"Is this your fucking plan? Because it sucks." The hiss made him want to hit himself in his fucking brain. She was right. The plan sucked and there was no way in hell she is going to come with him pushing and pulling and a small, tiny, almost uncared part didn't want that but damn that part was like a earwig and yet, when he needed the reminder- it never bothered to come to his mind!



"Don't curse, O'Brian." That was all he could say in answer.



"Don't curse, O'Brian." She quietly mimicked him but not quite enough which made his smirk.



Who else would have so much guts?



He waited patiently for her to finish her breakfast, knowing they were half an hour late but telling her now would just ruin his fun. He couldn't help but stare at her mouth which was chewing the food like vengeance. It was fascinating and amusing and fucking temping at the same time.



When without a work she r

She could feel his eyes, glaring holes in her back. Well, he could suck it for all she cares but she was not turning around. What was he even doing, following her to every class? Who even allowed him! And even if he had started here again then why do he have to be in the same classes as her.



The mark on her neck covered by band-aid suddenly starts burning. She felt like he was staring right at it. Oh, she was furious. He had no idea how furious she was when she went home and saw that almost purple mark on her neck. Like a freaking tag, he had made his mark on her.



Ignoring her racing heart and concentrating on the teacher, she tried to avoid June's eyes as well. What was it with people glaring at her! With everyone's stares and June and Dean's glares, she will end up holy and it was not this nun kind of holy, it was the holes one.



With that she also wondered if maybe becoming a 

"Dean!"



The startled voice made him back off from the door line he was leaning on. He slowly straightens himself and looked over at the open door. Seeing Sara's mother always brought along a warm tightening in his chest. He adored the woman, mostly because she was so like Sara but a small part of him did love the woman who actually treated him like a son.



He gave her a side hug willingly enough, the smell of chocolate cake hit his nose making him smirk for it was such a sweet smell, quiet opposite to her daughter who had a dark, addicting scent.



She had seemed to grew older since the last time he saw her. The grey strikes in her hair were increasing and the smile lines have gotten more prominent. Yet, he knew she have been very strong just like Sara was.



"Why didn't you come inside last night?" The demand came in a scold but the twinkle in her eyes warmed him once again.



"

"Is this your fucking plan? Because it sucks." The hiss made him want to hit himself in his fucking brain. She was right. The plan sucked and there was no way in hell she is going to come with him pushing and pulling and a small, tiny, almost uncared part didn't want that but damn that part was like a earwig and yet, when he needed the reminder- it never bothered to come to his mind!



"Don't curse, O'Brian." That was all he could say in answer.



"Don't curse, O'Brian." She quietly mimicked him but not quite enough which made his smirk.



Who else would have so much guts?



He waited patiently for her to finish her breakfast, knowing they were half an hour late but telling her now would just ruin his fun. He couldn't help but stare at her mouth which was chewing the food like vengeance. It was fascinating and amusing and fucking temping at the same time.



When without a work she rose, he followed her quietly, watching her in amusement as she angrily stomped outside and quietly s

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