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CATCH ME IF YOU CAN ꒰ PART TWO ꒱

summary: sorority girl!reader + dean are paired up together for greek week’s annual charity competition. reader won’t fall for his games, but she will help him win them.

content notes: here is part two!!! warnings — protective!dean, alcohol consumption, drunken behavior, and soft!dean. i hope you all enjoy :) as always, feedback is welcome + encouraged.

You almost made it to the third round. At the last second, you caught an elbow to your ribs and went down. Thankfully, Dean had managed to make it to the end. However, with your combined score of 20 points, you two placed third.

“At least we placed,” he said while he tried to comfort you with a side hug.

You hated that your stomach fluttered when his arm went around you.

On the bright side, you and Dean were given a $100 gift card to a steakhouse restaurant in Hastings as your prize.

“Maybe I’ll take you there after we win first place,” he joked, winking down at you.

You were both walking to the line of players being washed down by male pledges. Female pledges were miserably handing out towels. Both groups were wearing togas, leaf headpieces, and gold sandals.

You rolled your eyes and nudged his side with your elbow. “Yeah right! You can take half and I’ll take the other.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

You both went quiet for a moment. He stared off into the distance, squinting his eyes as the setting sun beat down him. You were in your own world too, thinking about the fact that the two second hug-but-not-a-hug you two shared was making your heart race.

Damn, I really need to get laid, you thought.

Your thoughts were interrupted when your shoulder bumped into something hard. The force was enough to make you gasp and stumble back. Even the people around you were in shock, hands ready to catch you.

You were about to apologize even though it was not your fault, but you stopped when Dean grabbed your arm. He moved you behind him. You couldn’t see past him. All you could see was his glare.

“Watch where you’re going, dickhead!”

“I’m okay,” you reassured him, pulling him with you as the line moved. “It was an accident.”

He scoffed, turning back around. “I doubt it. Little prick was laughing.”

You shrugged. “Then I hope they trip over the cracked sidewalk.”

His anger vanished just as quick as it arrived. He tilted his head down in your direction, brows furrowing in amusement. “Cracked sidewalk, that’s all you’ve got?”

“That or I hope they spill juice on their lap.”

He laughed finally and you grinned at the sight. You two went back to the comfortable silence.

“By the way, you did awesome back there,” he said after a while.

You peered up at him. “You think so?”

“Are you kidding me? That tackle in the first round? Remind me never to piss you off again. It was like WrestleMania back there. I thought I was next.”

“Stop, that was so embarrassing.” You hid your flaming cheeks behind your hands. “I didn’t think I could get that competitive. We lose every year.”

He shrugged, hands in his pockets. “Well, you have me now.”

Yes, you thought. But for how long?

As you walked further in line, your arms brushed. You glanced up at him to see if he had any reaction. From what you could see, he didn’t and then you instantly felt pathetic for thinking that he would.

“You were really good, too,” you managed to say.

“Thanks! I lube up and wrestle for balls in my free time. I kind of had it in the bag.”

You laughed, leaning against him because now you had decided you were brave enough to be closer.

The line moved quickly and before you knew it, it was your turn to be washed off.

Dean watched as you flinched and squeezed your eyes shut as the cold water hit your skin. There was an ugly bruise beginning to form on the left side of your ribs. The sun was setting, casting an orange and pink glow over you. For a moment, he just stared at you with a glint in his eyes.

And then the soft moment was ruined when his eyes wandered lower.

Your nipples were visibly hard under the fabric of your sports bra. Your spandex shorts were glued to you like a second layer of skin. They disappeared in between your cheeks and hugged the fat of your ass. You tilted your head to the side and squeezed out the water from your hair, completely unaware of the eyes on you. It was like a really horny car wash commercial.

He swallowed and felt the warmth travel down from his stomach to where he ached the most.

The freshman hosing you down was also staring. He was so distracted that he ended up accidentally spraying you in the face. You choked and moved your hands to cover your eyes and mouth.

Dean immediately stepped forward and yanked the hose from his hands.

“Watch where you point that thing, pipsqueak,” he practically yelled, a scary glare on his face.

Was it piss off Dean day? You didn’t care. Seeing him stick up for you again had sent you reeling.

The freshman shrunk into himself and backed away one step with his hands up in defense. “I’m sorry!”

You spit water onto the ground and pushed back the strands of hair that stuck to your face. “Dean,” you called out, stifling a laugh. “It was an accident.”

Dean ignored you and continued to give the younger guy a dirty look. “Go do some push-ups or something.”

The freshman nodded and ran away to an area with dry grass, falling down and beginning to do what he was told. You covered your mouth as a real laugh escaped. Dean turned back to face you, his face visibly softening once again.

“That was so unnecessary.”

Dean shrugged and began spraying the water across his chest. “I’ll apologize later.”

You didn’t respond because now your eyes were stuck on the way the water dripped down his body. It was as if you both were in a music video and everything was set to slow motion. Dean closed his eyes and shook out his hair, hands brushing the lube off from his skin. His abs glistened with every droplet that slid slowly. If you looked closely enough, you could see the outline of his bulge through his athletic shorts.

Your lips parted while you continued to behave like a touch starved Victorian woman. It was a miracle you hadn’t began to drool.

Dean opened his eyes and smirked at your reaction. He grabbed the hose and aimed it in the direction of your chest.

