𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 :: 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯

Three.

SEPTEMBER 26, 1966

DALLAS AWAKENED IN HIS BED with major headache. He didn't even remember a thing from the previous night other than him playing a game that involved many rounds of shots.

Dallas looked over at his clock that read 8:23 A.M.— gym class. He figured coming into school with a hangover wouldn't kill him, neither would taunting random students for bothering him would either.

He got himself ready with only brushing his teeth and finding a pair of dark wash jeans that was just a replica of his other pairs. Over it was his black t-shirt, he didn't care if it was worn nearly three days ago without a wash as long as he got a spritz of his cologne on it, still kept the women throwing themselves on him.

The boy walked out of Buck's with his sunglasses over his eyes and the keys to Buck's thunderbird, also known as the "T-bird".

Many hours as in three go by with Dallas sitting in the corner of every classroom with his head loose and eyes shut. Clock hit 11:40 and he landed himself in his pre-calc class. Surprisingly, he was the first one in but not for the purpose of wanting to be a goody two shoes, he just needed to sit.

Dallas began to drift but hears the presence of Felicity, he stayed awake to bother her all of pre-calc. She felt disgust run over her body when she realized that Dallas was here— on a hangover.

She slid into her desk, not bothering to turn around or say anything.

He leaned over his desk, setting his lips right next to her ear.

"Not going to say anything, blondie?"

Felicity threw her head away from him, looking at him with an unpleasant expression.

"Leave me alone, Winston." She said.

"I see you gave me a new name." He smirked. "Bet I can make you yell it in bed."

Felicity took a deep breath in and lets out a long, to make it clear that his presence annoyed her.

"I know you ain't too fond with me being here but don't think I care." Dallas chuckled in his seat.

For the remainder of the class, Madelyn sat on the edge of her seat, leaning forward to maintain a far distance from Dallas who noticed the behavior and was entertained heavily.

Felicity closes her notebook as the first person to finish the notes, despite all the letters and numbers being just scribbles from her fast writing. Dallas had gotten no work done, no notes written down, and no eyes on the board. He fixed his gaze on the back of Felicity's head— thinking about the amount of balled up papers that he could throw into her hair.

It was his only intent. He rips up a chunk of the paper that was given to him by a fellow classmate for notes, he tears a small piece each time before rolling it up into a ball. His fingers flicked some into the blonde, most missing her or hitting below her hair.

Felicity feels one hit her scalp, causing her to turn around with nothing but a glare.

"Hey sweetheart." His New York accent sarcastically greeted.

"Whitlock and Winston, if I have to ask you to quit interrupting my class again then I will have to send you to Mrs. Smith's office." The teacher, Mr. Windham threatened.

"Do it, my life is already miserable for being here." Dallas challenged.

Felicity gritted her teeth, "Will you quit it?"

"Out of my classroom, Winston." Mr. Windham demanded.

"Catch you later, blondie." Dallas winked as he got up.

"Ugh." Felicity muttered under her breath.

The bell rang— which called for lunch. Felicity gets up from her seat and follows her classmates who were already running out the door. She began searching for Veronica in the hallway but she was nowhere to be found. She decided to go to the cafeteria alone instead.

When she entered the cafeteria— she could see Veronica sitting alone at their table. Felicity approaches the table to see what was wrong.

"V, you alright?" She asked, sitting next to her.

"Symes gave me a D for my essay, my mom's going to freak." Veronica complained through tears.

"Hey, hey, you're going to be fine. Semester isn't over until December, you still got two months from now to bring your grade up." Felicity said in attempts to cheer her best friend up. "Look on the bright side, he didn't fail you entirely for it."

"I guess you're right but what am I going to say to my mom about this?" Veronica sighed, pushing her hair back with her fingers.

"At least be honest with her about your essay, you know how she gets when you hide stuff from her." Felicity suggested.

"Thanks, still doesn't save me from being grounded." Her best friend added.

"Nope."

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