❝𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧❞

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
"Why do you look like someone just took a piss in your cereal?"
I spent the last two days thinking about what Arya said. About everything and what the hell has been happening to me since Finn decided to walk into my damn life.
She twisted my mind in ways I never thought possible. She made me feel things that I never wanted to feel. Things I swore off on feeling.
I never craved someone's approval as much as I did hers. I never wanted anyone to look at me like I did her. I never craved someone's presence as much as I did with her. I craved her. Ever since I kissed her on the rooftop. No matter how much I pushed it aside, I craved her. I craved holding her again. I craved being able to kiss her whenever and wherever the hell I want. I craved having her near me.
"You still have time to get to her. He picks her up soon but if you leave now you just might catch her."
I clenched my jaw, trying to block out Arya's voice. Even if I did want to stop her, what the hell was I going to say to her? After the crap I've—we've— said to each other. I doubt anything between us that can be mended any more. 
"The longer you wait the quicker you lose her. Just imagine seeing her on their wedding day with him. We both know Finn is more into long-term committed relationships unlike the rest of us,"
Wedding?
Marriage?
She was seventeen! What the hell was she saying?
As ridiculous as she was and the idea was, I couldn't help but think about her being close and touchy with someone else, it set off everything in my body. I hated it. I hated the idea of her being happy with someone else romantically.
My mind shut off and my feet caught a mind of their own. I headed upstairs to my room, grabbing my jacket and keys before I rushed back down and out to my car. I ignored the calls for me and got into my car and drove to her house.
My heart pounded against my chest, praying that I didn't miss her. That he hadn't shown up and picked her up yet. 
Stopping at the curb outside her house, I looked up to see her bedroom light on. Her shadow moved around the room through her curtains. From the cars parked in her driveway, I assumed her father was home.
I wasn't meeting him yet. I made my way to the side of the house and climbed up the pipe and onto the second floor before quietly making my way to her window and stepping in. She had yet to notice I was here but yet again who in the right mind would break in like this?
Once she turned around a small scream passed her lips that attracted her brother's attention but waved him off not long after.
Her eyes narrowed at me, crossing her arms across her chest, "What do you want, Dean?" 
My heavy breathing filled the space around us, trying to catch my breath as if I just ran a marathon.
"Don't go out with him," her brow quirked up in question, "sorry what?"