Weekends

9- Coffee and Classtime- B

My heart was in my throat when I saw Dallon's messages. I felt bad for not responding to him, but everything became too much, and I couldn't breathe. I wanted to call him. I didn't.

Brenny_boy12: Can you meet me at school at 7 instead of showing up at 7:30?

Dallonjw: Of course

Brenny_boy12: You're not going to ask why?

Dallonjw: Nope

Dallonjw: I'll be there at 7

Brenny_boy12: Thank you so much

How could someone so important be so nice to someone like me in such a short amount of time? I pulled a large blue sweater over my head and pushed my hair back out of my face, securing it with styling paste.

My clock showed that I was running behind schedule and wouldn't have time to drink/ make my coffee. I was okay, though. As long as I saw the only decent person in my life right now, I'd continue to be okay.

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Once I got to school, I saw Dallon leaning against my locker. He had two cups in his hands. He probably picked something up for Ryker or Spencer. "Hey! How are you," he immediately walked up to me with a smile on his face. "I'm okay. I didn't have time to make coffee this morning, so I'm a little tired." He nodded and stuck out one of the cups. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"It's for you," he tilted his head to the side. "How did you know that I-" Dallon put his hand on my marker and motioned for me to close it. "You told me over Skype when we were doing our lab report that you loved light and sweet coffee." I smiled at him. "You have the best smile, did you know that," he spoke with a huge grin covering his face.

A red blush covered my cheeks. "Thank you." He put his arm around my shoulder, and we started walking towards the chemistry room. "Where are we going," I wrote with poor penmanship as I had coffee in one hand and Dallon's arm around me. "To chemistry. Didn't you want to come in early to talk to Ms. B?" I nodded, stopping and looking up at him. "How do you know everything?" He shook his head and bent down to my ear with a smile. "Because I'm magic, small boy." And with that, we walked into the chemistry room.

"Hello, boys, how can I help you this morning," Ms. B looked at us as Dallon held the door for me. "Hi, um my friend Spencer told me that we need to present our lab reports in front of the class for the lab we do next week. Brendon and I are a bit concerned about this," Dallon explained. "Dallon, he really needs to talk. I'm sorry, but there is no way that you two can be exempt from this." He shook his head at her angrily. "You don't seem to understand, ma'am. He doesn't need to talk. Is there a way that we could have the weekend following the reports to prepare," he suggested. The teacher pondered the proposal for a moment.

I was standing awkwardly beside Dallon through this whole thing, nervously sucking down my coffee. "I suppose you could have that extension, but you have to work together in person. I need to be able to trust that you'll actually get together and-" Dallon cut her off. "That's fine. We'll take it. Thank you so much. We'll see you in class," Dallon spoke quickly as he pulled me from the room.

"Thank goodness that's over," Dallon sighed, slowing down but keeping his hand in the small of my back. I felt tears start to well up in my eyes. There was no way that my dad would allow me to leave the house every weekend. "Y'know, I- Brendon, are you okay?" He noticed my tears. "Hey, come on. Let's get you to the bathroom, okay?" I shook my head and reached out for my whiteboard. "I don't want to be a problem," I cried as I wrote. "You'll never be a problem."

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I felt weird sitting next to Dallon in chemistry. He'd helped me calm down when I was freaking out about my dad even though he didn't know that's what my breakdown was about. He was acting like nothing had happened, like he didn't bring me coffee, like he didn't walk me to class, like he didn't walk me to my seat to make sure I was settled.

"What's up, Bren?" Dallon scooted next to me. A smile found its way onto my lips. "Not much. I'm just thinking," I wrote. He nodded. "What about? You seem smiley." I laughed softly. "Nothing specific. I'm just thinking about how much is changing right now. It's kind of scary, but it's also so exciting." His grin grew wider. "Well, carry on with your thoughts," he told me and pulled out his math homework.

The way he looked at me made me feel like the world revolved around me, the way he spoke to me made me feel worthwhile, and the way he smiled at me made me feel like the best person in the world. I couldn't get over how new all of this was. I felt happy for once in my life.

I looked forward to seeing him everyday and waited to see if he was going to message me. I was infatuated with him. Dallon was quickly becoming the be all and end all of my life, and I was equally terrified and ecstatic.

"Brendon, are you in World History with Mr. Andrews," I heard from beside me. I nodded. "Do you know what the hell he want us to do for the assignment that's due next week?" I held my hand out and asked to see the paper. "He wants you to write about the similarities between Classical and Post-Classical Asia." He looked at me with his eyes wide. "I have no idea how to do that," he laughed, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

I helped him work on the assignment and found myself concentrating less and less on what I was telling him and more on his eyes.