You let out a noise of surprise and rushed forward to try and snatch the handle from his hand. “What the hell, Di Laurentis!?”

Unfortunately for you, he was a lot taller and much quicker. He held the hose above your head, pointing downward to continue drenching you. You tickled his armpit, causing him to yelp and drop his weapon. It was so childish but neither of you cared.

You caught it with ease and as he tried to grab it back, you twisted your body and held it closely against you. His chest pressed against your back, arms wrapping around you and fingers gripping onto the handle. He tugged on it but you clutched it as if it was your purse and he was trying to rob you.

“Give it back!” he yelled, not at all angry.

You shook your head and sprayed his face. “Never!”

He didn’t even want the hose back, he just wanted to continue having fun with you. Earlier, you were so angry at him for ditching you. He felt bad and slipped into game mode as soon as he heard you say that blue team was winning. Your attitude had changed once his had.

Now, you seemed to be in a lighter mood. He preferred you this way.

“You guys are wasting the water,” someone had voiced from behind you both.

Aaaand now your moment of weakness for Dean Di Laurentis’s charm has officially been broken.

You straightened your back, forcing Dean to as well. His arms were still around you, both of you breathing heavy and not letting go of the hose.

Beau Maxwell stood before you, a cheeky smile on his face.

His body was completely dry, having played his turn before you guys. He shut off the watering hose and tossed his best friend a fluffy white towel. Dean caught it with one hand.

“Thanks,” he said.

Beau nodded before turning to you. He had a second towel in his hand. He held it out to you, making sure to keep a distance. You dropped the handle of the hose and grabbed it from him, smiling shyly.

Dean stepped away from you to dry himself off. Once he was decently wiped down, he tossed his wet towel into the hands of another pledge. He grabbed a fresh towel from a pretty blonde freshman, who was staring at him like she had just entered the gates of heaven. He ignored her.

He wrapped the towel around your shoulders and began drying you off. It felt oddly domestic.

Your teeth chattered as you shook from the sudden cold that surrounded you. You tilted your head back to get a good look at him. “Thanks,” you said softly.

All he did was nod at you in response.

Beau cleared his throat, causing you to both jump and face his direction. He was smirking.

“So,” he began. “Our frat’s throwing a party tonight. You should come. It’ll be a good time.”

It took you a second to realize he was talking to you and not to one of the freshman girls. “Oh,” your cheeks warmed. “Um, that sounds fun. Can I bring some friends?”

“If they’re as pretty as you, hell yeah.”

Dean gave him a warning with his eyes, silently telling him to back off. Beau winked at him.

“Great. We’ll be there,” you giggled nervously and then immediately cringed at yourself in your head. You took one last glance at your partner. “Bye Dean,” your voice still quiet in a bashful way.

His voice was just as soft. “See you later, pretty girl.”

Both males watched you walk away, heading over to a group of your sorority sisters.

Beau whistled lowly. “Dude, she’s hot.”

Dean smacked his chest with the back of his hand. Not once did he take his eyes off you. “Watch your mouth, Maxwell. That’s my partner.”

“Your very hot partner.”

Later that night, you were in your room, digging through your closet to find an outfit to wear for the party. You had already done your makeup and styled your hair. Your roommate and best friend, Naomi, was doing her makeup at your shared vanity.

“So,” she started. “How are things going with Mr. Dean Di Laurentis?”

You pretended not to notice the way her tone sounded like she was teasing you.

“We haven’t really talked much, but he’s nice.”

Naomi glanced at you once through the mirror before going back to bronzing her face. “Nice? As in asks how are you nice or let’s do it raw nice?”

Your eyes grew big with horror. “I’m sorry, what did you just say?”

She rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean! Is he as charming as everyone says he is?”

You snorted. “You already know that. You guys made out last year at winter formal, remember?”

She blushed from embarrassment and pointed her brush at you. “Ok, that didn’t count. We were both sloppy drunk.”

You held a white top against your chest, scrunching up your nose as you viewed yourself in the full body mirror hanging on the door of your closet.

“He’s definitely charming,” you finally respond to her question. “He’s like that with everyone.”

She turned around in her ottoman, staring at you with a dead pan look. “Everyone? Girl, you two were chopping it up at the watering hose. Seriously, it was like watching the intro to a porno.”

Your head snapped up towards her direction.

“Ok, first of all, we did not look like that! We were just being stupid. And second of all, I barely know him. He spent the first thirty minutes flirting with me before ditching me to go hang out with Beau.”

She completely ignored most of what you said.

“Oh yeah, you guys were definitely being stupid,” she turned back around to pat blush on her cheeks. “Stupid in love.”

You rolled your eyes and hung the top back up.

“Besides, what’s wrong with flirting? You’re an attractive girl. He’s an attractive guy. Do the math.”

“He’s cute, but you know how he is. We’ll probably never talk once this week ends.”

Naomi shook her head. “It doesn’t mean you can’t try. Sometimes it’s good to just give in. No one’s going to judge you. If you want a good time, you might as well have it with the king of good times himself.”

“I feel like you’re insinuating something here.”

“That’s exactly what I’m doing.”

“Naomi! Not everyone wants to do it with someone they just met.”

“‘Do it’?” She giggled. “Are you a virgin all of a sudden?”

