She took it well.

Oh my, I was so dead when they hinted her. I thought I would die. But she smiled her way through it, and I survived.

The bell rings and we walk to the cafetaria, hand in hand again. We should pay attention Jack doesn't catch us, he would kill me. But his class is going to Paris this week, and we're going next week, so I guess we're fine for a bit.

We walk in the cafetaria, but halfway to our table, she lets go. I immediately miss her hand and turn around. She smiles at me, and it calms me a bit. Okay, she won't do a smiling dump.

"Dane?" she starts, and I smile at her. I never smile, but in her company, I just have to. "I kinda want to read and sit alone a bit. Are you okay with that?" she asks and I smile wider. "Of course I am, Willow. And if you're done, come sit with us again," I say and she nods, smiling broadly. 

I sit down and watch her sitting down at a table, two from us. I keep watching, she's smiling as she read and I smile too. I rest my head in my arms, still looking at her. "You're a sick stalker," Noah chuckles and I glare at him, looking away from Willow for one second.

And of course, Delilah managed her way to Willow in that second. I can hear what she's saying, it's not that far. "So, nerd, heard you kissed with Dane? That he's holding hands with you? Too bad if you think he actually cares about you, because we fucked last night."

My blood boils. That bitch. Willow doesn't believe her, does she? 

No, she doesn't. She giggles and turns around in her chair, looking up at Delilah and her friends. They narrow their eyes at her. "You know, D. I think you didn't fuck him. I think he does care about me. I think he was with me the whole night, and that you're jealous of me."

I smirk. She sure got some confidence, that girl. My girl. 

I look at all my friends, proud of her, but they're focused on the scene and look... scared? I quickly look back.

"You're a nerd and a bitch, Willow. I don't know why everyone thinks you're innocent, because you're not. And I'll tell everyone, I'll show everyone."

I stand up, but before I reach the table, Delilah pours her smoothie over Willow's head. She gasps and stands up, Delilah's just laughing. I push her aside and pick Willow up, walking out of the cafetaria.

She starts sobbing in my arms and hides her face in my neck. I don't care about the smoothie and soothingly rub her hair. "Shh, it's okay, Willow. You're okay. I'm proud of you."

Her teary eyes meet mine and I walk into the boys' locker room. "You're proud of what?" she asks confused. I set her down on a stool and she looks up at me. "Proud you stood up against her. You did really good, denying that fucking-thing," I grin and walk to my locker.

"Really?" She pushes her brows together in confusion. I rumble in my locker and find a new shirt. I give it to her and she smiles. "Thanks. Are there showers here by any chance?"

"Oh yeah. Around the corner. I'll stay here," I point and she nods. She walks away,but stops as she sees the communication bord of the old football team. Her eyes widen and she turns around pointing to it.

I cringe. Not all of it in one day... please.

"Dane? What is this?" She rips off the note and shoves it under my nose. She looks mad, really mad. My eyes widen and I take a step back, but she follows me.

She glares at me. "Willow, I-" I start, but she cuts me off. "You're the reason not even one guy asked me out? Because of this stupid note?" she yells.

I look down and nod. She hisses. "You're sick, Dane, sick."

I gulp. "I know," I whisper, but she doesn't listen. The note falls on the ground and I pick it up.

Willow Graey is taken. If you want to be beaten up, go on and ask her out. But I swear you won't make it out alive. She's mine.

Dane Wainsworth.

12/03/2017

I wrote this almost four years ago, when we just met. Jack thought it was just to protect her, but it wasn't. It was real. And now it is completely real and my 14-your-old self ruined it by wishing this.

"Willow," I beg her, but she storm to the douches. She knows I can't follow her there. I groan and kick a locker, hearing a scream from the showers. Dammit, now I've scared her too.

She stays there half an hour, and I wait here impatiently. I can't go, I want to stay here and tell her everything, but damn she takes her time. Finally, she gets out, but she doesn't look at me and sits down where she sat again.

"Speak," she commands and I gulp. She's not looking at me. "Willow," I say and she scoffs. "That's my name."

I sigh. "I know that's your name. Could you please look at me and listen to me? All I ask is for you to listen carefully and try to understand. Try to place yourself in my shoes, okay?" She nods and looks up, locking her eyes in me. 

I gulp again. Her eyes are mad, and she doesn't try to hide it. I hesitantly start with my explanation, hoping I don't make it any worse.

"Okay, so, I wrote this note like four years ago. We just met, and I wanted it to be real. But you instantly hated me and it didn't quite work out how I wanted it to. But all the guys saw my note and they were scared, because I didn't remove the note."

I pause, letting her take in that. She nods slowly, deep in thoughts. I hesitate. "Can I...?" She nods faster and I inhale a little.

"And when we became closer, I told the guys in the locker room we were getting somewhere. And they- they made fun of me and one guy yelled at me, 'If you don't make it work soon, I'll ask her out.' And that kinda broke me, because I knew it would take time for you to trust me."

She gasps. I look down, at the floor. I don't know how she'll take this, but I just threw my heart out to her. And I want her to understand it so badly, I don't want to do that whole path again.

"Dane," she starts," look at me."  I immediately look up, and see she has some tears in her eyes. She stands up and walk to me. I slump a little, scared she'll yell in my face and may hit me. But she stops in front of me, almost as close as earlier.

"They made fun of you?" she softly asks and I nod, still not looking at her. I feel her thumb on my cheek, caressing it. "What did they say?"

I sigh. "That you'd never date me. That your hate would be forever and that I just had to give up. But I didn't want to, you know, because I want you."

I've never been so honest, and I look up to meet her eyes. She's smiling. Smiling. Does that means it okay? I don't know, but I smile back.

"You want me?" She sounds surprised, even shocked. I nod, not leaving her eyes. "I'm glad you didn't give up, because I want you too. No one else," she whispers, clutching her fingers around my collar. I gasp. "Really?"

She nods. I grip her hips and pull her to me, kissing her lips softly. She giggles and kisses back, causing me to groan. Her fingers intertwist with my hair and she pulls it. Oh my fucking God...

I turn us around and now she is the one with her back against the lockers. She giggles again and I fucking love it. She moves closer to me, almost as if she wants our bodies to be one.

"Jump," I say rushed between my kisses. "Huh?" she asks, pulling back a little. There's a little bit of distance between us, and I immediately connect our lips again. "Jump, on, me," I say, placing kisses on her lips.

She jumps and I wrap her legs around my waist. Fuck yes.

Her body perfectly fits with mine, so fucking perfect. She is perfect. I'm kissing the fucking perfection. And I know I'm the only one who ever did or will do that. Because I'm going to make sure this will be always mine.

I'll take care of that.