IN WHICH — dallas hates your guts. and you’re sure of it.
not proofread ( do i really have to add this? ) / requested? yes : no
part 2 of ; xoxo , kisses , hugs
after basically telling dallas to shut up and leave you alone forever ; you cried.
yeah , you really cried over a boy who couldn’t give more than a fuck about you. it’s probably stupid to cry over him , but you genuinely wanted to be friends with him. maybe not how him and johnny are close , never. you know he would pick johnny cade over anyone. especially you.
honestly , you think you’re his very last pick.
so there you were , sulking in your room writing your thoughts away , doing anything to take your mind off of it. off of the things you said , and the things he had barley given you.
you were mad for nothing. were you? you have gotta be overthinking all of it.
you have to go back to school tomorrow , it sucks , but everytime you miss a day your parents get mad at you and tell you that you’ll fail the grade. you know you won’t but disappointing people makes you feel bad about whatever you’ve done or caused.
with that , you turned off your lamp and headed to your window.
it was rainy out , a rainy night. the only thing making you able to see out there was the streetlights illuminating the sidewalk and the moon that does little to nothing. even with your window closed , you can still hear the crickets. it’s surprising that not a single greaser is out right now. perhaps they are getting ready for school tomorrow , or maybe they don’t even go to school. most don’t.
you don’t care. you shouldn’t.
with a heavy sigh , you crack your window open and the smell of rain hits you. you never realized you remembered the smell until now.
you close your eyes and breathe out , opening them again once you have to turn around and navigate your way to your bed. you slip under the blanket and try your best not to cry.
crying over him is stupid.
the next morning you get ready as usual , you slip on your trusty converse , some jeans , and a worn up shirt. it had a design that faded long ago. you couldn’t care less. nobody looks at what you wear anyways.
you walk outside , giving your parents a quick ‘ bye ‘.
you don’t stay long enough for them to ask what’s wrong.
you meet ponyboy on the way out , and you can’t believe that you had forgotten ; ponyboy walks to and from school with you on monday’s , wednesday’s ‘ and thursday’s.. if he’s not immediately heading over to his sport , sometimes friday’s.
ponyboy seems to immediately notice how off you’re acting , but all he does is ask how you’re feeling. maybe he’s too scared? maybe he’s just fine , or he’s thinking off in his head just as you are.
the whole walk is silent , just awkward eye contact from time to time and only once did a soc yell at the both of you.
you’re just glad it wasn’t like last time.
you had gotten to your school pretty early , people were still outside of the school so you weren’t late this time. ponyboy silently waved you off. you and him only had one class together , and it was at the very end of the day.
you blew your breath , and pushed past the people who were making crowds.
your first class wasn’t exactly your favorite. you had the worst teacher. even though you tried your best to be nice , she just appeared to be mean to everyone.
you don’t know why , but as you were walking , you actually noticed people who were staring at you. which was stupid. you hadn’t even said anything today yet. it was impossible for you to do something wrong.
is it something with your face?
you walk into class just about as the bell rings. the teacher calls out your name.
“ you’re late. “ she says to you. some of the class looks.
“ sorry. “ you mutter , not knowing quite what else to say. you are sure being in the class means you aren’t late. after you had spoke , majority of the class was looking at you. you felt sick.
you slowly walked over to your seat and sat down in defeat , your teacher looked at you , she looked concerned , but only for a few seconds before she began to talk her head off. you put your head down flat on your desk , letting your backpack fall to the side.
a few minutes later , even though it felt like hours , you hear the door open with way more force. you don’t put your head up.
“ oh , that you , mr dallas? late , but you barley come anyways. “ she says —
you raise your head and look behind you. he’s standing at the door and he smiles at the teacher.
“ took me awhile to find out where i was supposed to go. come on , teach. “ he says , walking into the classroom. everyone is looking at him. how does he deal with that without getting nervous?
“ oh , right. hmm.. “ your teacher scans the class , and lands on the table behind you. please no. “ sit behind her. i better not see you bothering anyone. “ she frowns before turning back to the board. dallas shrugs and makes eye contact with you , his smile faded ever so slightly , so you turn back around.
dallas sits down with a sigh , and looks around the classroom. his eyes then land on the back of your head. he leans forward. “ hey. “ he says in a whisper , focusing on where the teacher is looking at the same time.
