How could you ask me that?
“Dallas, come on. Leave ‘em alone. They’re just kids.” You stated as you pulled Dallas away from the three little boys that sat on the edge of the road.
He huffed and walked away with you, “They’re in my territory.”
You only shook your head and giggled softly. Dallas glared at you for second before letting a small smile creep across his lips. You slipped your hand into his and turned to face him.
“How come you don’t like little kids?” You asked, staring at the dimple in his cheek.
He shrugged and looked down at you, “I just don’t.”
You two walked in silence to the Curtis’. Once there, Dallas let go of your hand and walked in. You followed behind him, smiling at the boys once you saw them.
You sat down on the couch and propped your feet up on the table and listened to the boys conversations.
“Y/n? Did you hear me?”
“Huh?” You shook your head and looked at where the voice was. Pony.
“What you’d say?”
“I asked if you were staying here or going back with Dal.” He pointed at Dallas who was leaning against the door frame.
“Oh. Uh, yeah.” You nodded and looked at Dal.
Dallas spoke up, “Come on then doll.”
You cringed, you hated when he called you that. It made you feel like he just thought of you as one of his many girls and not his girlfriend of a year and a half. It didn’t help that he had been using it a lot more lately.
“Don’t call me that.” You spat as you walked past him and out the door.
He followed you, having to run to keep up with your pace.
“Y/n!” You heard your name being called and you stopped. The sound of footsteps got louder as he got closer. You turned around at looked straight into his chest.
“What do you want?” You angrily asked, still staring at his chest.
“I wanna know where you’re going.”
“Home.” You turned back around and started to walk again.
“‘Cause I don’t like you right now.”
“Why?” He asked again.
You stopped abruptly and spun around on your heel.
“Why? Why?!” You growled, angrily walking towards him. “You keep treating me like those whores you mess around with when you’re not tied down.”
You were overreacting and you knew it but you couldn’t help it, that name made you mad and he needed to know it.
“Is this about that nickname I used?” His voice was calm still. How was it still calm?
“How could you ask me that? Of course it’s about the name you nimrod!” You huffed and felt a hot tear fall down your face.
He took a step closer but you backed up.
“No. I wanna be alone right now.” You shook your head, turned around and once again started your journey home.