Currently getting a tattoo and to distract myself I've started thinking about my next Dalton fic which should be up tomorrow and you guys I think it's the most angst filled one yet 😬
Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of cheating, ooc Dalton
Prompt: "Did you think of me when you were having sex with her?"
A/N: I'm really not sure how I feel about this! I hope you guys enjoy though, I love you all! xxx
You shivered slightly in the cold as you pulled your jacket tighter around yourself as you and Chris waited for Dalton in the quad. You were slightly worried as to where he could be, he hated being late. He shot you a quick text telling you that he had something to do off campus but that he was still coming.
“Are you sure he’s coming?” Chris asked, turning to face you.
You nodded as you double checked your phone for what felt like the 100th time. There was no text from him to say he wouldn’t be coming. You knew he wouldn’t just bail without telling you. Especially not today.
“He’ll be here,” you insisted.
The truth was, you and Dalton, and Chris were going out for breakfast because you and Dalton were going to come clean about your secret relationship. The two of you had been dating for months now, you had wanted to shout it from the rooftops but Dalton wanted to keep it quiet, just for a little while.
Finally, you saw your boyfriend walk towards you both with an apologetic smile on his face, “I’m so sorry that I’m late, guys!” he apologised as he greeted you. He gave you a hug that lasted a little longer than it needed to, and as he pulled away his smile dropped a little, “did you think that I wouldn’t come?” he frowned when you nodded, “I promised I would.”
You nod again, “yeah, I know, guess I was just a little worried.”
Chris, who had been watching this whole exchange narrowed her eyes at the both of you, “c’mon, I’m starving.”
You and Dalton jumped away from each other, grinning at her guiltily.
The three of you sat in the diner a couple of blocks away from the campus and you ordered your usual breakfast. Dalton laced his fingers through yours underneath the table, giving your hand a squeeze. You glanced at him with a nod, knowing it was time.
Dalton cleared his throat and spoke up, “Chris, there’s something we need to tell you.”
Chris looked between the two of you, a ghost of a smirk on her face, “is it the fact that you guys are together?”
“You knew?” you ask with a gasp.
Chris snorted as she cut into her pancakes, “of course I knew, you guys aren’t exactly subtle, y’know,” she laughed as you and Dalton looked at each other, a flush staining your cheeks, I’m happy for you guys, as long as you don’t gross me out by making out all the time or something.”
Dalton chuckled as he kissed your cheek, you grinned, happy that your best friend had taken the news so well. The three of you spent the whole day together hanging out, it was really nice, you were all so busy with college you didn’t do this as much as you would like.
“Do you wanna stay the night?” you asked Dalton, ignoring Chris’ fake retches.
“I’m sorry baby, I can’t tonight, I have to finish a project for class,” he kissed the pout off your lips.
That night, you decided to order take out and watch a movie, as you went to the foyer to grab your food you were cornered by a girl you recognised from class.
“Hey, you’re Dalton Lambert’s girlfriend, right? I saw you guys together in the diner.”
You nod, “yeah, I’m his girlfriend,” you replied with a smile, “how come?”
The girl took a deep breath, “look, there’s no easy way to tell you this, but he’s cheating on you with Eve, my roommate. She’s in his Art class too.”
You looked at her with wide eyes as you snorted out a laugh, that was the most ridiculous thing you’d ever heard. Your stomach dropped when you realised she wasn’t joking, “he wouldn’t do that.”
“I can prove it.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because, if my boyfriend was cheating on me, I’d want to know,” she smiled at you sadly.
The following day, the girl’s words rang in your head as you went to meet Dalton after class, you were waiting for a little while, your stomach feeling like lead as he walked out of the lecture hall. There was a girl at his side, a beautiful girl with dyed hair and a septum piercing, she looked like the definition of cool art girl. You knew it was Eve without a second glance.
Dalton’s face lit up as he saw you, wrapping an arm around his waist, “hey, you,” he didn’t make any move to kiss you which hurt.
Eve looked between you and Dalton, “I’ll see you later,” she shot him a wave as she walked down the hallway.
Over the next couple of weeks, you almost brought it up a 100 times but you didn’t want to accuse him without proof. Until one day, you got it. The girl who had told you about Eve and Dalton handed you one of his shirts, telling you it had been left in her dorm room. Now, you knew you had to confront him.
You walked into his dorm without knocking and he looked at you in surprise, “baby? I wasn’t expecting you.”
“You left your shirt in Eve’s room,” you spat as you threw it at him.
He looked down at the shirt before he looked back up at you with wounded eyes, “I’m sorry.”
“You’re not going to deny it?”
“Would you believe me?” he asked, when you didn’t reply, he sighed, “it was only meant to be a one-time thing.”
Your heart shattered as you felt tears sting at your eyes, “why?”
“She gets me, in a way that you don’t,” he whispers, “she’s not waiting for me to have a mental breakdown about the whole astral projection thing.”
“Well, forgive me for worrying about you,” you hissed, “tell me something, did you think of me when you were having sex with her?”
When he didn’t reply, you had your answer, “why didn’t you just break up with me Dalton?” you felt pathetic with tears streaming down your cheeks, “I would have understood.”
He stood from his bed and reached out for you, tearing up when you flinched away from him, “because I love you, I don’t want to lose you.”
You let out a hollow laugh, “you’ve been cheating on me and you don’t want to lose me?!” you ran a hand through your hair, “I can’t forgive this, Dalton. I don’t know, maybe if it was a one-time thing I could have. But if you really loved me, you wouldn’t have fallen for her and you have fallen for her haven’t you?”
He nodded as tears silently slid down his cheeks.
“Goodbye, Dalton,” you sniffled as you walked out of his dorm and he didn’t come after you or call after you.
