compelling / 31 DW
31, “Are you trying to compel me?”
dallas mothafuckin’ winston back @ it again ; warnings - pg13, swearing
compel — bring about (something) by the use of force or pressure.
“What does compel mean?” Dally’s eyebrows furrowed as he read the word off the paper in his hands.
“To bring about something by the use of force or pressure,” I stated simply. “Dallas, I don’t want to study anymore. Come on, this stuff’s too easy, anyway.”
His eyes scan the paper. “Definition of placating. Did I pronounce that shit right?”
“Yes,” you snort. Then, you whine. “Babe, I don’t want to do this anymore.”
His hand finds your leg and he rubs it absentmindedly. “I’d like to be able to say that one of us are smart, alright? What’s your grades at, again?”
You groan, “all A’s and a B. It’s not rocket science, Dally. Not when everything is easy.”
When he doesn’t respond, you take to rubbing his chest through his shirt. “Come on, Dally. For me?”
He groans now, “why do you make being a good little boyfriend so hard? Can’t you see I’m trying to do the good thing here!”
“Baby,” your hand crawls to the back of his neck and begins to massage it. “For me? We could do anything you want.”
Dally shakes his head firmly, trying to ignore your hold on him. “I want you to study, doll. You got the fuckin’ opportunity — use it. Soda Curtis, he regrets not using his every day, you know?”
“Fine,” you huff. Obviously, Dallas is trying the best that he can but he doesn’t understand that you really don’t need studying help.
Dally is about to smile with cocky pride, but you aren’t finished. “Guess I’ll have to try a bit harder.”
“You can’t touch me for two weeks.”
“What the fuck? No! That’s insane,” he whisper-screams. His eyebrows shoot up in alarm, and he grabs your arm. “No!”
“Which is more important, huh? Studying stuff I don’t need help with or doing whatever you want with me?”
His nostrils flame and he reluctantly pushes away the school materials as you pull by the shirt towards you. “Are you trying to compel me?”