You flipped your middle finger at her. “Screw you. I am not a virgin.”

“Then, when did you stop being fun?”

Your mouth parted in shock. You threw a hanger in her direction. “I am fun! I am so much fun, actually. Lots of people would agree, thank you very much.”

She laughed at your reaction. “I meant you need to have more fun. I’m serious babe. When’s the last time you’ve even kissed a guy?”

You paused. It has been a long time. An embarrassing amount of time. You almost didn’t remember until you did. The last time you kissed someone, it had been Kyle.

It’s not like you two were ever serious. He didn’t ruin you. He just embarrassed you enough for you to be turned off from the male population for a while. You felt like you couldn’t trust anyone with their intentions. Every guy who looked at you made you question whether or not they actually liked you.

When Naomi took notice of your silence, the realization hit her. It was times like these that you were grateful that she could read you better than anyone else can. You had too much shame to say what you needed to say out loud.

She gave you a sad smile. “I’m sorry. I was honestly just trying to be a good friend and I completely forgot.”

You shrugged. “It’s okay. I’m over it.”

You did that a lot. Shrug it off like it meant nothing to you.

“Are you?” She asked hesitantly.

You collapsed face first onto your bed, sighing deeply into the mattress. Your voice was muffled. “I am but I’m not.”

Naomi joined you, laying down on your left side. She was looking up at the ceiling while you shifted up to fiddle with your pillow case.

“You know, not every guy is going to be like him. You’ll never find out unless you put yourself out there.”

There was a lump in your throat that you tried really hard to swallow.

“I know. You’re right. I just—I want to have sex. I do. I want to have a good time. I just didn’t want that with Kyle. At least, not right away. And because of that, he turned people against me. Now when I think of sex, it’s like I forgot how to ride a bicycle.”

Naomi let your words settle before she responded.

“You already know how I feel, but I’m going to keep saying it until it sticks. Fuck Kyle. He’s a piece of shit and he didn’t deserve you. His insecurities do not define you and you need to stop thinking they do. Sex is great! Kissing boys is great! Going on dates and feeling like your heart’s going to melt is great.”

You almost started to cry. She noticed and went on,

“You have to stop letting him win. You are not the problem, ok? Fuck him and fuck his stupid ass friends who believed him. Take back your power and feel good about yourself. Any guy would be lucky to have you.”

Your bottom lip wobbled and now you really had to force yourself not to cry.

“Why did you say all of that after I put on my makeup?”

You both shared a laugh and a tight hug before Naomi got serious. She placed her hands on your shoulders.

“Listen, here’s what we’re going to do. We are going to finish getting ready. We are going to walk right into Pi Alpha and we are going to drink all the free liquor we can. Who cares about boys when there’s tequila?”

You laughed again. “I don’t even have an outfit!”

She sat up abruptly and slapped your butt. “Then get up! We don’t have all night.”

While she finished her makeup, you dug through your closet. You pulled out a mini, black body con dress that was held up by the tiniest of straps. You’ve worn it a few times in recent years. Every time you wore it, you swore it got shorter and shorter.

“Wear that,” Naomi said when she noticed your hesitation.

You chewed on your bottom lip. “I don’t know. Isn’t it kind of too much?”

“For a party hosted by a bunch of frat boys? No. You need to look hot.”

You couldn’t help the tiny smile that graced your face. The dress really did make you look good. You received loads of compliments every time you wore it.

The cartoon version of you that lived in your head was screaming at the top of her lungs, “PUT IT ON!!! DEAN WILL LOVE IT!!!”

And honestly? You agreed. Your mind was wandering back to the way he had acted after your win. He was very supportive. And even if he had blown you off at the beginning, he locked in when you needed him to. He cheered you on and helped you win. Even when you were eliminated in the second round, he wasn’t upset. He just gave you a high five and told you he would “win it for us.”

When he hugged you, you had to pretend to be normal. He was warm and he made you feel safe. Safe like you’ll never have to think twice about what he says.

You wanted to feel that again.

“Fine,” you ultimately decided, disregarding your own thoughts. “I’ll wear it.”

Thirty minutes later, you, Naomi, and a few of your other sisters who were also invited to the party, were walking up the steps of Pi Kappa Alpha. There were so many people. People on the grass, people on the porch, people in the upstairs balcony that overlooked the entire front lawn. You noticed everyone had a drink in their hand.

Your eyes scanned the crowd as you entered into the humid house. Loud rap music thumped through the giant speakers at the back of the living room where a DJ stand was set up. There were LED lights flashing different colors while the main lights remained off. There was a huge crowd in the living room, their bodies pressed against each other as they danced. The hallways were filled with couples making out and pledges in suits, holding trays of jell-o shots.

“Let’s go get drinks!” Naomi shouted in your ear. You nodded and she grabbed your hand, pulling you against her side as she guided you both to the kitchen. The other girls you arrived with had wandered off towards the kegs by the windows, guarded by two, huge football players.

The atmosphere in the kitchen was even rowdier. Girls were taking shots off each other on countertops. Guys were watching them with googly eyes. A trio of seniors were pushing each other back and forth in excitement as a pair of brunettes french kissed each other against the wall.

Naomi’s voice was full of sarcasm. “Can they at least try to be subtle?”

You laughed, heading over to the table full of different kinds of liquor.

