BRENDONS POV
I woke up in a bed unfamiliar, and looked to my right. Dallon was asleep. That's when it all came back to me. I had gone over to Dal's place after school to work on and show him some songs. He had taken the songs out of my hand, and I freaked out because my secret song about him was in the pile. I had reached for the pile, but couldn't get it. Then I started to pout, and Dallon gave me back my songs. I kept pouting, and he asked me what was wrong. I had thought I confessed everything in my head, but it turned out I had said it out loud. Then we kissed. My heart started to race, and I started thinking. Nothing good ever comes out of me thinking. He probably didn't mean it. It was a long day at school, and he was most likely out of it. It's not like he likes- I was cut off by an alarm coming from Dallon's phone. Wake up!! School!! I hadn't realized that it was only Tuesday, and we had school. I shook Dallon awake, he slept through the alarm of course, and I immediately reached for my backpack. Dallon wiped his eyes, and climbed out of bed. In a frenzy, I threw on my shirt and quickly ran a brush through my hair. Then I ran down the stairs, waving a quick hello/goodbye to Dallon's mom and walked outside. I got in the side of Dallon's car, and waited patiently for Dallon to come outside. 10 minutes later, still no sign of him. I texted him.
To: Dally :) where are you? We're gonna be late! I had hoped he was at least dressed. Seconds later, my phone buzzed. Dally :) Calm down. I'm on my way out now. Thank god. Just as I had put my phone away, I see Dallon next to me. Being the wimp I am, I immediately jumped. "I-I-I didn't see you coming," I said, stuttering. He ran his hand down my arm, and chuckled. "You never do." He said, putting the keys into ignition.
The ride to school was silent, but silent was better than awkward small talk. He pulled into the school parking lot, and we got out. We walked into school together, and he gave me a comforting hug before walking to his class. Few words were shared in that time, but none needed to be. I closed my locker, and walked into bio.
Bio was boring as usual, just like the classes that followed. I was relieved when lunchtime finally came around. I got my lunch from my locker, and went to sit in my usual spot next to Pete. Patrick sat on the other side of Pete, rather than his usual spot next to Tyler. I wiggled my eyebrows at Pete as I sat down, and he hit my shoulder playfully. "So you and Patrick then?" I whisper to him, and he blushed. "Shut up! Patrick's right there!" He shout-whispered back. "Just sayin'," I said as I raised my hands innocently. "Just saying what?" Josh asked as he sat down next to Tyler. "Oh nothing," I said, winking at Pete. Josh shakes his head, and turns to talk next to Tyler. Just then did I realize that Dallon wasn't sitting with us. He was over at the table with- I felt my heart drop to my stomach, and my face went white. I stared in shock as I scan his table for the tenth time that second. Jack and Alex. My elementary, middle, and still partial bullies. That wasn't even all. He had the cheerleaders too; Sarah, Jenna, Breezy and Meagan. Why? Dallon knows Jack and Alex bully me. He hates the cheerleaders, too! I sit deep in thought, no longer hungry. "You okay, bud?" Gerard asks me as he walks over to me with Frank by his side. "What's wrong?" Frank asks. They take the two seats to my right, as Dallon wasn't sitting there. "F-fine. Just tired," I say, hoping there wasn't any more questions. Thankfully Gerard and Frank took the bait, or got the hint that I didn't want to talk about it. I smiled at them weakly, and they smiled back at me. I sat through the rest of lunch, mad, sad and in confusion all at the same time.
When the bell rang that afternoon, I couldn't have been more happier to get out of there. I walked down the steps, starting my long walk home. I'd decided I would walk home. There was no way I was gonna ride with Dallon after what had happened at lunch. I had only gotten a few yards before I ran into none other than Jack and Alex; my worst enemies. "Ah, look what we got here," Jack spat in my face. He picked me up by my collar, and slammed me against the side of the school. It definitely didn't help that I was only 5'4, and Jack was a good 6'3. I kicked and flailed, but it did nothing. I was trapped. I knew it was definitely over when Alex threw a punch at me. Then another. Then another. It must've been an hour before someone saw what was going on, and threatened to tell what was going on. That person was Gerard. Jack and Alex immediately ran, and Gerard dashed up to me. "Brendon! Are you okay?" Gerard shook me back to reality. "Fine, Gee. Thank you. Get back to Frank, he must be waiting." I said, giving Gerard a smile. "You sure? You got beat up pretty bad..." He said. "I'm fine. I promise," I said,reassuring him. I was gonna find Dallon, and give him a piece of my mind. I thought he liked me! We needed to talk. Gerard gave me a pity smile and walked off. I hated pity smiles, and that only enraged me more. I waited till Gee was out of sight, and marched back to the front of the school towards Dallon's car.
Of course he didn't love you, idiot I told myself. I pushed my thoughts aside, and rounded the corner, fists balled. Dallon's gonna get it this ti- I stopped in my tracks, and for the second time today I feel my heart drop to my stomach. I don't really know what scene was worse: Dallon with Alex and Jack at lunch, or this one. Dallon was at his car, kissing Breezy. My eyes teared up, and I ran. I ran the 2.5 miles home. I ran up the stairs to my room, and slammed the door. I hated Dallon. Hated him. I don't know how someone could go from loving another person to hating them within a day, but that's what I was feeling. I didn't want to talk to Dallon ever again. He can go live his fantasy life and play dollhouse with Breezy. When I'm in college next year, it won't matter anyways. I lie down and cry. I cry all my anger out, and I cry for everything. Mostly for myself. I cried for what seemed like hours, and finally fell asleep with tears dried to my face.
