dallas winston imagines

jealous

"You're overreacting, Dal."

"I'm not fucking overreacting, Y/n, he was trying to pick ya up right in front of me!"

"How is being polite considered flirting?! You think anytime a guy talks to me, he's trying to get with me."

"They don't have a good reason to be talking to ya in the first place."

You groan in frustration. A guy in one of your classes came up to ask for some notes that he missed. You gave him them easily because you two had been going to school with each other for a while and although you weren't friends, you wanted to help him. He thanked you and pulled you in for a hug when Dally shows up and starts getting mouthy. You were so sick of arguing with him about things like this.

"You're just jealous," you mumble.

"Jealous? Why the hell would I be jealous of that kid?" he scoffs kicking a rock on the ground.

"Because you think he wants to get in my pants."

"Well he probably does," he grumbles.

"Look Dal, I promise he was just bein nice," you say resting your hands on his shoulders. You really weren't in the mood to fight with him."and besides, I only have eyes for you." You kiss him on the cheek to try and cheer him up.

"Whatever, man," he says shaking his head looking down.

Your heart sank a bit. "I love you," you say quietly trying again. He looks up.

"You mean that?" he asks.

"Of course I do."

A small smile appears on his face and he kisses your forehead. "I'm sorry for yelling at ya."

You nod and head over to his car. He was a complicated person but sometimes it took just the simplest of words.

"Can we go get food? I'm just about starved," you say walking.

"Get in," Dally says opening the car door for you. "I'll buy you something at the Dairy Queen."