A/N: Sorry this ones short its currently 11 pm and I'm exhausted but, have some Dallas Winston :}
words:600
Y/N pov
Dallas Winston. My best friend. My crush. The person who doesn't love me.
Me and dally met through sodapop which formed our relationship. Of course i fell in love with him, every girl does. I fell hard. Like falling from the sky through hell three times and hitting concrete face first hard. I loved every feature about him. Those electrifying blue eyes. That tall lean body. That soft always good looking hair. Just everything about him was perfect and i fell in love with it.
I let a soft sigh escape my now pale blue lips. I hadn't been paying attention and by now I had been outside for at least an hour. I only had on a t-shirt and some leggings. I let out a shiver as I crossed my arms and made my way over to the Curtis' house. I didn't make it far though before I felt strong arms wrap around me. I recognized the all too familiar scent of alcohol. "Dally stop-"
I said before I got tugged to an alley and then I realized it wasn't Dally. It was a soc. I noticed the rigs and my breath hitched. It was the guy who beat Johnny. Terror filled my eyes as he just smirked and grabbed onto me. I didn't know what to do. I froze up. Soon I felt a fist make contact with my face and i gasped as he continued. It felt like hours of just pain. Soon it stopped and all i saw was black.
+An hour later+
I woke up as I looked around. I was filled with pain again, everywhere. I groaned as i turned to my side and my eyes met those beautiful blue ones except they weren't as happy. They were dark and....he was crying? I never saw Dally cry. Never.
"Dally darling, why are you crying?" I squeaked out.
it seemed like ages before Dallas responded.
"I aint cryin." Dally said in a tougher voice.
I slowly tried to sit up and Dallas immediately stood up and helped me. I thanked him quietly as i turned to him and gently wiped the tears from his face.
"Aw Dall...don't cry." I said as I then quickly held up my arms as i felt unfamiliar strong ones around me. It was Dallas. A smile formed on my face as my arms flew tightly around him.
"I love you Dall. Not as a friend. More than that. I cant explain it. Maybe its the way you act towards me, or the way that those gorgeous blue eyes can make anyone do anything. I just...I love you."
I felt Dallas gasp against my neck as he then sat up. He sure didn't look happy.
+Dallas pov+
I bit my lip as i stared at her. "I'm sorry Y/N...I just don't feel the same." He knew he was lying. He loved this person with his whole heart. He didn't know what he would do without him. He could tell he just shattered her heart by the way she looked at him. His broke too. But, he knew exactly why he said it. He was scared. Of rejection. No one would ever guess that the infamous player, Dallas Winston was scared of rejection.
Dallas didn't know what to say. He stared at her face, his eyes grazing over all the cuts and bruises. How could anyone harm that. Dallas groaned in anger as he stood up. "Fuck." he muttered as he then ran out.
And she sat there. Watching him leave cause that's what her dally did. He ran. The person who didn't love her just ran.
