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Bonjour! I'm not really French. Anywho, new chapters! Yippee! Writer's block though- SUPER FUN. Okay, well, constructive criticism encouraged! Merci beaucoup.:L

-Julia

Chapter Three: Falling in Hate

The next morning was just… awkward. No, not awkward… weirdly normal. We were pissy at each other (per usual) and… just went to school. I pulled my red crewneck's sleeves over my hands nervously, chewing my lip. I wasn't usually this uncomfortable and nervous. What Danny said about rebelling against base… it was tempting, it really was. And Danny… what he said about loving me… he seemed like he meant it but what if he really was kidding? He does screw with me a lot. But, Danny is- always has been- like a brother to me, so why this? Did I like him ba-

No.

No, no, no. I don't like him like that… he's- he's Danny. But what if-? I felt someone wrap their arms around my waist and bury their nose in the crook of my neck. I jumped and tore myself out of the embrace, staring wildly at Dean. When I saw his panicked expression I relaxed and instantly internally kicked myself.

"Sorry… I didn't know it was you I guess I'm a little bit jumpy today." I smiled guiltily at him and he hesitated before wrapping his arms around me again. I reached my arms up and loosely hung them around his neck while he stared down at me.

"Em, you okay? You look tired and who else would it be?" Shit. He did notice my slip-up.

"No one, I just had a nightmare last night about losing you and this creepy guy was after me. No biggie!" I forced a toothy grin and beamed up at him, standing up on my tippy-toes and reaching up for his lips. His lips softly pecked mine before he leaned back and rested his forehead on mine. That's what I liked about Dean- he wasn't a pushy, over-hormonal dude, he was sweet.

"Well, I'm here and it wasn't real." The warning bell went off, causing me to jump slightly. Damnit Lea, get your shit together. I scolded myself and pretended not to notice Dean's concerned look. "Okay, I'm gonna go to class! Cya, babe!" I planted a rough kiss on his cheek before scampering off. Wow, smooth Lia. I strutted into my first hour, waving my fingers at a few of my 'girl-friends'. (More like moronic whores.) I pretended not to notice Danny slouched in the corner in his seat staring steadily at the front chalkboard. His gaze flickered up to mine and I gave him a light smile before sitting down.

I found myself constantly glancing at Danny- my focus in no way on the teacher's lecture. I huffed out a sigh when the bell rang, my page for notes empty and my brain scrambled. Right before I left I realized Raeanne wasn't there. Wow, that's why it was quiet. I silently thanked God before rushing out the door and right into Danny's back.

"Oh, God, sorry!" I chirped. I realized it was Danny and blushed. Blushed? I do not blush. He tossed a smirk at me before sauntering off. I stood there like an idiot until a kid shoved past me rudely. I shook my head and shouldered my backpack before walking off to my next class in a daze.

"Danny!" I screamed from the front door. I held back laughter when he stumbled out of the guest room- eyes bleary and hair ruffled. I needed to stay pissed and focused. "Danny I-" A blonde slut stumbled out of the room, gripping Danny's arm and whispering something in his ear. I felt my eyes narrow, my fists clenched and shaking with rage. Danny laughed at something she said and I blew a socket.

"Get. The fuck. Out." I hissed. Danny's eyes widened momentarily but then became icy.

"I'll cya tomorrow, Becca." 'Becca' accidentally elbowed my on her way out just like I accidentally tripped her.

"Bitch." She muttered before slamming the door. I held my face in my hands for a moment. This did not hurt my feelings. I'm not hurt- I'm mad. No hoes sleeping here. That's all.

"Leave, Danny." I sighed.

"Lia you're-"

"I said leave!" I all but shouted. His eyes narrowed into thin slits and he pushed past me before leaving and slamming the door. I nearly panicked when I felt something drip onto my arm. It's coming from… my face? I was crying. Crying. I didn't cry. I furiously wiped the tears away. I was not upset about this, Danny can sleep with as many of those… bimbos as he pleases. Whatever. I stalked off to my room, going to bed at six without food.

