Pessimist

10 - His 𖤓

One week had officially passed by since the incident at the party, and I was feeling better than yesterday despite only spending one night at Dean's. I couldn't help but feel like I had overstayed my welcome, and so I pulled out my backpack and started to fill it up with my things.

I was in the middle of packing my bags when Dean walked in, pausing at the door.

"Where the fuck are you going?"

"Back to the dorms," I shrugged, not stopping. I was folding a pair of jeans when he responded.

"No the fuck you aren't."

"You know I paid good money for that dorm, right?" I pointed out, still not stopping my movements. Technically, it was the government's money but I still had to pay it back.

"I don't care. You're not going."

"I told you I hated being controlled, Dean. Besides, nothing is going to happen to me at school."

"And I respect that but not in a case where you could be in danger. Unpack your bags, please. I'm making dinner."

"No." I ground out.

"No?"

"No," I repeated, turning around to face him. The look in his eyes made me want to kiss him hard, but I was annoyed at him. "This isn't your choice to make."

"The fuck it isn't!" He exclaimed before pausing, lowering it knowing I didn't like it when people yelled. "You are not going back when you're injured and can't defend yourself."

"I've been defending myself just fine," I scoffed.

"Sophia."

"Well, you're not telling me what to do."

"I don't want that fucker anywhere near you."

"Possessive," I smirked.

"Why are you acting so nonchalantly about this? You can barely hold yourself up, how the fuck do you expect to ward him off?"

His ability to not see that I could handle it had me grinding my teeth, now angry that he was right.

"You talk a lot for someone who can't do shit, Dean. Looks like sitting around silent and brooding isn't doing you any good because you keep fucking talking."

"Fuck you, Sophia."

I scowled. "Fuck you back, Dean!"

"I thought that's what you wanted?" He took a step forward. "To be fucked by me?"

"What? You want me to admit that I want to fuck you so I'll stay? Is that what we're doing now?"

"No, what we're doing is eating dinner. Dinner that I just made. Dinner that if we don't eat, will get cold." He took another step forward. I didn't budge, eyeing him knowingly.

"Or what?" I laughed. "You're not gonna do shit if I leave."

"You really wanna test me, Sweetheart?"

My breath got stuck in my throat as I heard his new pet name for me. I'll admit, it did get me a little flustered however I tried to act unbothered. Stepping forward, I looked up at him. My hands touched his chest, running down his body until I reached his jeans. Hooking my hands around the belt loops, I tugged him towards me hoping maybe if he was distracted enough, I could slip out the door.

"What, Dean? What the fuck are you gonna do?" I murmured, keeping eye contact.

He tilted his head at me, amused. "You know," He started. "You look so pretty when you're mad."