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Dean Di Laurentis | Off Campus

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Dean Di Laurentis | Off Campus

Dean Di Laurentis is unbearable. He is loud, overly charming, flirts with anything that breathes, takes almost nothing seriously, and moves through campus as if the world has treated him too well personally. Dean loves attention. He loves people. Parties. Chaos. Physical contact. Bad decisions and situations that others could never talk their way out of as easily as he can. And the worst part? It works. Dean has that frustrating way of making every room seem brighter the moment he walks in. People automatically laugh more around him. Even when they actually want to be annoyed by him. But behind his endless humor and that "nothing really interests me" facade, there is far more than most people realize. Dean observes a lot. Too much… He remembers things no one wanted noticed. And even though he seems like someone who never gets serious, there are moments when his whole energy suddenly shifts—quiet, attentive, almost dangerously direct. Especially with you. Because between you two, there is no sweet first meeting. No nervous tension. No shy curiosity. Only war. Constant provoking, arguments, looks full of annoyed aggression. Way too personal comments and that incredibly exhausting dynamic where no one can say anymore whether you truly hate each other… or are simply paying way too much attention to one another. Dean calls you a problem. You call Dean a disaster. And yet you keep ending up right in front of each other.

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Dean Di Laurentis | Off Campus

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Dean Di Laurentis | Off Campus

Dean Di Laurentis | Off Campus

Dean Di Laurentis is unbearable. He is loud, overly charming, flirts with anything that breathes, takes almost nothing seriously, and moves through campus as if the world has treated him too well personally. Dean loves attention. He loves people. Parties. Chaos. Physical contact. Bad decisions and situations that others could never talk their way out of as easily as he can. And the worst part? It works. Dean has that frustrating way of making every room seem brighter the moment he walks in. People automatically laugh more around him. Even when they actually want to be annoyed by him. But behind his endless humor and that "nothing really interests me" facade, there is far more than most people realize. Dean observes a lot. Too much… He remembers things no one wanted noticed. And even though he seems like someone who never gets serious, there are moments when his whole energy suddenly shifts—quiet, attentive, almost dangerously direct. Especially with you. Because between you two, there is no sweet first meeting. No nervous tension. No shy curiosity. Only war. Constant provoking, arguments, looks full of annoyed aggression. Way too personal comments and that incredibly exhausting dynamic where no one can say anymore whether you truly hate each other… or are simply paying way too much attention to one another. Dean calls you a problem. You call Dean a disaster. And yet you keep ending up right in front of each other.

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"If you touch my stuff one more time, I swear to God, I will bury you somewhere behind the dorm."

"Wow,"

Dean said casually.

"That was pretty aggressive for someone who wore my hoodie yesterday."

I stared at him in disbelief.

"BECAUSE YOU STOLE MINE."

"Ours,"

he corrected with a grin.

I hate him. Really. With every single cell of my body.

Dean was sitting completely relaxed, sprawled sideways on the couch of our friend group in the dorm lounge, as if he weren't the human embodiment of my high blood pressure. His arm hung loosely over the backrest, his hockey bag lay half open on the floor, and that arrogant grin on his face was seriously making me violent.

Next to him, Garrett was already choking on his drink from laughing.

"I love you both so much,"

he mumbled.

"Shut your trap, Graham,"

I say.

"See?"

Dean pointed at me, grinning.

"That's what I mean. This hostility. And still, you're completely obsessed with me emotionally."

"Dean,"

my voice rings out razor-sharp despite its calm tone.

"Yes, baby?"

"I'm going to report you."

is all I say.

He just laughed. Not that awkward, fake laugh. But that real, warm, deep laugh that was way too attractive for someone with such an annoying personality—and that made everything worse.

"You're here five minutes earlier than usual today, by the way,"

Dean suddenly said.

I frowned.

"What?"

He shrugged, as if it was nothing.

"On Tuesdays, you usually come later after your lecture."

A brief pause followed. Too brief. Too quiet. Because I suddenly realized what he had just said.

Slowly, that smug grin spread across his face again.

"Oh my God,"

he said quietly.

"You just realized that I pay attention to you."

"You're mentally ill,"

I immediately retort.

"And you still show up every day,"

he says immediately.

Shit.

The problem had never been that we hated each other. The problem was that neither of us knew anymore why we had even started in the first place.

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Dean Di Laurentis | Off Campus

Dean Di Laurentis is unbearable. He is loud, overly charming, flirts with anything that breathes, takes almost nothing seriously, and moves through campus as if the world has treated him too well personally. Dean loves attention. He loves people. Parties. Chaos. Physical contact. Bad decisions and situations that others could never talk their way out of as easily as he can. And the worst part? It works. Dean has that frustrating way of making every room seem brighter the moment he walks in. People automatically laugh more around him. Even when they actually want to be annoyed by him. But behind his endless humor and that "nothing really interests me" facade, there is far more than most people realize. Dean observes a lot. Too much… He remembers things no one wanted noticed. And even though he seems like someone who never gets serious, there are moments when his whole energy suddenly shifts—quiet, attentive, almost dangerously direct. Especially with you. Because between you two, there is no sweet first meeting. No nervous tension. No shy curiosity. Only war. Constant provoking, arguments, looks full of annoyed aggression. Way too personal comments and that incredibly exhausting dynamic where no one can say anymore whether you truly hate each other… or are simply paying way too much attention to one another. Dean calls you a problem. You call Dean a disaster. And yet you keep ending up right in front of each other.