hot chocolate [sodapop curtis]

CHP. 12

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CHAPTER TWELVE
AH, FUCK.
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"Here," Dally said as he tossed a bottle of Aspirin into my hands. I barely caught it and he laughed at me very noticeably. I rolled my eyes and scoffed.

"Oh, shut up. I bet you can't swallow Asprin without water." I say, taking two pills and tossing them into my mouth.

"I haven't. I guess you beat me." He shrugged. I raised my eyebrows and leaned forward.

"Woah, hold up. No way you just admitted defeat." I stand in shock. "That is not a very 'Dallas Winston' thing to do."

"I thought I'd let you win. I wouldn't want to drive away the one person who actually gives a shit about me." He leaned back on the bed. I looked at him in shock.

"That's sweet. How drunk are you?" I say bluntly, sitting on the bed beside him. He laughs.

"I've had three beers, but it takes more than that to take me down. I'm just being honest. I thought I'd try it out. I don't like it. I'm never doing it again," he says with a straight face. I guess he wasn't drunk and he was just trying to be a good guy.

After that, it went quiet. Dallas looked over at me. In my eyes, then down to my lips. Then back up to my eyes. Damn it.

"I'm not going to kiss you, Dallas. We wouldn't be very healthy together." I stood up off the bed and leaned against the door. He looked up at the ceiling. I almost felt bad, but I don't think I could ever like a guy like him. Too chaotic— in a dangerous way. Not my kind of guy.

"Yeah."

Once again. Quiet.

"Truth or Dare?" I asked. He laughed at me and looked over with a confused smirk.

"I was ready to rail you and now we're moving on to truth or dare?" My face went red, not expecting him to say that.

"I— uh. Yes."

"Truth."

"What's your middle name?" He cringed at the question.

'ooh this oughta be good.' I think to myself, silently applauding for choosing a good question.

"Dare." He switched. I laughed.

"I dare you to tell me your middle name," I say with a proud smile on my face. He sighed in defeat.

"I haven't told anyone this, so if it gets out I'll know who to kill," he threatened with the satan eyes. I put my hands up in defence.

"You got it, chief."

He sighed. "Tucker." I pursed my lips and held back a laugh.

"Please tell me you're joking. Wait- no- don't. It's better if I don't know." I laugh relentlessly while Dallas sits there with a dead look on his face. I take a deep breath.

"Okay. I'm good. Sorry," I pause. "I'm really not sorry, your middle name is absolutely ridiculous." He nods his head. "If you ever had a shot at railing me before this, it's completely gone now that I know your middle name is Tucker."