It was against house rules for you to get intoxicated. However, a lot of girls managed to drink enough to feel almost drunk, but also sober enough to walk past the president without any issues.

You grabbed a bottle of tequila and poured one shot for each of you. You held her glass back for a moment. “Ok, let’s set a limit. We don’t want a repeat of last year.”

Last year, Naomi had gotten so wasted and ended up dancing on a table while threatening to take her top off. A group of your sisters managed to get her down, but the whole thing was recorded and uploaded online. Before the damage could stick and put your sorority into jeopardy, your president, Alicia, had it scrubbed from the internet. Naomi was placed a year long probation, which prohibited her from attending any parties and was assigned as ‘sober sister.’ That basically meant she was your sorority’s version of an Uber.

Being the loyal friend and sister that you are, you decided to remain sober for the rest of the year in solidarity. Naomi had pleaded with you to go out and enjoy yourself, but you refused.

“Yeah, yeah,” Naomi waved a dismissive hand to you. “Two shots and then I’ll stick to beer.” She grabbed her glass and clanked it against yours. “Cheers, bitch.”

You tilted your head back as you downed the shot. Slamming the shot glass down, you winced at the burn in your throat. You grabbed a can of Twisted Tea, while Naomi grabbed a canned beer from the fridge.

Suddenly, “Mo Bamba” blasted through the speakers and you were instantly transported back to every single high school party you ever attended. You both gasped, eyes wide as you stared at each other.

Before you could even blink, Naomi pushed you out of the kitchen and onto the dance floor. “I got hoesssss callinggggg,” she yelled along with the rest of the crowd.

You started laughing at how ridiculous you all looked dancing to this song. You sang along anyway. You stumbled as people who were jumping bumped into you. Someone’s drink splashed onto your dirty pair of Air Force’s. You didn’t mind. That was what they were there for.

Exactly two mango flavored Twisted Teas later, you were feeling the alcohol in your body. Your face was hot, makeup slightly dewy from the humidity, and your hair was somewhat frizzy. You felt loose and free and the ache in your ribs from today’s game had slipped away.

Naomi grabbed your hand and twirled you around. Your head was spinning but in a good way. Your smile was bright.

Across the room, a pair of light blue eyes watched you.

You had Dean’s attention as soon as you stepped onto the dance floor. The little black dress you wore clung to your curves, making anyone with working vision do a double take.

He had been thinking about you every second since you parted ways. He couldn’t get your laugh out of his head. It was repeating on an endless loop that he didn’t get tired of. Your smile was permanently etched into his brain.

He stood next to Beau, who was leaning against the wall alongside their friend, Logan. His other friend, Tucker, was standing opposite to Dean.

The three of them were talking about the upcoming game next week. They were too engrossed in their conversation that they hadn’t even noticed that Dean had gone quiet.

Beau caught on first. He followed his friend’s locked in gaze and then pointed in your direction. “There goes Dean’s girl. Sorry. I mean his partner.”

Logan and Tucker both gawked at the sight of you grinding your ass back into Naomi’s front. Her hands were holding your hips and you were both giggling.

“Dude, she’s hot!” Logan exclaimed, repeating Beau’s words from earlier.

Tucker agreed. “And so is her friend.”

Bean snorted. “Naomi? Yeah, she’s a wild one. Deanie here can attest to that.”

Tucker stared at his friend in shock. “Dude, you hooked up with her friend? That’s foul.”

“We made out one time,” Dean rolled his eyes. “Plus we were both super drunk. I doubt she even cares.” He stared as you twirled and then wrapped your arms around Naomi’s neck.

Beau patted his shoulder. “Oh no, she definitely doesn’t. I’ve caught her hooking up with other people, like, three times since then.”

Dean silently prayed that you would not let that ruin whatever moment you two had at the watering hose. If you had even considered that a moment.

He definitely did.

Logan opened up his mouth again, “If she actually cared, she’d be blowing up at you by now.”

The three of them made faces of agreement. (“Yeah.”) (“Probably.”) (“For sure.”)

A new voiced hopped into conversation. “Who are we talking about?”

It was Garrett. He had finally returned with four beer bottles, passing them out to each of his friends. He had already hit his one drink limit for the night.

“Dean’s new conquest,” Logan answered, using his teeth to bite off the bottle cap.

Again, Dean rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Don’t call her that. She’s just my partner.”

“Was she just your partner when you two were practically doing it in front of everyone earlier today?” Beau asked.

“I’m pretty sure she was joking and not actually into it.”

Tucker perked up. “Wait, what happened?”

Dean’s eyes went back to watching you. “Nothing. We were just messing around with the water hose.”

He had noticed a while ago that your hands were constantly tugging at the bottom of your dress. Even now, he knew his friends were staring at your ass. If he could yank out each of their eyeballs, he would.

“Seriously guys. Stop drooling over her like perverts,” Dean groaned. “She’s actually really cool when she’s not yelling at me for being a dick.”

Garrett nodded and looked at Logan with a sarcastic smile. “She’s cool, he says.”

Logan made the same face. “When she’s not yelling,” he clarified.

Tucker swallowed, watching the scene in front of them unfold. “Uh-oh.”

Everyone’s gazes followed whatever had Tucker’s attention. Two random guys had walked up behind you and Naomi. Crowding and separating you both, they pulled each of you into their arms to dance.

