Few Months Later:
*Your P.O.V*
Dean and I have ignored each other after our encounter a few months earlier . There were a few small introduction here and there between himself and myself, but it wasn't enough for him. He regretted to hurt me. I know he loves me the most and would do anything to get me back in his arms.
I noticed that when he's with Renee, she convinced him to dressed up nicely in a suit and tie, and take her to an expensive restaurant that her friend recommended, but he refused. He wasn't one of those guys to go on a date with a girl at an expensive restaurant. Plus, he hate wearing the 'monkey suit' on dates.
He is more of a causal guy take a girl to a bar, diner, movie theater, picnic, fair, and any sport games on dates. I know I was that kind of a woman to him.
I was sitting on a crate while I had my phone in my hand. I was too busy looking at it until I felt someone near me. I looked up and saw Dean.
"H-hi, (Y/N)." Dean greeted while stuttering.
"Hi, Dean." I greeted softly.
"Uh, are you f-free tonight?"
"Why? Is there something wrong between you and Renee?"
"She's not you, (Y/N). Believe me, she's not."
"Let me guess, she forced you to wear the monkey suit and go to an expensive restaurant?"
"Ding ding ding! We have a winner."
I laughed at his humor joke about being a bell until it ceased into awkwardness.
"So, do you?"
"Yeah, I'm free. Is there a reason why?"
"Go out on a date with me."
"I... I don't know, Dean. After what have you done to me, I swore myself that I won't do another relationship after the second time."
"Please, (Y/N). My life hasn't been the same without you. I know I fucked up and I know I hurt you. Please, give me another chance."
He was begging for me to go on a date with him. I was touched, but I don't know what to do. Should I accept or reject? For the past few months, I missed him so much.
"(Y/N)?"
"Dean, I need time. I'll give you my answer after my match."
I needed some time to think about this. I couldn't just give an answer right away.
"Okay! I'll wait."
"But no funny business." I warned.
"Don't worry, I promise." He sworn.
"But what about her?"
"Renee? Fuck her, she only used me for my money."
"Aren't you with her, though?"
"Does it look like I'm with her? I am not wearing another fucking monkey suit every Friday night."
"Then, break up with her."
"I tried, but she took it as a joke."
I rolled my eyes and caressed his cheek. I missed the feeling of the scruffy beard on his face.
"I'm sorry."
"About what?" He placed his hands on my hips.
"I kicked you in the face, kneeled your stomach, and slapped you."
"I deserved them, (Y/N). Really, I do."
"Are you sure? I didn't mean to hurt you with those words that I have said to you."
