Dylan has always one to never be able to hide his emotions. Luckily, he didn't have to, since Scarlett was always at his side.
Until Dallas comes along. That boy takes his heart and keeps it hidden away, unable for Dylan to ever find back. And just...
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Tw: Panic Attack
Tw: Homphobic language (My hands were trembling so hard)
~Monday (Two days later)
Dallas hasn't called nor has he texted.
Or maybe it's my phone, that's been dead for the whole weekend.
With trembling hands, I drive to school. I'm not ready for what's about to happen.
I've never been rejected before, and I'm trying to keep it like that. I'll just avoid him, like I've been doing for the past few months. No way am I risking crying at school.
After Mom snapped at Jason, I've been feeling anxious all the time. I know she was helping me, but I was alright. Those were things that happen on regular base, it's nothing new.
I park at school and see Scarlett leaning against her car. I get out and see her straightening her back. "You fricking traitor!" I yell at her.
I feel tears behind my eyes, but push her slightly. She laughs and wraps her arms around me. I hugs tightly back, feeling the anxiety ease.
I sob. I don't want to face anyone right now, I just want her hug. I sob a little more, now totally crying. Great.
At least we aren't in school yet.
She pulls back, slightly. I shake ly head, trying to get her back in the hug. She doesn't move. "Dyl, what's wrong? Is it because of last Friday? Oh my God, I'm so sorry!"
I shake my head and wipe my tears away. "N-no, that's not it. I just... I'm scared it's all a joke, you know? I like him a lot, and to think it's all some prank scares me," I sob.
I'm not lying. I'm not upset about Friday, she did for good, but it's just the things that happend after that upset me.
"Good thing it isn't, then," I hear Dallas from behind me. I look up at Scarlett with wide eyes, but I see surprise in them too. Means she didn't ask him to come here, means he came here at his own.
No. Fuck no.
I swallow and try to wipe my tears away, but my hands start to shake too much. I turn around to face Dallas, but can't do it and look down. I'm just too ashamed of myself.
First I'm drooling over this guy while he's listening, then my phone cuts him off and now he catches me crying over him.
"H-hi," I stutter, because I feel like I should say something. I almost can hear Scarlett cringe at my awkwardness. I cringe too, knowing I've disappointed her.
Dallas grins and walks closer. I shift uncomfortable, knowing I'm about to be laughed at. Is this being filmed?
He's close, two feet from me. "Come on, love, let me see that pretty face of yours." He's making it worse. He's just adding up to it.
