Dean: "Well hello their Brown Eyes..."

My heart skipped a beat. I closed my eyes really hard and open them really fast. But he was still there.

Reem: "Are you kidding me!"

Dean: "What are you talking about?"

Reem: "Nothing," I sighed. "Let's just get this over with."

Dean: "Ok! Which way are you running?"

This had become a routine of ours.

Reem: "That way." I pointed in the direction I was running before I ran into him.

Dean: "OK. 5, 4, 3..."

Reem: "Ahh!"

And away I went.

I still didn't know where I was going, but it was away from Dean, and Ashton, and that stupid school.

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I couldn't take it anymore.

Reem: "STOP!"

Dean was a few meters behind me when a yelled. He stopped suddenly not expecting this out burst at all.

Dean: "Um..."

Reem: "What do you want to accomplish by tormenting me all the time?! What do you want from me?!?"

He stared at me blankly, and just stood there motionless.

Reem: "Well?!"

Dean: "I-I don't know. I never really thought about it I guess."

Reem: "I don't understand how someone can be so self-righteous? What the hell could you possibly have to gain from bullying me and so many others at school? Are you that freaking damaged?"

I was so sick of his bull. Sick of everything; Ashton's bull, Dean's emotional baggage he takes out on everyone around him, running. I just snapped.

Dean: "Don't come after me Brown Eyes. You have no idea what I've been through."

Reem: "Well guess what you overgrown privileged swine, that doesn't give you the right to take out all your emotional issues on the world." I walked toward him flailing my arms at him.

Reem: "Do whatever the hell you want on your own time." I started pushing him backward emphasizing how serious I was.

Reem: "Don't ruin other peoples lives because your daddy isn't coming back. Everyone has got their own crap to deal with, so screw you." The entire time I was yelling at him he just stared at me, taking it.

Reem: "Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

Dean: "I'm privileged? I live in a trailer park and have to empty the toilet bucket under the trailer every two weeks or it will start to smell. I can't go home until 11 or my daddy will beat me because he's drunk out of his mind. I have to sleep on a table that turns into a bed because theres only one bedroom. I need a part time job to pay the rent because I can't count on my dad not to spend all his money on alcohol. I think you should google privileged, because you obviously don't know what the hell it means."

Reem: "Everyone. Has. Their. Shit!" I got as close to his face as my tiny body would allow, looked him right in the eyes, and spook as clearly as I could. I don't swear very often, but this seemed a good a time as any.

I turned around to walk away but he grabbed my arm and turned me around.

Dean: "Where do you think you're going?"

Reem: "Away."

Dean: "No, you want to know why I bully people, I'm gonna fucking tell you."

Reem: "Honestly, I don't care. Find another way to relieve your anger Dean." I yanked my arm from his grip and glared at him.

He starred at me for what felt like forever before he even moved. When he did move it was so fast, I didn't know what had happened until after it happened.

He grabbed my face and pulled it to his, forcing our lips together. My eyes widened and I pushed him away. I smiled. Honestly it was hilarious. I started laughing and after awhile I was laughing so hard it hurt. I bent over and gripped my stomach it hurt so bad. It was so funny I started to tear up. I was actually slapping my knee.

Dean just starred. He seemed to stare a lot, but he looked kinda hurt. I didn't know if I was ever gonna stop laughing.

He turned around to walk away, but I managed to stand up.

Reem: "Dean!" I choked.

Reem: "Dean, wait!" I wiped away the tears and caught up with him.

Dean: "What the hell was that?"

Reem: "Oh, you didn't think that was funny?" I forced down my laughter again seeing the look on his face.

Reem: "I mean come on, you gotta admire the irony. Guy bullies girl because he secretly has a crush on her." I smirked, raised one eyebrow, and looked him right in the eye.

Dean: "Whatever Brown Eyes, I'm going." He turned around to walk away again. I caught up with him and decided to walk with him.

