"I wish I knew how to quit you." - Brokeback mountain
*WATCH THIS MOVIE IF YOU HAVEN'T GUYS I SWEAR TO YOU*

"Your closet is a mess," he mumbles, slamming my closet door shut with a slight smirk expanding on his face.

"My life is a mess, what else is new?" I grumble back, bouncing onto my bed with a grin of my own coming into my face. I grabbed the folder and notebook, sighing my displeasure out about this whole stupid project.

"Let's just get one thing clear, we're not doing a poster on each other. Those are always the shittiest projects," he announces in a firm tone and I nod my head in agreement.

"We should do unique projects about each other instead," he queries, his green eyes hesitantly trailing up my face and I take my lip between my teeth.

"Well, what do you think we should do instead?" My eyebrow raises at him and he smiles again.

"We should surprise each other," he has a secretive look on his face and I can tell he's planning and thinking with that brain of his. He was always the thinker of the group.

I nod my head, pulling out the answer sheet we're supposed to answer the questions on and I groan.

1. What's your partner's favorite junk food?

2. What's your favorite thing about your partner?

3. What do you dislike most about your partner?

4. Does your partner care what people think of them?

5. What do you think of your partner?

I slam my notebook hard. These questions. These stupid questions were absolute shit. How the hell were they suppose to help us figure out if our partner was a dreamer or a realist? How was this-

"Shut the hell up. I can hear your thoughts from here, so just shut up. Answer your questions and shut up," he ordered, not even glancing up at me and I gasped.

He raised his hand up at me again when I opened my mouth to speak and continued writing his answers sloppily while I clenched my mouth together.

1. Chocolate covered donuts with the little sprinkles on them.

2. His stupid grin.

3. His rude mouth.

4. He cares what one person thinks of him.

5. I think he's the most annoying but lovely man to ever exist. I didn't deserve his friendship then and still don't.

Finishing my questions, I glance up and see him watching me intently. Those piercing eyes flicker down almost immediately and he scribbles his down his answer to the last question.

"Speak now. I don't have to try and concentrate over your annoying voice," he mumbles again absentmindedly, his fingers closing the notebook and his arm muscles flexing as he stretches.

"Your writing is still like shit," I say simply, clasping my own fingers together and patiently waiting for his response. Agitating him is fun now. It's always been our favorite thing to do so why stop now.

"And your personality is shit, what else is new?" he mocks me in a high pitched voice, letting his intimidating glare fall onto my face again.

Sighing, I lay back into my bed. My mess of stuffed animal greets me and out the corner of his eye, I see him picking one up with a grin.

"You still have Mr. Sniffles?" he laughs that laughed I missed so much, that velvet laugh that slid out like liquid honey and a blush crept up onto my face.

"I never got rid of him. I've got all of them still," I blush, pointing to the rest of the mess of stuffed animals, most of which he had either brought for me or won for me at some sort of festival.

"I want to take you somewhere. Get your jacket and shoes on and we're going," he leaves no room for argument when he pulls me to his feet and slides into his sneakers, grinning hard at me.

I quickly get ready and we head out the door, his long legs moving way faster than mine and making me have to take when bigger strides so I can keep up with him.

When we get into the car, he mumbles a quick "buckle your seat" to me and then we take off. He flicks on the radio, and some horrid country music starts to play.

I look at him in a grimace, flicking the station to an Alternative rock/hip hop station instead. My head starts to nod to the beat off the bass and he looks at me with an irritable expression on his face.

His long fingers then reach out, flicking the radio station back to that same awful country and I almost groan. I almost forgot about his horrible taste in music. My own fingers reach out and flick the station back, looking at him with a pleased facial expression.

He lets out a strangled groan and a few curse words before he flicks the station again, shooing me a death glare. Before I know it, we're in a battle fighting over the stations changing till his free hand takes a hold of mine.

"Would you just fucking stop it, Angel?" he yells, shooting me another annoyed glare.

His hold doesn't loosen on my hand, not even when  his index finger reaches out to change the station back to that dreadful country. My teeth bite so hard into my lip, I start to taste that metallic flavor in my mouth.

When we arrive at the ice cream shop, I already can't stop the smile that spreads onto my face. My hand falls from his grasp and I immediately push the car door open. The diet I'm supposed to be on is forgotten when I rush into the shop, Derek walking surprisingly slow behind me with a hint of a smirk on his face.

When It's our turn to order, I'm almost surprised when Derek does for us.

"Can I get the half-baked ice cream for her and the New York super fudge for me, please."
When I shoot him a grin he rolls his eyes at me but I see his dimpled smile spreading onto his face.

When they tell us the payment, I reach into my purse but he stops me.

"I asked you, remember?"

I nod my head slowly, still feeling guilty that he's paying for me even though it isn't much.

When we sit down at our booths, I get right into my ice cream and he watches me for a while before starting to eat himself.

"How did you remember my favorite thing in the whole world?" I ask, the tips of his ears turning a bright red.

"Because it's hard to forget even the simplest things about you, Angel."

I purse my lips together tightly before continuing to eat my ice cream. I should've known that was going to get brought up in this conversation. The tension fills the air and before I know it, his eyes widen at me, ice cream sliding down his face while he reaches for a napkin.

"Your nose is bleeding!." He try's to use the napkin on my nose but I snatch it from his hand, racing to the bathroom. Sure enough, I see the trickle of blood  making a path way down my face.

Fuck, fuck. Just my fucking luck. Leaning against the wall, I breathe in and out slowly, tilting my head back and trying to stop the blood from leaking more.

Once I'm sure it's stopped, I head back out the bathroom. I'm silently glad I finished most of my ice cream but curse myself when I see Derek looking at me vehemently.

"You were bleeding, Angel," he hisses while he pulls me outside of the shop.

"Well, now I'm not. It's all good. Everyone has nose bleeds sometimes."

His jaw clenched and his head shakes before he runs his fingers through that dark hair of his.

"What's wrong with you? Are you anorexic? Are you on drugs? Can't you just tell me? Can't you get everyone to shut up?" he exhales, throwing his arms in the air.

"The only person who's bothering me about it right now is you. It was a nose bleed for fucks sake. Stop reading into things so much. That's always your problem. You always think things are more than what they are!" I snap, instantly regretting it when his eyes meet mine with a look of hurt flashing through them.

"Are you talking about the fucking kiss? You kissed me back, Angel. Then you just stop talking to all of us a day later? You don't have the fucking right-"

"It happened in November of sophomore year! Why can't you get over it already? God! Why can't any of you just leave me the hell alone?" I scream loudly, throwing my own hands into the air at this point. He flinches with my words and his eyes flicker to the ground.

"You were right. I really don't know anything about you anymore I guess," he chokes before walking to the car.

If only he fucking knew.

DROPPING BOMBS ALL OVA THE PLACE!!!

SO NOW WE KNOW THAT DEREK AND ANGELINA HAVE A LITTLE BIT OF HISTORY! *starts singing history by one direction*

Also, I double updated bc wattpad is super glitchy and idk when I'll be able to update again so I HOPE this works. I also double updated because someone sent me the cutest little PM ever about this book and it touched my soul.

I hope you all had a great week and thanks again for voting, sharing your opinions, and even taking the time to read my book.

I LOVE YOU ALL!!!

-Aarika