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25. Breaking Nonexistent Deals

I backed up against a wall, trying to put distance between Dillon and I. "S-stay away, or I'll...I'll—"

Dillon locked my wrists at the side of my head, and I yelped, my heart breaking out of my rib cage and pumping wildly. Through the cracks of light, I could see a devilish smirk crossing Dillon's features. He leaned in, his breath fanning my face as his body held me still against the wall.

Since Dillon was taller, he easily held my wrists above my head in one hand, using his other to lift my chin up. I struggled, but the action only caused me to press against his body more. I whimpered as his nails dug into my wrists, my heart hammering painfully.

"D-don't!" I squeaked as Dillon's face got nearer, his lips frighteningly close. He was scaring me like those guys did inside, all pressed against me and close, but this time no drug was dampening my fear.

A single tear slid down my cheek as I breathed heavily through my nose, my lips pursed tightly. I squeezed my eyes shut, certain Dillon could feel my inhumanly fast heart beat. Dillon's hand brushed against my cheek softly, smudging the tear track.

Just as I thought I would be scarred for life by Dillon's lips, his face angled away, but still so close. I could feel the smooth feel of his skin against my cheek as he whispered in my ear.

"You're too easy."

I could practically feel the shift in the air as if it was a physical blanket being flipped, Dillon's obvious, heavy eye roll changing his features as he looked less sinful and evil, and more boyish and amused.

"Oh, geez, Troll Doll, I'd never touch you like that." Dillon said in disgust as he took a seat against the wall opposite to me. He put his head against the wall and closed his eyes.

My knees gave out as a stronger feeling of relief than I'd ever felt before enveloped me. "That wasn't funny. At all." I stated firmly as Dillon chuckled.

"Yes, it was. You should've seen the look on your face."

"You're mean, you know that? I almost had a panic attack! Why did you even force me in here, you evil jerk?!

"I don't back out of deals, Little Rhi-Rhi. That cheerleader, Sonia I think her name is, never specified what we had to do in here. Seven minutes of heaven for me is having some peace and quiet for once."

"You back out of our deals all the time." I pointed out.

"Those are different."

"How? It's still a deal!" I snapped.

"Little Rhi-Rhi, shut your mouth. Seven minutes won't last forever."

Yeah, but it can definitely feel like forever.

I sighed softly, smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles in my dress. After about five seconds of silence, and the assurance that Dillon would never do anything sexually to me—as a prank or otherwise—I spoke up. "So, how close are you with Waverley?" I asked.

"She's my only cousin." Dillon grouched, annoyed by the disturbance.

"Okay, grumpy, I didn't know she was your only cousin. I have lots, actually. My dad has ten brothers and sisters and over forty nieces and nephews. I don't hang out with any of my cousins, though. They all have their own little cliques that I can never be apart of. But I don't really care. I just get this feeling they all hate my guts just because of my existence. It's kind of like at school."