At about two in the morning a strange thump woke me up. I leapt out of bed, instantly awake and alert. I waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness before sneaking towards the door. I prayed it was a burglar. I need some sort of excitement in my life. I silently opened it and peeked into the rest of the apartment. Nothing. Outside maybe…? I crept to the front door before ripping it open. I gasped in shock before letting out a relieved- but shocked- laugh. Danny lay sprawled on the floor right in front of the door. He must of leaned over and fell or something due to his awkward sprawl on the carpet. This moron never left, he must have passed out out here. I rolled my eyes and kicked his back.

"Hey, moron. Wake up." He shifted a little in his sleep. "Wake up!" I hissed, not wanting to wake up the whole apartment complex. I kicked him harder and he flinched awake- instantly on his feet and ready to punch me. "Steady now." I rolled my eyes at him as he visibly relaxed.

"Oh." Was all he said. Yeah, oh, bitch- that's right. He stretched and I could hear the muscles in his back crunch. He watched me carefully, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets. He kicked a foot at the ground and looked at me awkwardly.

"Look, I'm really-"

"Shut up idiot. Just go to bed." I moved out of the doorway and walked back to my room. I felt his hand grip my arm softly.

"No, Lee, I'm really sorry. I want to talk." Danny was being serious. Crapola. I sighed wearily before plopping down on the couch in the living room. Danny took a seat next to me on the other end of the couch. "I'm sorry. I don't even like her I just did that to piss you off. She was only in the room to see my notes. She tried something but I said no. I just pretended like we did something to piss you off." I met his chocolatey stare.

"…And?" I prodded.

"And I'm an ass."

"And?" He sighed.

"I suck monkey butt."

"And?" He rolled his eyes and hesitated.

"…And you're the coolest human being on earth and I should go suck a dick." He gave me a 'you happy now' look.

"Why thank you. You're ever too kind." I mocked in a Southern accent. He chuckled sleepily. "But you interrupted my beauty sleep. Now I'm going to look like a baboon's ass." I teased.

"What else is new?" He managed to keep a straight face when I smacked his arm.

"Douche canoe." He raised an eyebrow.

"That's a new one. That doesn't even make sense."

"Neither does your face." I smirked playfully while he pretended to look offended. He held a hand to his heart and pretended to wipe a tear away. I laughed at him but stopped when he suddenly looked devious. He slowly inched towards me. "What are you-?" Was all I managed before he leapt on my and dug his fingers into my sides. I howled in laughter, begging him to stop. No one knew I was ticklish- he was the only one who knew exactly where I was ticklish too. He straddled my hips to keep my still while he continued torture.

"Keep it down in there!" I heard pounding on the wall from the neighbor. Danny stopped tickling me and leaned down on me while he laughed. We laughed so hard, gripping each other. We both suddenly stopped laughing- our faces inches apart. That's when I became aware of his hips against mine and his breath warm on my face. My eyes widened and I sat there frozen. We stared at each other silently, daring the other to say something. His face inched closer. I wanted him to do it. Kiss me. I wanted to whisper. I could feel his lips just about to touch mine-

"I can't." I whispered, softly pushing him off me. "I'm sorry." I jumped up and fled to my room, shutting the door and locking it behind me. I slid down the door until I hit the ground, bringing my knees to my chest and resting my chin on them, arms wrapped around my knees.

"Amelia? I'm sorry I didn't mean to…" I heard his voice through the door. I heard him sigh softly, only meant for him to hear. I felt the door tremble as he slid down the door too. I could imagine him in the same position as me, our heads tilted against the door. Silent words were exchanged. It had more meaning than it should have. "I'm sorry." He whispered so softly I wasn't even sure if he actually said it. "Goodnight, Lee." Was all I heard before I fell asleep.

A/N:

Sorry guys for the short chapter… I'm having major writer's block and there's all this schoolsy stuff going on. Plus I've been practicing for band non-stop. Okay, not important. Ignore my rambling. Next update soonish hopefully. KEEP TOLERATING ME PLEASE. :T