A Stupid, Worthless Boy
A/N: I found sudden inspiration in the story It's All in Your Mind . I loved her interpretation of Dean. There is seriously so much you can do that character, it's crazy. We as the viewing public know nothing except what he looks like, what school he goes to, and that he raped Paige. He's the stereotypical "bad" character, but I don't hate him. I never have.
Chapter 4: It's a New Dawn, It's a New Day
Paige Michalchuk felt her entire body go weak. She had suddenly regretted declining Hazel's invitation to walk home together. She barely registered another person with him. Some blonde, most likely Heather Sinclair. She felt like walking, but she wasn't sure which direction she wanted to go. She could walk towards him and threaten him again. She could also walk away and try to forget he was ever there.
"It's too late, Spirit," she heard him whisper in her ear. "You're hooked." She whimpered out like a dog in pain, but no one was around to take notice.
She saw the car begin to move slowly out of its parking space. It was heading towards her, but she remained stationary. "Move Paige, Get out of here!" a familiar voice screamed into her ear.
She wanted the voices to stop, but they never did. She realized that he was going to see her any second, and she had to act fast. She turned back towards the school and sprinted. After falling into some brush, she decided that she would stay there until school let out and someone could be with her. She needed Spinner to protect her now more than ever.
The voices kept talking in her ear. 'Why me?' she thought. 'Why must I be psycho?' The dirt gave her something soft to lay her head on, and for once, she didn't mind her hair getting dirty. She felt herself losing consciousness, but she refused to give up. 'If I just stay awake for a few more hours…'
She awoke to someone screaming her name.
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Dean Roberts walked into his dorm and flung his duffle on the bed. His roommate, Jack, had class during this time, and he was grateful for the solitude. He collapsed into the office chair and clicked on his laptop. As it was warming up, he pushed the chair over to his stereo and turned it on. His Death Cab for Cutie CD blared through the speakers at top volume as he checked his e-mail.
The first one he opened was from his mom. He scanned it quickly.
Dean-
I'm sorry that I didn't believe you. I'm also sorry I couldn't make it to your hearing, but I'm glad that all went well. We're expecting you home Saturday for dinner with the family.
Love always,
Mom
He chuckled. She hadn't talked to him in months. The invitation Saturday was his invitation back into the family. He considered it, but finally decided he would rather spend Saturday with Emma. The next e-mail was from his best friend in high school, Justin, who had moved just months prior to NYU to study drama.
Heyya buddy!
How's Canada? Still cold as a bitch? It's still decent here – hovering in the 60's. All the weathermen tell me to enjoy it while I can, before it gets blisteringly cold. Oh well, I'm Canadian, cold weather's part of who I am. The chicks here aren't Sex and the City-worthy, but then again, I'm not checking them out too much, if you know what I mean. I'm not adjusting as well as I'd hoped, spending most weekends with Ben and Jerry and a good Julia Stiles movie. It's still New York, though. Is all well with you? When are you going to come visit me? I miss you. I really hope to hear from you soon.
-J
Dean quickly hit reply.
J,
Life here is wonderful. I was cleared, if that's what you're asking. Mom's invited me back into the family, but I don't know if I'm ready to deal with their shit yet. I met a girl. Weird set of events, dude. I'll tell you about it when I come down, hopefully soon. Keep it real, and keep those NYC boys guessing.
-Dean
Dean chuckled at his final joke. Justin had been hinting for awhile about his sexuality. He never outright came out, but it was rather obvious. Dean had a passing thought about hooking him up with his roommate, Jack. If he remembered correctly, Jack was from somewhere close to the city himself. He went through a few more non-descript e-mails. He opened the most recent one from Claire, seeing if she had anything new to say.
Hey baby doll,
I haven't seen you around campus recently. I came by the other day, and your roommate told me you were out. Then I remembered it was the day of your trial and felt like a total bitch! How did it go? If you don't respond to this, I'll take it to mean the worst. :o( Well, things are rocky between Jason and I, so if you ever want to get together for some coffee, you know my number.
Still missing you in the worst way,
Claire
Nope. Still trying to stalk him just as badly. He felt sorry for the girl, really. She was a total slut during their two year relationship, and it ended once and for all the night before he met Paige. Things with girls hadn't been the best for him. Claire was his first real girlfriend, and she was a cheating whore. He didn't know why he still persistently checked for her e-mails. She wanted him back. He wanted her gone.
He didn't want to be excused from raping a girl, stealing her innocence. Paige Michalchuk was the first girl he had approached in two years at that point. He was so sex deprived; he would've humped a cow. He missed Spirit. He felt her at night, heard her whispering to him like angst ridden lovers between the sheets. After that night, she was his everything, although he didn't even see her for months. He spent his days working up the courage to find her and his nights getting drunk and trying to forget her.
The day he found her, he was able to see depth in her for the first time. However, the depth was in the form of a song bashing him. He was forced to deal with, in most spectacular fashion, the school mascot and her new boyfriend attempting to attack him. When she confronted him, he felt fear for one of the few times in his life. She was giving him up for a kid who didn't even have a real name. She never gave him a chance.
He was afraid Emma wouldn't either. He wouldn't lose this one. He had just met her, but wasn't that how it was with Spir-erm-Paige? He was tired of running from his past. He believed in second chances, why couldn't she?
