When Dallon finds out that Ryan has been being bullied, he takes matters into his own hands.
Also sorry to that one person who pointed out that Pete is the bad guy in all of my stories. I love Pete, I just can't think of anyone else to use without feeling bad (I already feel bad for using him), but my friends didn't respond so I'm using Pete again sorry
Also oop this one ended up being sad
-Ryan-
Dallon
dal could u come get me
Of course, Ry. where are you?
in my locker
Dallon reads my text and before I know it, the door opens. I fall forwards, Dallon immediately catching me and letting me stand.
"Ryan, why were you in a locker?" Dallon asks nicely.
"I-"
"Wait wait wait, hold on, is that a bruise?" Dallon points out the bruise on my cheekbone, his confused smile dropping and now he is worried. I look down but Dallon makes me look at him.
"Uh... yeah, I... um..."
"What did you do?" Dallon asks, probably thinking I ran into a wall or something.
"I pissed off some guys," I say. Dallon's eyes widen as both of us realize that I just told Dallon that I was bullied. What he doesn't know is that it isn't the first time.
"Who?" Anger floods his eyes as the simple word leaves his mouth bitterly.
"I... no one, don't worry about it. I will tell you later, okay?" I say, knowing that I won't actually tell him later.
Dallon thinks for a moment, but sighs.
"Fine."
"Thank you," I say, leaning forwards and hugging him. He hugs me back. I take a deep breath.
-
It's been about an hour and 45 minutes since the whole Dallon helping me situation, and right now Spencer and I are discussing Christmas gifts to get for our friends as we walk to my house on the way from school.
"I don't know, I might just get Jon a stuffed sloth or something," Spencer says. I laugh lightly before his phone starts ringing. He pulls it out of his pocket. "Brendon," he says, a cloud leaving his mouth as he speaks. He answers it and I sigh slightly, another cloud leaving my mouth as a snowflake lands on my nose.
"Woah, Brendon, calm down, what are you saying?" Spencer stops walking, causing me to stop as well. His expression drops and his eyes widen. "Okay, where are they?" Spencer asks. There's a small pause, but I can hear Brendon yelling. "Shit, okay, we will be there in a minute." Spencer hangs up.
"What's going on?"
"According to Brendon, Dallon is beating the living shit out of Pete at the park," Spencer says.
