** a/n: I don't condone any of the following action in this chapter.
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Dalton's POV
St. Petersburg, Florida
The shocked face that Dustin wore was the image etched in my mind as I soar out of my trailer park complex into the St. Pete sunset.
Why did I kiss her? It's not like I wanted to do anything with her, to her…
So I'd admit it. Yeah, I liked Dustin, but she seemed to have her eye on someone else. Someone like Chris Archer, and I didn't feel okay with that. Maybe it was because he's a baseball player who earns a hell of a lot more money than me.
My mind is a fucking trap. It's a record player, playing that same old record so much it's began to skip.
Tsh-ta-tsh-ta-tsh
Fucking breathe, Dalton.
The rush became too much for me. I drove myself to a place where I swore I'd never step place in again.
I couldn't cut it. I needed to smoke something.
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Lucky for me, my friend Bryant let me smoke with him. He offered some pot, and I accepted it.
I hadn't smoked since I was 20, when I swore I'd kick the habit that had started a little after my sixteenth birthday. It used to be pot, but if I were to smoke anything now, it'd be the occasional cigar or cigarette. Well, until tonight.
And it was just enough to where I felt calm, yet somewhat buzzed. It gave me a sense of relief.
“Friedle.” Bryant stared at me (or, at least in my direction), “You gotta tell this girl you like her.”
“But I don't.” I mumble. “I did something really stupid.”
“Well, breaking into some other chick's house is stupider.” Bryant replied.
“I need the truth. This Delilah chick is up to no good whatsoever.” I pick up my keys.
“Dalton. Are you alright?”
“Yeah.” I shrug. “I just needed to relieve myself.”
“That's something you can do in the comfort of your own bathroom.” Bryant laughed, dumping whatever contents remained of his pot. I followed suit.
“Not that kind of relief. Text me tomorrow and tell me about the Lil Pump concert.”
“Will do. Wish you could come, homie.”
“Me too, man.”
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I drive into the apartment complex where Delilah is staying just as Big Bank by iON and Lil Pump ends on my speaker. I grab my phone and text Dustin.
To: Lyons 💚🐯
Dustin, please answer me. I know what I did was wrong.
What's Delilah's room #?
Dustinnnnnn
Damn, I'll find her myself
Getting out of the car, I tiredly drag myself towards the building in a dazed stupor. I've never done something like this before. Seriously, a boy who came from a primarily Christian family shouldn't be doing this.
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Fanfiction❝ 𝒊'𝒎 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒏, 𝒂𝒎 𝒊 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒎 𝒊 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 ? ❞ ━ Dustin Lyons' life is a never-ending rollercoaster. Her mom got remarried, and to top it off...