Reem: "So.. How long have you, you know..." I raised my eyebrows at him struggling to keep up with him. He didn't look at me taking huge strides with his long legs.

Dean: "I'm not talking about this. Go home Brown Eyes."

Reem: "Ok but seriously, did you really think this was ever gonna happen? I mean c'mon." He rolled his eyes and stopped walking so suddenly I almost tripped.

Figures.

Dean: "Look girly, I'm not exactly sure what the fuck happened back there, but I'm absolutely not talking about it with you." I frowned and he rolled his eyes again.

Dean. "I don't owe you anything Brown Eyes. Just leave me alone." He walked past me brushing my shoulder in an attempt to push me out of the way.

I stood there thinking about what he said, and deciding whether or not I should keep following him. Of course I caught up with him. I did have to run a bit which was not very nice, but as soon as he realized I was he stopped again.

Dean: "What the hell do you you want Reem?" He was angry. Angrier than before. Possibly more angry than I had ever seen him. However, I didn't let this phase me. Not on the outside at least.

Reem: "Why do you call me brown eyes?" I looked at him genuinely curious, and tilted my head a bit.

He looked up and started walking again. I didn't let him get away. I really wanted to know.

Reem: "Seriously, I wanna know. You've been calling me that for years, and I have no idea why." He rolled his eyes and I frowned.

Dean: "Because, you have brown eyes."

Reem: "I mean that can't be the actual reason. That so basic. No, what the real reason?"

Dean: "I don't know I just got used to it ok. There's no deeper meaning to it." He got kinda defensive and I decided to drop it.

We walked in silence for a while before anything else happened.

Dean: "You're still following me Brown Eyes." He refused to look at me at this point so I was kinda disappointed. So much had just happened and I couldn't get an explanation for any of it? I honestly couldn't even figure out what to say.

A few more minutes of silence went by.

Dean: "I'm not in love with you or anything, if that's what you're thinking." He said it kinda under his breath, like he didn't know if he should be saying it at all.

Reem: "I wasn't thinking that, but that's exactly what someone who's tryna hide it would say." I joked.

Dean: "Well I'm not. That's why I'm telling you. I don't want you to think I am." He was getting kinda defensive.

Reem: "Okay Dean. Whatever you say." I shrugged.

Dean: "It's the truth. I'm not okay. Stop." He started to raise his voice and I didn't want to aggravate him.

Reem: "I believe you damn. Don't need to get so upset."

Dean: "Good, because I'm not in love with you."

Reem: "Okay. Jeez."

We walked in silence for a little while again. I didn't know what to even think.

Reem: "Dean listen," I stopped and waited for him to stop. He stopped but he didn't turn around.

Reem: "If you stop being a colossal outdated jerk to everyone at school, I won't tell anyone about what happened." He turned around and furrowed his eyebrows.

Dean: "What the hell did you just say to me? Are you seriously trying to black mail me? I think you overestimate how much I care about you. You can tell anyone whatever the hell you want. I'm not gonna change anything. Especially not for you." I was kinda hurt. I mean what the hell. Actually, what the hell just happened.

Reem: "I'm sorry, did I miss something? Are we supposed to be arguing again?"

Dean: "You don't tell me what to do or how to act Brown Eyes. Nice try." I was so confused I didn't even know how to respond.

Dean: "I'm not doing you or anyone any favours. Like I said, I don't owe you or anyone for that matter anything." I just stood there, dumbstruck. He had turned on me so fast I didn't even think the kiss was real at this point.

So I grabbed his arm and pulled him over to me and I did it. I kissed him. I kissed my bully, and he kissed me back.

I realized what was happening and pushed him away once more.

Reem: "Oh yea, you totally don't have feelings for me," I rolled my eyes, the sarcasm dripping from my statement. I almost started laughing again, but I swallowed it and shook my head.

Reem: "You know it's kinda hard to believe; all this time you've been acting like a demon spawn because you caught feelings. I mean that's, messed up."

