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When she finally trekked back home, Mom not willing to leave the bar to one of the bartenders for ten minutes or so, she was exhausted. Both from the strain the numbers added to her brain and eyes, but from that damned new kid. They entire time she was thinking of what she could have done, what she should have done...

Finally, she staggered her way up the steps and to her room, not bothering to change but rather stripping off her jacket and sleeping in her clothes. She could shower and change in the morning, for now she just needed some rest.

Just like Ali, Dean felt a sense of imaginary comfort. Everything should not have settled back in this easily. They hadn’t shared a word in months, but one kiss is some kind of magical cure all? No way. Life didn’t work like a fairy tale. Not that he was ungrateful for the seemingly smooth transition, he just couldn’t help expecting some kind of rude awakening.

Still, it would be nice if she was wrong this time. She had to choose her words carefully, maybe try one trick after the other to be sure. Or she could ask him outright, save them both some time if they decided to just brawl it out right then and there.

Now, that bubble had been popped, his blanket pulled away, and he felt almost naked underneath. People would talk about the picture Ali had painted in the classroom, and it would become the hot topic just long enough to thrust him in the limelight for the duration of his stay at the pitiful little high school. 

The others in the class probably didn't care. For all they knew, he was just a flirt and was into the Greaser style. Actually, half of them probably just looked at him to judge him for themselves, not paying attention to the blonde. The thought brought a bitter smile to her lips; as if anyone would have listened anyway.

She wasn't the popular girl, just a couple teachers' pet and a professional procrastinator. All around average, otherwise. She didn't show she came from a decent amount of money, and she had scorned the more popular crowd by not "hooking them up" through her family's business.

      “You don’t even know me,” he muttered.

He turned away to stare out the window. He didn’t have to explain himself, he knew he didn’t. God, when did he ever? But for some awful reason, he felt like he had to spill his life story to this girl. For what? To prove he’s not a dick? That he’s more than a one liner and bad attitude? It wasn’t until she dropped the apology on him that he even thought about looking at her again.

Dean watched as Ali slid off of her perch and made for the door. He hurried after her, since he would kind of have to head in that direction anyway eventually. He caught her by the shoulder. 

"I know there are other guys like that." Her eyes searched his, head tilting to the side. "Why does this even bug you so much? A few hours ago you wouldn't have given a shit. Or is it just because you wanted to make your own cred?"

Regret turned to confusion, and that to anger matching his. Why did he insist upon making her apologize and "mean it"? She hadn't done anything wrong! If nothing else, people just thought she was being a wise ass. It was better than what people once still said about her and her family.