Naomi seemed to be into them, but it was obvious that you were not. You lightly pushed back the guy that had his hands on you.

Dean lowered his bottle to his side, tensing up at the sight. His friends were prepared to back him up if anything were to happen. They may be immature at times, but they knew when to wise up and step in when guys made girls uncomfortable.

He saw you say something before you gestured to Naomi. He nodded and joined his friend. You gave her two thumbs up before parting ways.

Dean relaxed. It was pathetic how attached he became to you in only a matter of hours.

As you walked away, your eyes locked with his. Time slowed and the crowd around you began to blur slowly. He felt like you were the only person in the room with him. He wanted to swoop you away and keep you forever.

You smiled brightly at him and waved, heading closer in his direction.

Garrett and Logan scoffed. The latter mumbling, “And you said she didn’t like you.”

“Here she comes,” Beau sang childishly when you were close enough to the group.

You stepped right up to Dean. “Hey partner,” you greeted, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. You hugged him tight, feeling that same warm buzz from earlier.

He wrapped one of his arms around your waist. Up close, you looked even more pretty. You smelled like mangos and coconut.

Dean decided that was his new favorite scent.

He opened his mouth to introduce you to his friends, but they were completely distracted by the way your dress slid up with every movement. He glared at them and adjusted the bottom of your dress with his hand.

“What the fuck did I just say?” he hissed at them quietly.

You did not hear him. You also did not mind his protective gesture at all. If anything, it made your heart race faster. “Thanks,” you whispered quietly in his ear.

He pulled back and nodded. “How’s the ribs?” He chugged some of his beer.

You hate that he remembered that tiny detail from today. “They aren’t broken so that’s good news. Can’t really laugh too hard right now, so don’t say or do anything funny.”

Beau burst out laughing. “Well then you won’t have any trouble there. Dean’s not that funny.”

You ignored Beau’s insult and smiled politely at him instead. “Hi Beau! How’sit going?”

Beau grinned up at Dean and then back at you. “Awesome now that you’re here. That’s a pretty dress you got there.”

Your cheeks burned and you were suddenly shy again. “Thank you. My roommate convinced me to wear it.”

You pointed over your shoulder to Naomi, who was having the time of her life. Both guys were kissing the sides of her neck and running their hands over her body.

“She’s kind of occupied at the moment,” you giggled. The sound made the corner of Dean’s lips lift.

Tucker nodded and tried to be subtle with his question. “So, she’s single?”

Ok, so. Not subtle at all.

The pitch in your voice grew higher. “Ohmygosh, yes! You’d love Naomi. She’s a bit of a party girl, but she’s so much fun to be around and she’s such a good sister.”

Your words settled into the air. Garrett furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “She’s your sister too?”

“Sorority sister. C’mon man, keep up,” Dean clarified. He glanced down at you and extended his arm towards the group. “These are my idiot friends and teammates. That’s John Logan, John Tucker, and Garrett Graham.”

“So, there’s two Johns. Ok, that’s not confusing at all,” you joked.

“That’s why we just call them Logan and Tucker.”

You introduced yourself and examined each male. It was criminal how good looking they all were. It took you a second before the sudden realization hit you and you snapped your fingers. “Oh wait, I know you guys! You play hockey, right?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Tucker confirmed proudly.

“One of my friends took me to a game once. I was mostly there for a hot dog. It was really good, in case you were wondering. I was too embarrassed to buy another one, so I started paying attention to the game and suddenly, I was yelling out insults to the other team. It was a huge mess, almost got my ass kicked. Anyways, you guys killed it!”

Everyone laughed, making you feel warm inside.

“We appreciate the support,” Garrett said, a real smile on his face.

Logan being Logan made a comment. “I guess we’ll have to make sure you have an endless supply of hot dogs for you the next time you come watch a game.”

“I guess so! I’ve been dying to ask Dean this question. Are your teeth fake? I heard hockey players get them knocked out all the time.”

Tucker ducked his head and snickered before he raised it up again, “Nah. These pearly whites are all mine.” He flashed her a charming smile. Logan and Garrett declared theirs to be real as well.

You nodded your head and then looked up at Dean. “What about you? Are your teeth real?”

He shook his head, drinking his beer before responding, “Mine are all wooden.”

You shook your head at him, amused by his joke.

As your conversation went on, you both began gravitating even closer together. Eventually, his arm came up and rested around your shoulders, beer dangling from his fingers in front of your face. You playfully moved his hand down when Garrett was in the middle of telling a story.

He leaned down to your level and whispered in your ear. “My bad.”

Occasionally, you’d glance over your shoulder to keep an eye on Naomi. She had gone from making out with two guys to making out with one of the brunettes from the kitchen.

Jeez, this girl really loves kissing people.

You made a mental note to remind her later about catching mono.

Dean’s friends noticed the way he stared at you. He looked like a human version of the heart eyes emoji. They decided they liked you. You were funny and easy to talk to. It was an upgrade from the girls he usually hooked up with. Most of the time, the boys never caught their names because they never stayed long enough for there to be an introduction.

Eventually, the three boys decided to call it a night. They weren’t big fans of frat parties, only had shown up to hang out with Dean and Beau. They said goodbye to you and invited you over to hang out sometime. You happily accepted.

