The Outsider Preferences and Imagines (Closed)

Dallas Imagine || A Cheat *Requested*

Sorry I haven't posted in a while I've been at band camp but they will go back to being more often again. This was requested by sydneyand15 thanks for the request and I hope you enjoy!
Stay gold mother Fluffers ✌🏻️
-Lacy
"Buck have you seen Dal?" You pratically shout triyng to be heard over the music.
"He's upstairs, come on." He says standing from the bar and leading you upstairs. He opens a bedroom door and your automatically filled with anger, seeing Dallas laying over a blonde making out. Dallas looks up.
"Shit." He whispers standing up to chase after you as you ran back downstairs and out onto the freezing cold lawn. "Y/N!" He calls after you.
"Fuck off Dallas!" You shout back speed walking down the sidewalk. You feel his hand on your shoulder. The first thing you do is turn around and back hand him striking his cheek. He's at first taken aback.
"I deserved that."
"You deserve so much more Dallas Winston." You admit looking at his eyes, you couldn't tell if he was drunk or not it was too dark to tell from the foot you were away from him.
"Can I explain?" He asks trying to reason.
"WWhat is there to explain? I caught you making out with another girl, you cheated on me, you fucking cheated on me and that can't be forgiven." You turn back around going to get in the car.
"Can we at least talk about this?" He begs from the passenger window bending over to try and talk. You roll up the window and your middle finger leaving as fast as you could and back home.
  As  soon as you walked in the door you threw your keys against the couch with a scream in frustration.
"Damnit!" You yell clearing the coffee table of it's content with your arm everything falling wiht a crash to the floor. "Fuck!" You shout again putting your hands on your forehead in frustration as you started to cry. "Everyone warned me." You whisper sinking to the floor against the couch. "Why didn't you listen?" You repeat resting your forehead in your knees that were brought up to your chest. "Why didn't you listen?"
The phone ringing brought you back to reality. You reach over to the end table next to the couch and throw the phone against the wall still attached to it's cord. the line went dead you could hear it beep. It had to be Dallas, who else would it be? You somehow managed to fall asleep in this position with your knees brought up to your chest adn your head between them your arms wrapped around your calves.
   A knock at the door woke you up the next morning. You stand up feeling dizzy, you wipe your eyes as best as you can with your sleeve and open the door. Luckily it wasn't Dallas, it was Johnny.
"Are you alirght?" Was the first thing he asked. "Dal-"
"I don't wanna talk about him." You admit wiping your nose on your long sleeve brushing hair from your face with your fingertips throwing it to the back of your head. You let him in, his hands in his jean jacket pocket.
You sit on the couch looking at the time. "8:43 am" You light a cigarette offering Johnny one, he shakes his head, you light it with a match throwing the match in the ashtray and taking a puff from the end. You sat in silence for a few minutes before Johnny broke it.
"Look, i know you don't wanna talk abotu him, but we need to. Please just call him and tel lhim you're okay, he's been freaking out all night, he hasn't slept either. He said he tried calling a million times and it kept saying it was busy." He says turning to sit on the edge of the couch to face you. You look to the phone still laying off of it's box on it's side next to the wall from last night. "Oh." He says turning again to face the black TV looking down at the floors.
"Yeah, tell Dallas  to fuck off, he hurt me, he cheated Johnnycakes, I don't think I can forgive that." You reply tapping the ashes off of your cigarette off and onto the ash tray.
"I know, but please just hear me out, please just call him, please, I will not be a messenger bird for you twoidiots because you can't sort out how you feel alright? I'm begging." He pleads. You roll your eyes and end your cancer stick in the ash tray and stand to go get the phone dialing the phone that Dal alwasy called you from.
"Hello?" A very groggily fmailar voice asks.
"Hi, look Dal, i'm fine, please just leave me alone from now on, you fucked up, I won't forgive you and see you hopefully never." You say ending the call and placing the phone back on the table.
"Thanks, if you need anything just call." Johnny smiles standing to give you a hug before leaving you alone. You sit on the couch for a few minutes before going to get dressed you weren't going to let this ruin you and mope around all day. By the time you got done the door was ringing again. You roll your eyes answering it to reveal the person you hated msot right now, Dallas Winston. You just slam the door in his face. He knocks again.
"Please, Y/N, can we talk?" He begs from the other side on the porch.
"Talk." You reply,
"just open the door." He pleads.You sigh in defeat opening it up to reveal him, you dind't notice how bad he looked, his blonde almost white hair was a mess, bags were under his eyes laid down heavily, his icy blue eyes didnt't have that spark anymore, it was dead. "Look I'm sorry."
"Is that it? You're sorry?" You angirly ask.
"No, more than that, i'm angry with myself, I don't know what I was thinking, i'm not gonna lie and say I was durnk or i didn't want it or anything like that because, I don't wanna lie to you, it was the dumbest thing I've done in my life because I lost something I haven't ben able to find anywhere else, you. The girl was nothing, nothing at all compared to you, you didn't answer me so I haven't slept, i've been calling you for hours, tryin to get a hold of you, but you never answered. I'm so sorry and I can't express that enough, it was a heat of the moment thing, i'm sorry." He says tears already rushing down his cheeks, tears gather in your eyes. All you can do is plant your lips against his. "Ain't nothing like that, I love you." He whispers smiling. You smile planting your forehead against his.
"Promise it won't happen again?" You ask.
"We've been dating for three years, and this is the first and last time." He smiles pecking your lips again.