CHAPTER TEN

Sitting in the car with him was painful. He wouldn't talk. He just kept writing and signing his papers. I couldn't help but think about Dean. He had seen me get into the car and had watched me go. I couldn't get his look out of my mind and it was driving me insane, so much so, I was fidgeting like mad.

"Krysta, what's on your mind?" he asked in a bored tone.

"It's too quiet," I muttered, my knee still shaking before he lay his hand on it.

"How is this school so different from the rest?" he asked softly.

"I did what you told me to," I looked at him to see curiosity, "Dad, they're my friends."

"That boy," he said, leaning back, studying me.

"Adam, the one in the room, yeah dad-."

"Not him," he cut me off shortly, "The one with a cloth tied in his hair. Tall, well-built young man."

"Dean," I played with the hair tie on my wrist.

"Ted's right, Krysta, you have changed." My head snapped up.

"I have?"

"You have," he chuckled.

"Dad, the Ducks have kept me out of trouble, they're my friends."

"I know sweetheart," he smiled. Okay, now I was confused.

"Then why're you taking me out?"

"Don't you want to see me off?" he teased and I laughed.

"But, my suitcase and my friends, and, dad!"

"It was a warning." I nodded, understandingly. "If it ever happens again, you're going to where ever I'm stationed."

"Yes sir," I smiled, hugging him, "Thank you."

"I love you, Krysta."

"I love you too," I grinned as he got out of the car but I rolled down the window, waving him off, "Be safe!"

"Always," he laughed, saluting me and I returned the gesture before sitting back.

"Hurry it up, I have to get back," I told the driver who only smiled, flooring it back to Eden Hall.

Dean's POV

"Portman!" Orion yelled again and I sighed, "Get in the penalty box." Rolling my eyes, I did as he said, not even bothering to help Banks up. He was the last person to talk to her. He knew she was leaving. "That's the third time you've done that."

"Yeah," I shrugged and his eyes narrowed.

"Shower," he pointed to the locker room and I rolled my eyes again. Walking into the locker room, I threw my hockey gear at the floor before stepping into the hot shower. Wrapping the towel around my waist when dine, I made to grab my clothes but my shirt was missing. Confused, I slipped on my lower garments and went back into the locker room, rifling through my bag but noticed my gear was on the bench, neat. "What the-."

"Ya know," a voice from behind me said but I didn't look. I didn't have to, I knew who it was. "I just cleaned up the place like four hours ago."

"What're you doing here," I turned to face her, my assumption correct.

"Forgot something," she shrugged, stepping forward. She was in my shirt.

"You find it?" I asked lamely and she grinned, nodding.

"Can I show you something?"

"Anything you want," I murmured, acutely aware of how close she was. Her laughter filled my ears and I couldn't help but smile back. She reached into her backpack and pulled out the sketchpad I'd seen her with so many times. Flipping to a page, she stared at it hesitantly before looking up at me and back down at the picture. She sighed, handing it to me. "Wow. Who, who is it?"

"It's you," she whispered, staring at the floor and I looked at it again.

"Holy shit." She jumped at my outburst and made to take it back but I pulled it out of her reach. "It's really good."

"Thanks," she mumbled, fidgeting with her hands. She looked like she wanted to say something. I knew I did.

Krysta's POV

I wanted to kick myself. Why had I shown it to him? I looked back down, aching to finish it but not knowing how to ask. Besides the fact that it was a tad obsessive, oh, who was I kidding, I was obsessed with him.

"Krysta?" I looked up to warm brown eyes, "Are you going to finish it?"

"I, I want to," I bit my lip looking up at him and he smiled, "Would you mind?"

"Nope," his smile widened and I felt my heart skip a beat: illegal smile!! I sat down, straddling the bench and thought for a second.

"Don't pose," I finally decided, "Just act natural."

"Smile?"

"If you want," I shrugged and when he did, I couldn't help but smile back before stroking my pencil along the pad. Soon, I wasn't looking at him at all, I had almost forgotten he was there but I jumped slightly, feeling sit so close, our knees were touching.

"Sorry," he muttered about to stand, but I shook my head, my eyes back on the paper. Rubbing my thumb on the paper, I bit my lip. It looked finished but I didn't feel like it was. Glancing back up at Dean, he seemed captivated and I looked behind me but his hand stopped my chin. "I'm looking at you."

"Why?" I blushed and he smiled, leaning closer.

"I think I love you," he whispered, a small smile playing his lips before he closed the space between us.

"Finally!" someone yelled and I jumped away from the sound, which meant I was closer to Dean, "I win."

"You what?" I asked slowly, turning to face the Ducks in the hallway of the locker room, "What did you win?"

"Krysta!" I heard Adam and Julie yell before they pummeled me with a hug and I laughed as Portman tugged me back, smiling. Charlie stood, arms folded and I rolled my eyes.

"You're a five year old."

"He checked Adam!"

"I didn't know you were," I started but Dean shook his head and I raised an eyebrow.

"Checked into the board," Julie explained and my jaw dropped.

"You did what?!"

"He didn't tell me you left!" Dean defended and I rolled my eyes, smacking him upside the head.

"I told him not to tell you."

"Why?" he asked, trying to hide his hurt but his eyes betrayed him.

"Because I didn't want the look that you gave me. I already felt bad enough."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize to me," I scoffed, folding my arms, "Adam's the potentially injured one." He mumbled a quick apology and I smirked.

"It's times like these I realize why I like her," Charlie grinned. I felt Dean wrap a protective arm around my waist and I smiled. How'd I know it was protective? Because he pulled me back against him.

"Get your own, she's mine."

"Oh yeah!" Charlie said indignantly, pulling Adam towards him, "Well, he's mine."

"Nice Conway," I laughed as the team went slightly wide-eyed, "Oh you knew it was coming."

"Yeah," Julie grinned and I smiled again, leaning against Dean.

"You're a dork," I decided, turning to face him. He just smirked.

"You still like me."

"Never said that," I smiled and he rolled his eyes before I pulled his head down to mine, "I don't like you."

"You kiss like you do," he muttered but pulled away suddenly, making me laugh, "What?"

"I don't like you," I shrugged, stepping closer and wrapped my arms around hi neck, I kissed him lightly before whispering, "I love you."

"Really?" he asked, resting his forehead on mine and I nodded, "I guess I do too."

"You're an idiot," I stated as I rolled my eyes but before he could protest, I yanked him back down.

"Let me get my stuff," he murmured and I folded my arms as he grabbed his bag, plus whatever else he needed before taking my hand, pulling me out of the locker room. Moments later, we were in his room and he pushed me to sit on the bed before he disappeared into the bathroom. I swear to god, that boy! Sighing, I pulled out my sketchpad, staring down at my drawing of him. I grinned, my hand starting to move against the paper. "I thought it was finished."

"Huh?" I muttered, biting my pencil before I shaded one last part and smiled proudly. As I looked up at Dean, I saw a small smirk. "What?"

"You're amazing cute when you're satisfied." I felt my cheeks tint but his smirk grew as he bent down closer, his lips covering mine. The notebook fell to the floor, the words surrounding the figure known as Dean prevalent: Ducks Fly Together.

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