“You guys should totally come watch tomorrow,” you suggested, not seeing that your partner was shaking his head next to you.

“No, they should definitely not.”

You glanced up at him with a pout on your lips.

“Oh, we’re definitely coming,” Garrett decided. “I’m not missing the opportunity to see you in action.”

You reached up and pat Dean’s chest two times. “I can’t give myself all the credit. Dean carried the team today.”

“Oh c’mon, you did great!” he objected. “You know, when you weren’t slipping on your ass and getting hit in the face with bowling pins.”

An hour later, you were headed outside with Dean.

It was a lot more quiet out here than it was when you first arrived. You held onto the railing of the porch, slowly sitting down on the steps. He joined you, handing you one of the waters.

“Thank you,” you said softly.

He always seemed to match your tone. “No problem, pretty girl.”

You pressed your legs together and pointed them in his direction, pulling down your dress to cover your thighs. His legs were spread wide, elbows resting on them.

“You have fun tonight?” he asked.

You hummed out a mhm and drank your water. You were slightly out of breath when you pulled the bottle away from your lips. “Did you?”

He shrugged. “It was alright. Definitely got better when you showed up,” he teased.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re totally lying.”

“Swear on my life. I was so bored without you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Dean Di Laurentis bored at a party? Sounds made up to me.”

“Hey, it can happen,” he held his hands up. “I was hoping you’d show up. Figured we could hang out without the pressure to win.”

“There’s, like, a hundred other girls who would love to be hanging out with you right now.”

“Yeah,” he laughed softly, looking down at the ground in front of him. “But, I’m sitting here with you instead. I actually prefer it this way. Wouldn’t mind having you around for a little longer.”

You grew silent. The only things that could be heard was the sound of you chugging more of your water and the muffled music coming from inside.

“You say that to all your girls?” you joked, breaking the silence.

He shook his head and looked at you properly, no sign of teasing on his face. “I haven’t found the right one.”

Your heart clenched at that. You pushed his shoulder gently, trying to laugh your way out of falling for his tricks. “You’re so full of shit.”

His eyes wandered over your face, taking in all the details. The curve of your nose, the small smudge of your mascara on your waterline, the color of your eyes, the shiny lipgloss on your lips that looked so soft. You were honestly so pretty, it hurt.

“Why’re you staring at me like that?” Your voice was quiet with vulnerability.

He was going to be honest. “Because you’re beautiful.”

That was so corny.

You placed your hand on his arm and pushed him again. “Oh my god, Dean! Shut up.”

You tried really hard to hide the amusement he gave you.

Before you could pull your hand back, he grabbed it. You stilled. His eyes were holding yours with his relaxed gaze. You swallowed nervously, already sober just by the tension alone.

“Can I—?”

The door opened suddenly, scaring them both. You freed your hand out of his grip and fixed your attention on the two figures heading towards you. It was Beau and Naomi. He was holding her up as she stumbled ungracefully.

“I think your friend is done for the night,” Beau grunted. He was trying his best to hold her up, but her body was dead weight and slumped against him.

You sighed and stood up. “Naomi,” you started.

“Don’t be mad at me.” She sounded as if she was going to cry. “I didn’t mean to drink so much.”

Dean followed you as you grabbed your best friend from Beau’s arms. You almost tumbled to the ground yourself with how heavy she felt. Dean caught you, holding you both up.

“You really got to learn how to be careful,” he whispered in your ear.

You shivered and then turned your focus back at the task in hand. “Ok. Let’s get you home,” you groaned as your arms shifted under her armpits. You used all of your might to lift her, but it was useless. You were a lot sober than you were thirty minutes ago, but not enough to carry your friend down the street. You both fell down again.

“Jeez, Naomi! Did you go back and chug the bottle when I left you?”

Beau was laughing, arms crossed above you. He was no help at all right now. You shot him a dirty look and he made a gesture of surrender. “Alright, ok. I’ll help.”

Both he and Dean lifted Naomi up, her arms slung over their shoulders. They began walking down the steps, making sure not to drag her feet. You watched the three of them make their way down the path to the sidewalk. For some reason, you were frozen on the stairs.

Maybe it was Dean’s words from earlier. Maybe it was the fact that you appreciated the act of Naomi safely being escorted home. Maybe you were still drunk. Maybe you’d finally lost it. Whatever it was, you were glued to your spot, trying to rework your brain into making your feet move.

Dean noticed your absence right away. He turned his head back and called out to you, “You coming or what, pretty girl?”

Your lips lifted at the corners and you nodded your head, running over to his side.

Yeah, it was definitely because of Dean’s words.

Dean had suggested that you two stayed over at his house. You had mentioned that Naomi was going to be put on another probation status if she showed up drunk at your sorority house. You appreciated and accepted his offer. You trusted him and his roommates.

The two males set Naomi down on the couch, pretending to be winded. You forced her to drink the rest of your water along with the second bottle you had. “Babe, you are cut off for the rest of the semester,” you told her gently, pushing her sticky hair away from her forehead.

She groaned something incoherent, rolling over onto her side. She hugged herself and shut her eyes. Dean handed you a knitted blanket from the closet. You thanked him and tucked your friend in like a baby. You pulled off her shoes and set them neatly beside her on the floor.

Beau literally peaced out, symbolizing with his two fingers. He walked out the door, saying something about seeing you tomorrow.

