She's all that and a bag of chips

You wanna die O'Riley?!!

Courtney P.O.V.

I had been trying to keep my emotions distanced from Dalton all week, but he's like the thunder to my lightning, and I don't know how to feel about that.  And then here we are doing math after school, and here I am totally letting my emotions get the best of me.
"Give it back doofus!"
"Not 'till I see you jump for it!" He says while waving my only writing utensil (a sharpie) at the moment.
He finally give me back my sharpie, but not before ruffling my hair and handing me a newly sharpened pencil.
"Th-thanks... I guess"
"You're so cute"
"AM NOT!!"
"Are toooooo"
"You wanna die O'Riley?!
"You want me to  deny how cute you are?"
"I AM NOT CUTE! I'm... I'm... Strange, weird, ugly, I don't know... But just like, ANYTHING, but cute!"
His face hardens into these really funny looking wrinkles, but I can tell that he's trying to be serious, so for his sake I don't say anything.
"Listen to me, you are not any of those, sure you're a little weirdo sometimes, but I like that, and cute, isn't an insult, because you are. You're beautiful, and don't let anybody tell you otherwise.  If they do, I'll beat 'em up."
He says in a sweet voice, while pushing a stray piece of hair out of my face, and behind my ear. I somehow end up in his arms and we stay like that for feels like hours, until I start to drift to sleep. I feel my eyes droop and I'm almost out, but not before I feel a light kiss atop of my head, and hear someone say, " You don't know how long I've wanted to do that." And I'm out. The next thing I know my eyes are fluttering and I'm in a truck in front of my house. My fluttering eyes are to heavy to beat, so I allow them to shut. I feel my self being carried to my front door.
"Sir, I have reason to believe that this belongs to you?"
"Yeah, her bedroom is the third door to you're left, up the stairs" I hear my dad say groggily, he must be as sleepy as me, if he's not interrogating Dalton right now, of his motivation.
After being carried up the stairs, and being gently laid down on my bed, he pulls the covers up, and kisses my head once again.
"I wish you could know how much I like you, but you chicken skat scare me, I feel like you'll cuss me out if tell you how I feel."
I hear my door creak open...
"Goodnight Dalton...".
"AHHH SH**, SH**, OHHH SH**" he then runs out of my house. And with one last smile I go to sleep.  Z.