⛔ The Truth Warning

Bad Boys Cannot Be Saved

"Let go of me," she seeths as Dean clutches at her arm.

My mouth hangs open at the ambivalence of the situation. He is grabbing her elbow and her face is tear-streamed, her eyes look blood shot and her nose is in an intense hue of pink.

I'm about to turn and leave and mind my own business but something stops me from leaving.

"Are you okay, Camille?" I ask her, my eyes fix on hers.

She frowns and sniffles her nose with the sleeve of her sheer pink sweater.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I'm leaving now, you should do the same Sunset," her voice cracks as she speaks.

She shrughs her elbow away from Dean and my eyes follow her as she walks by me and then she dissapears behind the door. I glare at Dean, my brows couldn't frown anymore. His hands grab the edges of the sides of the sink, his eyes shooting daggers at his own reflection on the mirror.

"I think this is the lady's room, you should leave." I cross my arms in front of me.

His shoulders slouch forward and his head hangs between his shoulders.

Is he crying?

"Ok, I'll let you-" I turn to give him some privacy.

"Please, stay," he pleads. His eyes turn to me now. "Why do I always mess everything up?"

"Is that a rhetorical question?" I ask as I stride closer to him. My hands travel to the straps of my bagpack.

"No... I have no idea what the answer is..." he trails.

"Well...define messing up." I let my back rest against the sink so that I'm facing him as we speak.

"Dating several girls at once is never a good idea..."

"I thought you didn't date..."

"Exactly, I don't. But girls just never get it..."

"Maybe you don't get it. We have feelings, you know?" I arch my eyebrows as I speak to him.

He folds his arms and strides closer to me. His blue eyes look too ocean-deep for this shallow excuse of a man.

"I like Camille," he blurts out.

"Good."

"She wants hearts and flowers and I can't give her that."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't care about anything in the world but myself."

My eyes blink a couple of times as I process what he has just said.

"Then you should stay alone until you realise that some people are worth caring for," I state and swallow hard as he steps closer to me.

"I haven't met that one person yet..." he pauses, "I think..." he adds. I look up at him and I notice how glossy his eyes look and I feel the pull, the imperative need to save him. Why do we, girls, long to save the bad boys?

"Is that why Camille left crying?" I roll my lips. I bring her back to the conversation because there is this tenaion between us that I don't like.

"Yes." His eyes search mine and he leans in.

"Dean."

"Yes?"

"What are you doing?" I ask him as I lean back.

"Hi, babe, I was waiting for you at the parking lot. I know this is your making out spot so I came looking for you." She smiles brightly at him.

I look to my right and find the red-hair girl. Then, my eyes dart back to Dean.

"Oh... This is your new Camille?" A smirk printed all over her face.

"What?" I ask.

"Yeah I'm the one he f*cks you are the one he dates...?" She asks nonchalantly while approaching us.

I snort as I feel my blood boiling through my veins. Is that what he did to Camille?

"Shut it, b*tch." Dean grabs the sides of his head, "and leave, I'm tired of the entire female species anyway. You are all so f*cking clingy and needy."

We both glare at him now.

Like, seriously, why does he have to be so mean?

I blink my eyes again processing the unhealthiness that a guy like Dean involves. Right after my brain understands this, I walk away.

"Damn it, f*ck, sorry, you don't-, wait!" he calls me, but I don't let that stop me.

I'm close to the parking lot now and he keeps following me.

"Sunset, I didn't mean you!" he repeats the same line he has been saying since I left him in that bathroom.

"Oh, so I'm not included in the female species?" I blurt out as I quicken my pace towards Raiden's car.

He is already there. Lukah is with him and they are both looking at us now. Lukah starts walking towards us but Dean steps before him.

"I really am sorry, you... you are not like them, you are...different." Dean catches up with me.

"Stop that right there!" I bark as I turn on my heels and face him.

"Sun-"

"No. You listen to me," I state as I shove my index finger onto his chest, "Pay attention to my words Dean, I am not saving you, I am not changing you, there is nothing that I can do that can make your life better, you have to do that for yourself, so let's leave this very clear," I take a deep breath before resuming my speech, "I am not dating the bad boy of this story, you and I cannot and will not date because I respect and love myself enough to know that you don't deserve me. Do I make myself clear?" I release a shaky breath while he seems unfazed.

"Wow."

"Wow, what?" I bark as I start walking again towards my brother's car.

"Wow you. I think I like you even more now..."

I grumble.

"You just said you like Camille."

"No, I mean, you are like a dude-friend, it's cool to have someone like you in my life, someone I won't break... I like that."

"So you just have girls in your life to break them, that's your standard?" I question him.

He bites his bottom lip. "Kind of?"

I throw my hands up in the air. "For crying out loud! You know what? You are taking me to the library. We need to talk."

"I wouldn't dare say no to you, babe," he jokes as he lights up a cigarette. "Whose books are we going to open this time?"

"The entire bad boys species, Dean. I need to talk to you all."