Weekends

23- Happiness to Hurting- B

I woke up feeling happier than I'd ever felt. Who would've thought that doing homework at the library could be so amazing? It probably wouldn't have been so great if Dallon hadn't been there. My heart wasn't beating erratically, and I wasn't anxious about school; I was only thinking about Dallon.

The first this I do in the mornings is check my phone to see if I had any messages. Most mornings, I didn't because I really only had one close friend which was Jack, but today wasn't like most mornings. Dallon had texted me.

Dall🎨: Good morning, B

Bren🌻: Good morning

Dall🎨: Do you want me to pick you up

Bren🌻: If you wouldn't mind, that'd be great

Dall🎨: Of course. I'll see you in a bit then, yeah?

Bren🌻: Yeah

Bren🌻: Thank you for everything

Dall🎨: Anything for you, small boy

My heart hammered in my chest. Dallon was coming to pick me up again. Sure, I loved the coffee and doughnuts, but honestly, I was more excited to see Dallon without any distractions.

By the time Dallon got to my house, I was already dressed and ready to go. He knocked on the front door, and I rushed from the kitchen over to the door. "Hey," he grinned, leaning himself against the door frame. "Hi," I smiled at him. He let his eyes look me up and down. "God, Bren. You look great," he said, running a hand through his hair. "Thanks. You look nice too," I mumbled, blushing furiously. I grabbed my backpack from its place beside the door and swung it over my shoulder.

"Are you ready," Dallon asked. I nodded, and he took my backpack. "What are you doing?" He smiled at that. "I'm carrying your backpack because I'm a slave for you. I cannot hold it. I cannot control it, beautiful boy." I went to bashfully acknowledge how sweet that was, but then something clicked. Those were song lyrics. Oh my god.

"Dallon," I started. "I didn't know we were quoting Slave 4 U." His face went red. "You weren't supposed to realize," he sighed. "Y'know what else I realized? That means you listen to Britney Spears." He groaned and grabbed my hand to pull me out of the doorway. I laughed and locked the front door.

"Get in the car, and do not bring Britney into this," he told me, playfully glaring as he opened the door for me. We both sat down, and I went to make an obnoxious remark, but Dallon stopped me by turning on the stereo. His frantic movements almost turned the music off in time. Almost.

Womanizer was on maximum volume and playing from a playlist he had. "Dallon, you love Britney Spears! Oh my god," I shouted. His face grew red, and he put his hands over his face. "Dallon," I started. He sighed and hummed in response. "Can I change your contact name to Britney Bitch?" He tried to hold back his laughter but wound up laughing heartily.

"You can't tell anyone though," he told me seriously. I nodded and sighed at him. "You're such a baby," I scoffed. "I thought you said you like emotional guys." I raised a brow at him. "Yeah not losers who like Britney Spears," I retorted. "Woah someone's having an attitude today," he chuckled. "I hope you still like me though." I rolled my eyes. "Of course, I still like you. You're wonderful." I felt him take hold of my hand that was in the center console of his car.

A few moments of silence went by, before I thought up a question. "Hey, Dall," I asked. "Yeah?" I bit my lip to hide my laughter. "What's the masculine version of a womanizer? Is it manizer?" He turned to look at me with a confused and sarcastically disappointed face. "Excuse me?" I laughed. "Because you're like gay and all, you're not a womanizer, so you would be a manizer," I explained.

"Goddamn it Brendon, stop repeating it," he sighed. "But it's funny," I whined, causing him to raise a brow at me. I laughed and blushed as he pressed his lips to the top of my hand. "Fine. Say it all you want, as long as I don't have to stop looking at you." My face grew even redder. "You look so cute when you're blushing," he grinned. "Stop it. I don't want to be red in the face when we get to school," I whined.

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When we got to school, I told Dallon that I needed to go to the office to pickup a copy of my transcript. He insisted that he should come with me, but I told him that it wasn't necessary. I didn't want him to think that I was clingy. I didn't even know what we were. Like sure, we both like each other and he asked me out, but does that make him my boyfriend? I didn't want to just assume that.

I made to the office safely and retrieved my papers, but I wasn't so lucky on the way back. "Brendon, I haven't seen you in a while," Steve spoke to me, and I could hear the grin in his voice. I took my marker out of my pocket. "What do you want," I wrote. He smiled down at me as he backed me into a corner. "I want to hurt you and watch your pathetic ass bleed out on this floor," he seethed. I felt my heart rate speeding up as he laughed at me.

"No, Spence, I'm on my way to the office to see if he's- oh shit, I have to go." I heard Dallon as he walked down the hall. "Steve, what the hell are you doing to him," he stormed over. I had my eyes closed, bracing myself for the worst. "Why would you care, pretty boy," Steve spat. "Get away from him." Dallon was seething with anger and speaking through clenched teeth. Then Steve turned back towards me.

He punched me square across the jaw, and everything turned black as I fell.