Weekends

29- Adoration and Assumptions- B

I found myself walking through the halls of the school with a little more air to my gait as I held Dallon's hand. "I like holding your hand," Dallon whispered to me. I looked over and smiled at him. "You're s-sweet," I laughed. He kissed my cheek and helped me open my locker. "W-why're you being so much m-more a-affectionate t-t-today," I asked as Dallon snaked his arms around my waist and started peppering his lips down my jaw. "I'm not. I just love you, B."

I turned my head to look at his eyes but was met with his lips finding their way to my own. "D-Dall," I mumbled against his mouth. "Precious, I love you so much," his lips brushed my own as he spoke. "I love you t-t-too," I smiled softly and kissed him quickly once more before stepping back and returning to my locker. I was grabbing my notebook for history while Dallon massaged his thumbs into my hips. "Dallon, w-we're at school," I giggled lightly, picking up my notebook.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Steve walking by. Dallon did too, and he stepped behind me, holding me to his chest softly. "I know you see him, baby doll. He won't touch you." I nodded and leaned back into him. "Thank y-you." He nodded and placed his lips on the back of my neck. "Anything for you, B."

The two of us started walking towards our first classes, Dallon's arm resting around my shoulders. "Hey, Bren," he asked. "Y-yeah?" He stopped me in the middle of the hallway. "My parents won't be home tomorrow night," Dallon started. "Do you want to spend the night?" I swallowed my excitement and nerves from the idea of just the two of us being alone in his house. "Yeah, let me t-talk to my d-d-dad about it," I smiled. Dallon was perfect.

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My day was going well. Y'know what, it was going better than well. It was going perfectly. Dallon was great and nothing had gone wrong. I even raised my hand and answered a question in chemistry class. Dallon's smile was so wide when I did that. "I'm proud of you, B," he told me and gave me a flick on the nose, making my face turn a deep shade of red. "Why do you feel the need to do that," I whined and hit Dallon's arm, only receiving a laugh in response.

Soon it was lunch time, and Dallon was in line. Jack turned to me before Dallon sat down and asked if we would go to the movies with him, Spencer, and Nick around 7. I said we could go without asking Dallon because I knew that he would go with me, especially because of the sappy mood he was in.

"Hey, Dall, we're thinking of seeing Oceans 8 tonight. Would you rather see Jurassic World," Spencer asked. "I didn't know I was going to the movies," he said, confused. "Bren said you could go." Dallon looked over at me with an unreadable expression and sighed. Then, I realized what was wrong. He was mad at me. This thought made a pit form in my stomach that was as heavy as a rock.

"Dall, I-I-I'm s-s-sor-s-sorry. You d-don't ha-have to-to g-go. I just-I uh I just y-y'know th-th-thought that it w-ould be fun b-because we never h-ang out with-with everyone," I stumbled. I tried to look at him but couldn't find it in myself. I wanted to throw up. "It's fine, Brendon. Stop," he scoffed and rolled his eyes. Everyone turned to him with confused expressions, and my heart felt like it was beating out of my chest. Dallon wasn't like this.

"Dallon, what the hell? It's not Brendon's fault. You don't need to come with us," Spencer said. I didn't want to look at anyone. "No, it was already established that I'm going apparently. Why would you think I'd want to go to the movies on a Monday night?" I looked up at my boyfriend and almost started crying.

"I-I thought you'd want to come and to sp-spend time with me," I whispered. That snapped Dallon back reality, and his hand immediately found its place in the small of my back. "I'm sorry. I just wasn't planning on going anywhere tonight. I love you, I really do," he kissed my cheek and held my hand in his larger one.

Dallon looked tired. I figured that it probably had something to do with everything going on in my life that always found a way to fall on him.

Then rest of lunch was fine. Nothing was different from normal. I mainly used my whiteboard to communicate with everyone because it makes me pretty anxious to eat in front of people, let alone have to carry a conversation too. The elephant in the room was Dallon's outburst. It was odd but went by unmentioned after he half-heartedly apologized.

Dallon seemed to be back to normal. He was laughing along with everyone and had his arm around my waist with his fingers tucked into the side waistband of my jeans. I, however, wasn't participating in the lunchtime fun as much as usual. I was still on edge. "Are you okay," Dallon asked. I nodded at him and motioned for him to check his phone as I texted him.

Bren 🌻: I'm kind og anxious. Sorry dor nor talking mucg

Bren 🌻: **I'm kind of anxious. Sorry for not talking much

Bren 🌻: My hands are shaking

Dall 🎨: Can I kiss your cheek

Bren 🌻: You know you don't have to ask

Dall 🎨: Love, if you're anxious, I'm not about to add to that by kissing you in front of a bunch people

Bren 🌻: You can kiss me

We looked up from our phones and saw the others at our table subtly staring. They tried to make conversation to cover up their 'eavesdropping.' It didn't help my anxiety. I sighed. Dallon kissed my cheek, and I leaned against him. Everything would work out, even at the movies. It always worked out with Dallon.