looks like I’ll be seeing more of him as he gave me his number, yes. I like that idea. I couldn’t help but smile and look up at him, admiring how symmetrical his jawbone is.

We got back to my road, our road, and I noticed 3 men stood a couple of doors down from my house. Not your typical men either, very tall and muscular.

The three men stood there looking towards us as we got closer, two of them were much older than me, but the one in the middle was taller; probably the same height as Dean and I would guess the same age as me. Wait how old is Dean? I hadn’t asked him that yet, I’ll have to do that next time I see him. I looked back over to them and all their faces were fierce and serious. I pointed out which house was mine and as we got to my drive 3 men were still stood there, staring.

“One minute.” Dean handed me my bag back and headed over to the three men, they all looked tense.

I wonder who they are. Maybe his family, they are all built the same. He hasn’t said anything about family that would be another question for another time.

He walked back over after talking to them briefly.

“Can I come in?” He asked, the men still staring.

“Yes” I said unlocking the door just wanting to get away from their stares.

“Mum?” I shouted quickly remembering how embarrassing she would be if I brought a guy home, no answer. I felt myself relax knowing it was just me and him, dad wouldn’t be home from work until later. I feel safe and comfortable with Dean, even in my own home, letting him in, letting him know where I live, he could be a complete psycho for all I know as he so kindly pointed out earlier today.

I walked straight into the kitchen to do the dishes as I knew how annoyed mum gets when the houses isn’t clean and I invite people in. I laughed to myself at the thought of her going mad about 3 dishes, a glass and some cutlery being left on the side.

Dean put our bags in the living room and comes back in smiling like an i***t.

“What?”

“Your baby pictures on the mantel piece.”

“Shhh!!” I hissed and went back to doing the dishes.

I was expecting Dean to sit at the table until I was done but I was wrong again, he started going through cupboards looking for something, he pulled out a tea towel and started drying the dishes i and washed, seriously how perfect can one person be !

I finished doing the dishes, took a a sip of water, sitting on the counter admiring how different Dean made my house look just by sitting at the table smiling, I could defiantly get used to this!