A/N: I found sudden inspiration in the story It's All in Your Mind . I loved her interpretation of Dean. There is seriously so much you can do that character, it's crazy. We as the viewing public know nothing except what he looks like, what school he goes to, and that he raped Paige. He's the stereotypical "bad" character, but I don't hate him. I never have.
Chapter 4: It's a New Dawn, It's a New Day
Paige Michalchuk felt her entire body go weak. She had suddenly regretted declining Hazel's invitation to walk home together. She barely registered another person with him. Some blonde, most likely Heather Sinclair. She felt like walking, but she wasn't sure which direction she wanted to go. She could walk towards him and threaten him again. She could also walk away and try to forget he was ever there.
"It's too late, Spirit," she heard him whisper in her ear. "You're hooked." She whimpered out like a dog in pain, but no one was around to take notice.
She saw the car begin to move slowly out of its parking space. It was heading towards her, but she remained stationary. "Move Paige, Get out of here!" a familiar voice screamed into her ear.
She wanted the voices to stop, but they never did. She realized that he was going to see her any second, and she had to act fast. She turned back towards the school and sprinted. After falling into some brush, she decided that she would stay there until school let out and someone could be with her. She needed Spinner to protect her now more than ever.
The voices kept talking in her ear. 'Why me?' she thought. 'Why must I be psycho?' The dirt gave her something soft to lay her head on, and for once, she didn't mind her hair getting dirty. She felt herself losing consciousness, but she refused to give up. 'If I just stay awake for a few more hours…'
She awoke to someone screaming her name.
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Dean Roberts walked into his dorm and flung his duffle on the bed. His roommate, Jack, had class during this time, and he was grateful for the solitude. He collapsed into the office chair and clicked on his laptop. As it was warming up, he pushed the chair over to his stereo and turned it on. His Death Cab for Cutie CD blared through the speakers at top volume as he checked his e-mail.
The first one he opened was from his mom. He scanned it quickly.
Dean-
I'm sorry that I didn't believe you. I'm also sorry I couldn't make it to your hearing, but I'm glad that all went well. We're expecting you home Saturday for dinner with the family.
Love always,
Mom
He chuckled. She hadn't talked to him in months. The invitation Saturday was his invitation back into the family. He considered it, but finally decided he would rather spend Saturday with Emma. The next e-mail was from his best friend in high school, Justin, who had moved just months prior to NYU to study drama.
Heyya buddy!
How's Canada? Still cold as a bitch? It's still decent here – hovering in the 60's. All the weathermen tell me to enjoy it while I can, before it gets blisteringly cold. Oh well, I'm Canadian, cold weather's part of who I am. The chicks here aren't Sex and the City-worthy, but then again, I'm not checking them out too much, if you know what I mean. I'm not adjusting as well as I'd hoped, spending most weekends with Ben and Jerry and a good Julia Stiles movie. It's still New York, though. Is all well with you? When are you going to come visit me? I miss you. I really hope to hear from you soon.
-J
Dean quickly hit reply.
J,
Life here is wonderful. I was cleared, if that's what you're asking. Mom's invited me back into the family, but I don't know if I'm ready to deal with their shit yet. I met a girl. Weird set of events, dude. I'll tell you about it when I come down, hopefully soon. Keep it real, and keep those NYC boys guessing.
-Dean
Dean chuckled at his final joke. Justin had been hinting for awhile about his sexuality. He never outright came out, but it was rather obvious. Dean had a passing thought about hooking him up with his roommate, Jack. If he remembered correctly, Jack was from somewhere close to the city himself. He went through a few more non-descript e-mails. He opened the most recent one from Claire, seeing if she had anything new to say.
Hey baby doll,
I haven't seen you around campus recently. I came by the other day, and your roommate told me you were out. Then I remembered it was the day of your trial and felt like a total bitch! How did it go? If you don't respond to this, I'll take it to mean the worst. :o( Well, things are rocky between Jason and I, so if you ever want to get together for some coffee, you know my number.
Still missing you in the worst way,
Claire
Nope. Still trying to stalk him just as badly. He felt sorry for the girl, really. She was a total slut during their two year relationship, and it ended once and for all the night before he met Paige. Things with girls hadn't been the best for him. Claire was his first real girlfriend, and she was a cheating whore. He didn't know why he still persistently checked for her e-mails. She wanted him back. He wanted her gone.
He didn't want to be excused from raping a girl, stealing her innocence. Paige Michalchuk was the first girl he had approached in two years at that point. He was so sex deprived; he would've humped a cow. He missed Spirit. He felt her at night, heard her whispering to him like angst ridden lovers between the sheets. After that night, she was his everything, although he didn't even see her for months. He spent his days working up the courage to find her and his nights getting drunk and trying to forget her.
The day he found her, he was able to see depth in her for the first time. However, the depth was in the form of a song bashing him. He was forced to deal with, in most spectacular fashion, the school mascot and her new boyfriend attempting to attack him. When she confronted him, he felt fear for one of the few times in his life. She was giving him up for a kid who didn't even have a real name. She never gave him a chance.
He was afraid Emma wouldn't either. He wouldn't lose this one. He had just met her, but wasn't that how it was with Spir-erm-Paige? He was tired of running from his past. He believed in second chances, why couldn't she?