Rules are there to be broken, right?
Dominic Hunt never played by the rules. The campus playboy till the end of time. Half British heartthrob. Hitter of the Year. Classic Car maniac. Rockstar. Ruler of campus.
His life was predictable-a never-ending...
After practice, Dan and Val were still debating which song to choose for the main act at the festival, while you and Dominic slouched side by side at the bar. After finishing the vocal distribution, Dominic was about to close his laptop when you noticed something on the screen.
"Wait, hold up—what's that—"
Dominic froze, his eyes widening slightly before he muttered, "Shit—" and quickly closed the laptop.
"Wait—are you writing a song?!"
A sheepish look crossed his face as he let out a conflicted sigh. "It's nothing.. I've been stuck on it for a while. Haven't even decided on a title."
You tilted your head, eyes sparkling and you shouted eagerly, "Let me help, then!"
His eyes widened in alarm as he quickly stuffed his laptop into his backpack, panicked, "No. Nonono. Drop it."
"You're no fun!" you complained, already standing up from your seat in exaggerated disappointment.
Letting out an awkward lopsided grin, he said, "Sit. down, Meryl."
"You'll let me hear it when it's done?" you blinked rapidly with your doe eyes, resting your chin on your hands as you leaned toward him upon the bar table, elicited an amused roar of laughter from him. Then, unexpectedly.. he ruffled your hair, catching you off guard—
"Guess we'll wait and see, love."
—while giving that charming grin of his. You instinctively leaned back slowly.. feeling the rush of warmth surging through you. You hadn't expected him to.. do that—but it felt nice, though. It felt.. comforting. To think about it, you realized how you'd never had anyone do that to you before—not even Ray—
When Dominic set his glass down and stood up, saying,
"Come on, wanna see something cool?"
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When you arrived at his place, you hated that Talia.. was right—once again. There were indeed a lot of cars in the garage. You wandered around, an awe expression on your face, while Dominic leaned back against one of his cars—the red GT—holding a glass with a big grin on his face.
"Okay woman of taste, which one more to your liking?" he asked, amused.
"Oh uh.. I just see pink classic cars and I'll love them," you teased, not moving your fascination from his unique cars. Dominic laughed, but you're not finished, "But I love when they have cute shapes—like.. more rounded or.. verypointed—"
"The '60s and the '70s then," he interjected with a flare of a pro.
You were a bit confused but nodded anyway. "Y—yeah, probably." You continued walking around, looking at his cars. "Can.. can I touch them?"