Dean: "Whatever Reem. You don't know what it's like, knowing you'll never be able to have something because you ruined almost as soon as it started." This hit me. Incredibly hard. I wasn't expecting it to bring this up, but it did. It was still fresh on my mind from my fight with Ashton.

Reem: "Screw you Dean! You have no idea what you're talking about!" I was yelling at him. I could feel my face burning with anger, sadness, and hurt.

Dean: "Yea okay. You have everything. I've seen it. Good grades, good friends, good family. I'm not blind. You've gotten everything you've ever wanted." I snapped. I couldn't take it anymore. Tears wear burning my eyes and they finally fell.

Reem: "MY BEST FRIEND GOT HIT BY A CAR AND DIED! I WILL NEVER GET THEM BACK! IT WAS MY FAULT DEAN! ASHTON'S SIBLING! DEAD! WILL NEVER BE SEEN AGAIN! GONE FOREVER! AND YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO SAY I'VE GOTTEN EVERYTHING I'VE EVER WANTED?! YOU THINK I WANTED THAT?!" He was silent. The only other people that knew were Ashton and our families. I hated talking about it. Y/N was the best thing that ever happened to me, and I'm never gonna have another chance to even look at them.

I wiped my tears away.

Dean: "I'm not the only one with baggage," he poked my shoulder trying to get me to look at him.

Reem: "You know, it was DUI. The driver almost killed Ashton too. I probably would have committed suicide if I lost them both..." I looked up at him, and bit my cheek. My eyes bloodshot and tears all over my face.

As I starred at him I grew angry, I started to feel it build up inside me and I pushed his shoulder. I pushed both of them and he stumbled back a bit. I punched his chest over and over until I just broke down and started crying again.

Reem: "You don't get to lecture me about what I have. I worked for what I have! Where I am in my life!" I was yelling again. I couldn't control myself.

Reem: "I've been through more in half my life, than you have in all of yours Dean!"

I stormed past him, pushing him out of the way, and turned a corner. I closed my eyes trying to get back to a good state of mind. But when I closed them all I could see was that night. I heard him coming up behind me and he grabbed my arm.

Reem: "NO! DON'T TOUCH ME! JUST GO AWAY!" I screamed in his face and turned back around and ran as fast as I could.

I had to get away. I had to get this out of my head. I had to think about something else, anything else.

There were tears streaming down my face. I couldn't stop them. I hadn't felt this way for nearly a year and a half.

I found my phone in my pocket and struggled to type and see the screen through my tears.

I searched Ashton's name and tried to call him.

It rang and rang and eventually just went to voicemail. This didn't help at all, instead it made things worse. I called him again and it went to voicemail still. I left him a message.

Reem: "Please, please PLEASE, call me back. I don't care that we fought, I need you. Meet me at the skatepark Ashton. This is important." I hung up. He would be able to tell I'd cried. I ran to the skatepark and waited. Waited for ten minutes and than texted him.

Me: ash please!! Where are you?!?

I waited ten more minutes and still, not even a reply. I messaged him again.

Me: cmon I really need to talk to you!!

Me: you could at least respond!!!

I waited another ten minutes, getting more and more anxious as the sun went down and Ashton didn't respond nor did he show at our designated spot. I had started to grow rather impatient, when I finally saw him walking up to the park.

I ran over to him and swung my arms around his neck. I felt him wince under my touch. I was surprised but ignored it and cried into his shoulder.

Reem: "I'm so sorry Ashton. I know I should have told you about Dean. I was just scared you might, do something stupid and get hurt like with Y/N. I didn't want to risk it." I started to calm down and I let him go. I looked at his face. I smiled weakly, my face coated in tears. Then I realized something; there was something on his face that I hadn't seen there in years. My smiled faded.

Reem: "Is that a black eye? Were you in a fight!?"

Ash: "I did something stupid.."