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Watching Dean get arrested was the last thing Allie had expected. But there it was... he was, getting arrested, partially because of her. Who was Hunter Davenport, and why didn't she know anything about him? Dean was someone who talked openly about almost anything with her when they spent time together, but he'd never mentioned Hunter before.
He'd occasionally mentioned his little sister and his parents, but whoever Hunter was had to be awful if Dean was going around slamming his fist into his face at Malone's.
Allie stood with Hannah and Beau as the officer cuffed Dean. Because of the city their school was in, of course the officer knew who he was. "You should know better, Di-Laurentis. You can't just go around throwing punches at whoever you like just because you don't like his face."
Dean tried to argue with the officer, but it was pointless. Allie's eyes were glued to the two of them. "What got him all so worked up in the first place?" Hannah whispered. Beau shook his head remorsefully. "Hunter's... just not a great guy, and Dean basically just got the worst news of his life."
Allie leaned closer whisper to Beau, ensuring that her roommate wouldn't hear her. "Do you think I should..." Her voice trailed off.
"Maybe, but not here. Especially not after what just happened," Beau whispered in return.
"Why are you guys talking so quietly? If you know anything about what's going on here, I need to know too. My boyfriend's the one who's been chasing after him throughout all of this," Hannah commented.
It was true; Garret had tried to pull Dean back, but nothing was of use when the stakes were so high. He'd eventually gotten him off, but by that time, the police officers had already arrived.
"Don't worry, Hannah," Beau reassured her. "It's nothing that other people need to worry about.. It's just Dean. He has issues with Hunter."
"Allie, do you know something about it?" Hannah asked through a slight frown.
Dean heard her name amid the chaos. He hadn't even realized Allie and Hannah were outside with him. Slowly, he turned to look in the direction from which he'd heard Hannah's voice. There she was, standing feet away from him, eyes directly on him. Allie subtly raised an eyebrow, but Dean caught it. Then she glanced in Hunter's direction, who was also in cuffs, as if asking for an explanation.
But what was Dean supposed to do? It's not like he could just out what they'd been doing the past few months without verbally saying something. So, instead, he just averted his eyes for a moment to think. But it was Allie. His eyes could never stay off her for long, so when they made it to her face again, he realized the frisky echo of panic on it.
"I only know as much as what Beau just said," Allie told Hannah. It was true. Aside from hooking up with Hunter, what else did she know? Only what Beau had just said.
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Allie was standing in a dark room with a dimly lit corner by a bright-bulbed lamp. A dark laugh was taunting her. "Who's there?" Her voice echoed.
The laugh grew louder, and suddenly she was standing in the middle of a busy double-laned road. The cars sped all around her, but not right after her. Her legs were stuck; She couldn't move. "Help!" She exclaimed. "Dean!"
But Dean Di-Laurentis was nowhere to be found; however, she did spot someone she knew. Beau Maxwell was sitting in the passenger seat of a car driving straight for her, with an older gentleman in the car sitting next to him. His dad? An uncle, maybe?
Allie's eyes grew wider as the car flew right towards her. She held up her hands to shield her face, but all of a sudden, the car swerved off the road, and she heard a snap. She didn't see much, just a car turned over. Oh no. Oh, god. That was the car Beau was just in, and if he was in that car, hurt-
She awoke with a gasp in her room, breathing shakily. She checked her phone. Four missed calls from Dean. No.
"Allie-Cat?" Dean asked groggily, nestled in the bed next to her.
Wait, but Dean had just been arrested... What was he doing in her bed?!
"Dean, how are you--"
"Shhh, don't worry about that now," Dean hushed with a small, tired smile on his face. "Go back to sleep, babe. It's the middle of the night."
The loud ringing of her phone awoke Allie from her dream trance. She blinked harshly and turned on her side. Dean wasn't there like he had been in the dream. She rubbed her eyes and reached for the phone sitting next to her hip. It was just her friend from back home, which she took, and quickly realized her friend had only accidentally called her.
Scrolling through her phone to the messages, Allie was hoping to find something from anyone about Dean. No calls from Dean or Beau, who really would've been the only two people to tell her anything.
Maybe no news was good news? That's definitely what Allie was hoping for, until she went onto Instagram and saw the newest post on the Fifth Line account.
"Shit."