“Beau’s nice,” you commented.

Dean shrugged, hands in his pocket. “He’s a character.” He stood awkwardly for a moment before asking if you wanted a blanket as well.

“Yes, please,” you whispered, careful not to wake Naomi up.

He left and returned back with another blanket, this one smelling like laundry detergent. You smiled up at him and then shyly asked if he wanted to sit. He did, politely keeping a distance between you both.

“Hey thanks for taking the competition seriously after I yelled at you,” you joked. “I know you guys always win, but it’s nice that this year, we get the opportunity to too.”

The corner of his mouth lifted up. “Of course. I hate those guys. They’re all a bunch of assholes.”

You chuckled. “No kidding.”

There was another moment of silence before you broke it. “Do you happen to know who Kyle Hansen is?”

Dean scoffed. “Yeah I know him. He’s the biggest asshole of them all.”

He almost mentioned that he was also the guy who had slammed his shoulder into yours when you two were waiting in line.

“Yeah…”

He looked at you curiously. “Why do you ask?”

“Oh! Um…”

He raised an eyebrow. “Is he your boyfriend?”

Your eyes widened. “Oh god no! That would be awful.”

“So what about him?”

You took a deep breath. Telling Dean your backstory was a good thing, you felt. He was your partner. You needed to trust each other. And you felt trust with Dean wholeheartedly. You were just so embarrassed to tell him.

“I, uh, don’t know if you knew this already, but he was spreading rumors about me after the one date we went on. It really hurt my feelings and I was so embarrassed for so long. But,” your eyes drifted up to the ceiling. “I’m better now. I don’t know what I saw in him. All I know is that I really want to beat his frat this year. He deserves a loss for being such a jerk.”

He saw the ashamed expression you held and it softened him. His face was full of sympathy as he stared. He took the risk of grabbing your hand, making your eyes dart towards him.

“What were the rumors?”

You laughed sadly. “You really don’t know? It was all anyone talked about for weeks.”

“To be honest, I kind of tune out everything frat related. Beau’s the one who keeps me updated.”

You couldn’t help but to smile at that. “Once our date ended, he walked me to my door. We kissed and he wanted to take it further. I didn’t want to. He acted like it was no big deal and said he’d text me tomorrow. He obviously didn’t.”

“What a dick.”

You nodded. “Yeah, and then he told everyone I was the one who wanted to have sex. He was going around saying things like, ‘she was so desperate for it,’ ‘she’s texting me non stop begging for more.’” you rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Yes because he’s such a catch that I’d go out of my way to spam him.”

Dean took it all in. He was definitely angry about your situation. He had already hated Kyle for his attitude and the cockiness he had for his frat. He hated him even more now knowing that he hurt you.

“God, I hate that guy,” he blurted out. “Such a fucking prick.”

“He’s also a horrible kisser.”

That got him to laugh. He squeezed your hand with his. “I’m sorry that happened to you. You didn’t deserve that.”

Shrugging, you slipped off your shoes and brought your legs up, tucking them beside you. “It happens. Guys like Kyle get away with everything.”

It bothered him that you were dismissive about what had happened. You told him you were okay now, but something told him that a part of you was still hurt.

He lifted your chin up with two fingers, forcing you to look up at him. “Hey,” he whispered. “We’re going to beat those guys. Ok? I promise.”

“You promise?”

He nodded in reassurance and then gave her a teasing grin. “I’ll make sure he’s sobbing when we win.”

You scooted over to him excitedly. “Naomi and I are hoping for a tantrum.”

Dean pulled you closer against him. “I’ll get the boys to film it.”

“Send me a copy please,” you said and rested your head against his chest.

“I’d have to get your number first.”

You giggled. You were doing that a lot lately. Apparently you were a girl who giggles now. “Ok, that was smooth.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He unlocked it before handing it to you. “Here, put your number in. You know, for partner stuff.”

“Oh yes, of course. Partner stuff.”

“It’s important for us to stay in contact. What if I run away again?”

You smacked his chest. “Shut up. That was such a dick move.”

He chuckled. “Yeah it was. I’m sorry.”

You typed in your phone number and set your contact name as your name followed by the lipstick stain emoji. “It’s okay. You’re forgiven.”

He texted you a simple hey. You bit your bottom lip before saving his number as That one guy from Pike.

“You did not just save me as that,” he groaned quietly. “Give me that!” He snatched your phone out of your hands.

“Hey!”

“Be quiet. Naomi’s sleeping.”

You rolled your eyes and watched as he saved himself as The loml and the bicep emoji. “You are so full of yourself.”

“That is correct, pretty girl.”

You two spent about another hour whispering to each other about random things. At some point, one of your hands clutched the fabric of his shirt, your eyes slowly closing. Dean threw the blanket over your body. He held you tighter against him. And to his own surprise, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head and let sleep take over.

“Dean, this is not the time for your shenanigans!” You shouted.

You and Dean were both standing on opposite ends of the lawn of the quad. Your hands were on your hips with that determined look on your face that he adored.

“Sorry!” he called out, cupping his mouth with both hands. He pushed Beau away from him. They had been wrestling, trying to get each other onto the ground.

“Focus, Deanie!”

“Yes ma’am!” He hollered back.

