Chapter Thirty Three

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Dan cringed as a blonde, who was nearly four inches taller than me, flung herself upon him. I tried to remain calm as she seemed to press her breasts on him. I also wasn't too happy she called him Daniel, that was my nickname for him. I understand that it is his given name, but he goes by Dan, and I've been calling him that since we met. It would be like if James showed up and called me Gwendolyn all of a sudden.

"Oh my god, it's been forever!" She said as Dan pushed her off, she turned to me, her face soured, "Who's she? A fan?"

"Yeah, I am," I said sweetly, "Huge fan of this guy right here."

"Daniel can't be bothered with fans," she said as if she owned the world.

"Actually, Emma, this is my girlfriend," Dan said, he draped his arm over my shoulder. He smiled and squeezed my shoulder, as if to say 'Please, let's leave now'.

"Ohh," she plastered on a smile, "It's nice to meet you, what's your name?"

"Gwen," I answered simply.

"Are you American? Your accent seems like it," she commented.

"Born and raised," I nodded.

"Welcome to England," Emma said slowly and loudly, "My name is Emma and th-"

"She can fucking speak english, Emma," Dan interrupted, "Gwen is smart. She knows what we're saying. If anything, you might be the one that needs to be spoken to like a three year old."

Emma glared at him. For a second she looked as if she would pounce on me. After an eternity of silence, she spoke.

"I thought you hated Americans," Emma drawled, "You said you would never date one." Her eyes widened, "Are you sure he likes you, Gwen?"

"Oh my god," I fake gasped, "Maybe he's been wasting every second he spends with me just because he doesn't like me. My life is over because I am in no way independent and I really need Dan to like me for me to survive. I knew there was something fishy with the way he starts many of our make out sessions." I looked up to Dan, "I'll get the groceries checked out, okay?"

"Thanks," he smiled.

I quickly scanned the items and bagged them. I turned to see Dan looking quiet uncomfortable, and Emma draped over him.

"Ready to go Daniel?" I asked. He nodded quickly, trying to push her off. Instead, Emma giggled and pressed her lips against Dan's, attempting to make out with him.

"Okay Emma, that's enough," I said as if I were addressing a dog, "If Dan wants to kiss you, he will. But, we have to go, so please let go of him so we can carry on with our day."

"Are you going to break up with Dan?" She laughed and towered over me.

"No, why would I?"

"He was just all up on me and I feel so violated. Why would you date a guy who harasses girls?"

"You're a little fuckface, you know that?" I snapped, "Daniel doesn't like you. If he did, I'm sure he would have left me already, maybe he would have kissed you back. If Dan wants you, I'm happy to let him go after you, but he doesn't he obviously doesn't. I'm okay with you flirting with my boyfriend, yes I truly am. Why? Because, as a girl who spent a lot of her teen years fangirling over him, I know that girls are going to be all over him. But the second he shows any, and I mean any discomfort, that's when I get upset. Now I know my Daniel, and I know he has a hard time saying no. And I have a feeling you knew that too. That's called taking advantage of him. Now get the fuck out of here before I get even more mad than I already am."

"What are you going to do? Settle this the American way?" She snarked.

"You know what, I am."

I reared back my fist and swung as hard as I could.

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