How We End

Chapter 6

Chapter 06

The 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 f**k 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 obviously wasn't me so I kept on walking but I felt a hand on my shoulder. Feeling annoyed by the sudden touch, I turned back abruptly to see a guy.

He was tall, blonde, blue eyes, well built and for some reason, was smiling at me.

"What do you want?" I asked, making it obvious that he was bothering me.

"Whoa," he chuckled. "It's just that I've been watching you in class."

I raised an eyebrow, "Why the f**k would you be watching me in class? Are you some kind of creep?"

"No! No, no." He laughed nervously. "It's just that, uh, I've noticed that you like keeping to yourself."

"Yeah, so happy you noticed that. And that should tell you that I don't like talking to people. Now if you'd excuse me..." I walked away from him.

But then I heard his voice again, "You're very pretty, you know."

"Yeah, thanks." I turned to my left and descended down the stairs. I thought I'd finally lost the creep but turns out we was walking behind me.

"I'm Kyle by the way." He spoke again.

"Sure, okay." I answered in a bored tone.

"Aren't you gonna tell me your name?" He smiled at me.

I looked at him. I was about to tell him to suck a d**k but Chris' nagging voice played at the back of my head.

If anyone tries to talk to you, make an effort.

Ugh!

I put on the fakest smile I could muster as I said, "I'm Grace."

He laughed.

"What's funny?" I scowled at him.

"It's ironic, you know? Your name is Grace but you are nothing close to graceful. If anything, you are feisty and stern. Like a kitty." He said.

"Yeah, whatever."

"So, uh, I think you're really cool and pretty and I was wondering if you'd be free to go out with me sometime, so that we could get to know each other." He smiled boldly.

Okay, that does it!

"Suck a dick." I spat at him as I walked out of the building.

"Come on, Grace, please. Just one, just one date. Please." He whined.

What the f**k is wrong with this guy?

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Pleaseee?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"No."

"Pretty pretty please?"

"No."

"Pretty pretty pretty pleaseeeee?"

"NO! Ugh, leave me alone!" I shouted in aggravation.

His face fell, but he wore a smile back quickly, "See you in class tomorrow, kitty." With that, he walked away from me.

"Aarghh! Such a creep." I said frustratedly, running my hand through my hair.

I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder, "Hey Chip."

I gasped in shock as I turned around, placing my hand on my chest.

"Dean, what the hell?! You scared the s**t out of me!" I frowned at him

He laughed, "Sorry Chip."

"Stop calling me Chip! I have a name, it's Grace, if you can't call me that then just shut the f**k up." I said sternly.

When he called me sometime this week, he kept calling me Chip. He called me Grace a few times but he was constantly calling Chip. Chip! Chip!! Chip!!!

I hated it.

But, he did kind of sound good when he said it.

"What's got you in a bad mood?" He smirked.

I wanted to slap that stupid smirk off his face.

"I'm not in a bad mood," I sighed. "Why are you here anyway?"

"I wanted to grace you with my presence." He winked, feeling very proud about his grace pun.

I bit my lip, the edge of my lip moving up a bit.

"And this is for you," he smiled as he brought his hands from his back, revealing an ice cream bag. It was from Stick N Scoop. I loved the ice cream there.

I forced back a grin as I took the bag from his hands, "Thanks Dean."

"Sure, no problem." He shrugged. "Do you have any other class today?"

"No, that was my last. Chris is still in class though, but since we came together, I'd just wait around for him to be done." I told him.

"You know what? Text him to go home without you." He said.

"Why?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Because I want to drive you home." He smiled.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Ugh, thank you so much."

"It's no problem, come on." He took my hand in his, leading us to wherever his car was parked.

Feeling our hands together was foreign so I slipped my hand away from his faster than you can say 'Ice cream'. If it affected him in anyway, he didn't show any signs of it as he continued walking. He stopped in front of a red Ferrari and unlocked the car.

"Sweet ride." I said.

"Why, thank you." He said with a British accent.

He was about to open the passenger door for me but I beat him to it and opened it myself and took my seat, placing the ice-cream bag carefully on my lap. He walked over to the other side and sat in the driver's seat and set the car in motion.

Immediately we were on the road, I took my phone out of my bag and shot a text to Chris.

Me: I'm going home. Don't bother looking for me.

Chris Best Friend: How?

Me: Dean offered to drive me home.

Chris Best Friend: Dean, huh? **wink wink**

Me: You're stupid.

Chris Best Friend: Get some, G. Get some.

Me: You have a problem.

Chris Best Friend: Make sure to invite him in so you guys can have rough sex.... But only in your room, no f*****g on the couch or the kitchen counter or my room. YOUR ROOM ONLY!

Me: Stfu and listen to your professor.

Chris Best Friend: You know you want him ;)

I rolled my eyes and placed my phone back into my bag. I took the ice cream cup out of the bag and opened the lid.

Strawberry chocolate chip.

I took a big spoon and put it in my mouth.

Dean shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"What? You don't want me to get ice cream all over your precious baby?" I teased, referring to his car.

"Just be careful, okay?"

"Okay." I dug the little spoon into the ice cream, taking out a scoop bigger than the spoon and putting it in my mouth.

"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Dean glanced at me.

"Relax, I'm not gonna let it stain your car." I said, biting my lip. "You want some?"

"Nah, I'm good." He said, his eyes on the road.

"Come on, just a spoon." I raised a spoon of ice cream close to his mouth.

"No, Ch--" I cut him off by pushing the spoon into his mouth. "Mmm, it's so good!"

"So much better than plain ol' chocolate. You want another one?" I asked him.