“ why are you talking to me? “
“ usually when you hate a person , you don’t talk to them. “
you both go silent and dallas quickly leans back when the teacher turns to explain something. once she turns back , he’s back at your ear.
“ listen. i need you to get in trouble. get sent out of class. ditch with me. “
“ what? no. you’re crazy. “
“ come on , i need to talk to you. “
“ there’s nothing to talk about. “
“ come on — fuckin — fine. i’ll do it for you. thank me later okay? “ dallas says before snatching your backpack and throwing it the teachers way. you hold back a gasp.
your teacher notices it fall just about right beside her , and you didn’t even know your backpack was that light. or is he just strong?
the teacher turns to you , and a visible frown is on her face.
“ did you throw that , [ name ]? “
“ get out of my classroom and go to the office. “
you sigh , and you almost break into tears. why would dallas just randomly do that? why does he want to talk to you?
“ hey , so she gets free time and we don’t? what a joke. “ he mumbles the last part to a poor boy behind him.
“ dallas , would you like to join her? “ she puts her hands on her hips.
“ free time? sure. “ he says , standing up abruptly and pushing the chair back when he does. everybody watches as you two go out.
you try to speed walk , to go to the office like you’re told. but that’s obviously not one of dallas’ plans.
he grabs your hand and your forced to stop , you don’t look at him. you just clear your throat awkwardly. pony’s classroom is just up the hall , you notice.
“ hey , look. let’s go , alright? let’s talk. i’ll buy you something. “
“ i don’t want your charity. “
“ i’m not giving you any. can’t a boy ask a girl to walk and talk? fucking jeez , lady. “
“ no , you can’t. not after what you just called me , you hate me — “
“ i wish you would stop with all of that. now come on. “ he says as he pulls you towards the school doors , you put up a small fight before you just give up. he’s way stronger , anyway.
by the time you zone back in from cursing him out silently , you guys are away from the school and under a tree. you try to leave , but his grip tightens again , pulling you right back to where you started.
“ alright , fuck. listen. okay? “
“ are you struggling to speak? “
“ no? what the hell are you — “ dallas clears his throat. “ listen. i shouldn’t have been an asshole to you. “ you nod , bored.
“ and i shouldn’t have this whole time , alright? “ you nod again. and he seems to be slightly irritated now. you’re just waiting for him to say it.
“ you’re a cool person and stuff.. “ he sniffs. “ and.. jeez. “ it goes silent.
“ yeah , sure. whatever. i don’t care. “ you try. “ can i go now? “
“ no , you can’t. “ he says sternly. “ you aren’t going anywhere mad at me. if you’re mad , i’ll be mad too. we deal with this shit here and now. “ he says , pointing at you , and you can’t help but get a little scared.
“ no , i won’t. i can’t. “
“ what the hell , why? “ you yank your hand away , and he reaches out for it again.
“ alright. i fucking love you. “ he spits out and you aren’t sure what to say. so you say nothing.
“ i love you and it’s stupid crazy. i avoided you because i didn’t believe it myself. “
you stay silent , and he takes that as a signal to keep talking.
“ i love you so much. you were always so happy , about everything. you were nice to me even though i was and still am an asshole. “
your hands are sweating. is that sweat? when’s the last time you were sweating?
“ i love you. and i know im shitty , but i’m just shitty. and i really want to be your boyfriend but fuck — knowing i left you irritated that night took a toll on me. i didn’t know what to do with myself. “
“ are you done? “ you say with a shaky voice , and you take his hand that was still in the air. “ because i got it. i love you too , dallas. if i didn’t i would’ve gave up sooner. i just.. “ you trail off. “ fuck , you don’t know how much you saddened me for the past few days. “
he looks genuinely hurt , and you aren’t sure if it’s because of you or his actions , but he clears his throat. “ so , you gonna be my girlfriend? “
“ you ain’t gonna cheat? “
“ never in my life. darry would beat the life out of me. “
“ good. but what are you buying me? “
“ i don’t know , what do you like? “
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ALSOOO.. im making my old fics look pretty so they match with my current writing style since i didn’t have one. bye lovelies!
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