Beau choked on his own spit. “Did she just call you—?”

“Yeah she did,” Dean grinned. “I can’t wait ‘til she calls me that during—”

“You’re a dog, Di Laurentis.”

Dean barked roughly.

Today’s game was trivia with a twist. Each pair had a stack of tiles that were engraved with a question of the history of your sororities and fraternities. Partners alternated who was supposed to bring a tile, one at a time, across the quad. Once all of the pieces had been gathered, both partners had to write an answer for each question with a marker. Then, they were to put the tiles in chronological order onto a chain hanging from a wooden pole.

The twist was that you each had to run or walk across the field on a slip ‘n slide. The only rule was that you could not slide as that counts as cheating.

“Players, in position!” Your chapter president, Alicia, shouted through a megaphone.

You and Dean looked extra intimidating today with black streaks on both of your cheeks. You had a folded bandana wrapped around your head and you were back to wearing those tiny spandex shorts that he loved so much.

“On your marks! Get set!” Alicia paused for a moment before she yelled, “GO!” and then she pushed down on the blow horn in her opposite hand.

Since you were on the side with the tiles, you obviously had to make it across first. You took a peak at what the engraving said. What year did Briar University officially let women charter their sororities? You were so distracted by reading that you weren’t even thinking about falling. You moved at a great pace.

Oh my gosh, we’re totally going to win this, you thought.

The sound of Dean’s voice snapped you out of your trance. “Come on baby! You’re almost here!”

Your stomach flipped and despite that fact that you were just a few steps away from Dean, your foot slipped. Before you could fall, you caught yourself, wobbling a little.

“Shit, that was close,” you laughed in relief.

Dean caught you as you collided into his chest. You gave him an excited look. “I already know the answer to this one!”

He gently pushed her out of his way. “That’s great, sweetheart, but I gotta go.”

You cheered as he ran off, impressively steady the entire way. He skid to a stop once he reached the end and grabbed a tile, making it back just as quick as he had the first time.

Your hands pressed against his chest to stop him from colliding into you. “Outta my way, sweetheart,” you giggled, taking off.

It went like that for majority of your time. You, reading the tiles while running at a steady pace and Dean, who practically launched himself across the field. On your final go, you made it halfway across the slide when Beau, who had competing right next to you the entire game, had slipped. He fell in your direction, knocking you backwards with his entire body. Your head hit the grass with a hard impact, making you wince in pain.

You heard Dean your name and because you’d two had spent so much time getting to know one another, you knew he was going to run to your side.

“No, Dean! Stay there!” He hadn’t even taken one step forward before freezing. “You’ll get disqualified!” You sat up weakly, rubbing the back of your head. Thankfully when you pulled your hand away, there was no blood.

“You expect me to just stand here while you bleed to death!?”

You held your hand up. “There’s no blood! Stay there!”

Beau was sat up in front of you, apologizing profusely. You waved him off and smiled to let him know you were okay. “No worries. It was an accident.” He helped you stand and handed you your tile.

You thanked him and then began running towards Dean. As soon as you were at his side, one hand cradled the back of your head and the other held your chin up. “You okay?”

You nodded, swatting his hand away. “I’m fine. Let’s win this thing.”

He snapped back into game mode and crouched next to you. You were mumbling to yourself, moving tiles, writing answers, and then switching them when you realized they were in the wrong order. He gave you the answers to the fraternity questions.

He noticed that you had written the wrong answer for What year did the rivalry between Kappa Sigma and Pi Kappa Alpha begin? You had answered with 1868, but Dean knew for sure it started in 1869.

“Wait, that answer is wrong,” Dean interrupted as he grabbed the tile you just sat down. “The answer’s 1869. It needs to be switched.”

“Are you sure?” you asked hesitantly.

“Positive. When I was a pledge, I got asked this exact question while we did jumping jacks and getting slices of cheese thrown at us.”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you went to ask about the absurdity of that sentence, but you stopped yourself. “I trust you. Let’s reorganize and hang them up.”

And so you did, very fast at that.

“CHECK!”

Someone else had just beat you both from screaming the word yourselves. You instantly deflated, shoulders dropping and eyes growing sad.

Dean wrapped his arm around your shoulders and squeezed you once. “It’s okay. We’ll get ‘em next time.”

You crossed your arms, leaned against him, and sighed.

You both felt defeated, especially because you had won third place yesterday. You were about three seconds away from throwing a tantrum like a child, when you paused.

You instantly perked up when you heard Alicia say, “Sorry, that is incorrect.”

You and Dean looked at each other and started jumping up and down like two bunnies.

“Check!”

“We need a check over here!”

“Check!”

Beau groaned from behind them. “Guys, shut up! We’re trying to concentrate here.”

You and Dean ignored him and beamed at Alicia when she finally reached your side. You were clutching onto Dean’s soaked t-shirt with both of your fists. Alicia did not say a word for one minute. Instead of telling you whether you were wrong or right, she blew the blow horn.

“We have our place first winners! 5 points for the red team!”

You shrieked, immediately hugging Dean. He wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you off your feet and spinning you around. Once your feet were planted, you didn’t pull away from his embrace. You looked up at him with the brightest smile on your face. “We did it, Dean!”

Dean bobbed his head up and down. “I made a promise, didn’t I?”

You wanted to kiss him so badly in that moment.

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