I just kissed Dallon. What the hell is wrong with me?! God, I'm such an idiot. I ran into the bathroom and locked the door. I sat in the corner and bought my knees to my face and cried.
"Ryan!" I heard Dallon yell as he knocked on the door.
"What?" I sniffled.
"Can you please open the door?" he asked.
I wiped the tears from my face and unlocked the door. As soon as Dallon heard the lock, he burst through the door.
"Don't hit me or anything, please," I begged as I scooted away.
"Ry, I wouldn't do that," he said.
"Y-You wouldn't?" I asked.
"I could never hit anyone, Ry. I promise you that. I'm not like that," he said.
"T-Thanks," I sniffled again.
"Come here," Dallon said as he held me in his arms.
I cried into his shoulder. I don't know why I was crying so much. I guess I just hated myself for doing what I did. God, Ryan, you're such a fuck up.
"Shh, shh, shh," Dallon whispered quietly as he held me closer to him. "Why are you crying so much?"
"I-I don't know," I said. "I just hate myself for what I did. I should not have done that."
I did not see this coming... Dallon looked at me the way I had done to him and he kissed me. I kissed back and we made out for a good five minutes. What the hell was going on here? I thought he was in love with Brendon, but I guess I was wrong...
"I-I have to go," Dallon said as he kissed my cheek and ran out the door and down the stairs.