"Sure." He said and opened his mouth as I fed him another spoon.

"Ayeee!" We both exclaimed in unison.

"f**k, brain freeze!" Dean shouted and I chuckled.

He smiled at me before looking back at the road.

"Why are you smiling?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Because you're feeding me your favorite ice cream, which means I'm very special to you." He smiled.

I loved his smile, there were crinkles on his eyes when he did and his ocean blue eyes seemed to glow.

I rolled my eyes at him, a small smile playing on my lips.

"So, who was that guy you were with today?" He asked me.

"What guy?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"The blonde you were with outside of your department." He said.

"Oh, he was just some creep in my class." I shrugged, taking another spoon of ice cream.

"Creep?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah. He came up to me today, telling me about how he's been watching me in class and all that shit."

"That's not weird." Dean said sarcastically.

"Right? Then he asked me out, that guy must either be blind or crazy out of his mind to want to go out with me."

He looked at me, his eyebrows knitted together, "Why would you say that?"

"I mean, come on." I shrugged.

"You don't think you're good enough?" He asked me.

He was really serious about it.

"What's it to you?" I raised an eyebrow.

"What's it to you?" He shot back.

"Okay, first of all, I'd make a very terrible girlfriend, if we ever get that far. I barely have time for a relationship. I'm not exactly nice, I'm not funny and I don't possess all those qualities that boys love so much in a girl. He barely knows me, I don't think he'd last one day with all my crap. And let's face it, I'm not exactly the prettiest girl." I finished.

"You're beautiful, Grace." Dean said softly.

I tried not to let his words affect me.

No one had ever called me beautiful before.

Well, except for my mother, but she doesn't count.

"Thank you."

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"Thanks for the ride, Dean." I said and got down from the car.

"Aren't you gonna invite me in?" He smiled.

"Okay, whatever." I shrugged and started walking to the front door.

I heard him come down from his car and jog towards me. I took my keys out from my bag and unlock the front door. I pushed the door open and walked in. When Dean walked in, I closed and locked the door.

"Welcome." I said dryly.

"You and Chris have a nice place." He said looking around.

"Thank you." I walked into the kitchen. "So am I supposed to offer you something to eat?"

"Yeah, you are." He said as he sat on a bar stool, leaning on the kitchen island.

I opened the refrigerator and my eyes danced around all the possible options.

"Mac and cheese sound good?" I said over my shoulder.

"Yeah, it does."

I took the bowl of leftover Mac and cheese out of the refrigerator and closed it. I walked over to the microwave, opened it and placed the bowl inside. I set the timer and shut it.

I walked back to the refrigerator, taking two bottles of water out. I sat on the bar stool close to Dean and gave him a bottle.

"Thanks." He smiled.

He was always smiling.

"So, how did you and Chris become best friends?" Dean asked.

"It just kind of happened. He was getting picked on in school because he was gay and I told them to f**k off. We just somehow became best friends from then because he's a really good and caring person who always looks out for me." I told him.

"That's pretty sweet."

"Do you have a best friend?" I asked him, drinking from the water bottle.

I noticed that his brows creased slightly, like he was thinking. Then he said, "Nah."

The timer for the microwave went off and I walked over to the microwave and opened it.

I was about to take the bowl out when Dean shouted, "Grace, what the f**k?!"

I jumped in fear from his abrupt outburst, "What?!"

"You were just about to take the bowl out of the microwave oven with your bare hands!" He exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes, "So?"

"Just wear an oven glove." He looked tense. "Please."

I furrowed my eyebrows, "Okay, Okay."

I put on the oven glove and took the bowl out of the microwave. I turned the content into a plate and walked over to Dean.

"So, what do you want to do?" I asked him. "Wanna watch a movie?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Come on," I walked out of the kitchen and to the living room, Dean following suit.

Dean plopped down on the couch and I handed him the mac and cheese.

"Pick a movie. I'm gonna go have a quick shower." I said walking into the hallway. "Don't start without me!"

I made sure to make the shower a quick one. I threw on a black tank top and sweatpants and walked back into the living room. I sat on the couch beside Dean.

"So, what movie?" I asked.

"The Fault In Our Stars." He said.

I took the plate of Mac and cheese from his hand and took a spoon, "I haven't actually seen that movie. I've only ever read the book."

"Shut up!" He exclaimed.

I shrugged, eating.

"Well I guess that's a good thing." He smirked.

"How so?"

"You get to see it for the first time with your new BFF." He smiled.

"Just start the movie." I chuckled.

We were thirty minutes into the movie when I heard the front door open.

"G! I'm home! Did you and Dean still have rough s*x?!" I heard Chris shout and in that moment, I just wanted to die of embarrassment.

Dean smirked at me, "Rough s*x, aye?"

"I hope you guys didn't perform any form of s****l activities on the couch, I fall asleep there someti-" Chris walked into the living room. "Oh, Dean. You're still here."

"Yeah." Dean waved slightly. "We're watching a movie."

Christian's face fell, "Oh, so no rough se-"

Chris couldn't complete his sentence because I threw a pillow forcefully at his face.

"Ow, Grace." He sat by my other side. "Oouu, The Fault In Our Stars. It's about darn time you see the movie, you prehistoric b***h. So ancient."

"I know, right?" Dean said and they both laughed.

"Pleaseeeee, take it back to when they first met." Chris pouted.

"No." I said dryly.

"Dean, please?" Chris asked him.

"No." I said again.

"Sure, man." Dean took it back.

"You guys are idiots." I frowned.

Chris put an arm over my shoulder, "You love us."

And it that moment, it did feel like I was amongst my BFF's.

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