▪︎𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦,
𝗜'𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁
𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂.
in which an ordinary girl soon finds out that she's not as ordinary as she once thought, all while trying to hide her f...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
♡ 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪♡ 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 forty-four
in the black sea
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
DALLAS DIDNT CALL DEREK.
Mainly because she was kind of avoiding Derek. You see, to Dallas, Derek would've spoken to her mother by now. More importantly, he probably wanted to talk to Dallas about her mother. And by the few missed calls she had by him, it was basically confirmed at that point.
If he peered into her life any more - she'd have to start calling him dad too.
And Dallas did not need any more suffocating parents.
As she dropped on the bottom of the stairs with her coat slung over her shoulder, her pathway was blocked by her mother. "I'm taking to you to school today."
She gave her an unimpressed look. "Thanks but no thanks."
She attempted to push past her but her wrist was clutched. "I'm driving past there anyway. Peter got into some sort of accident. Thinks somebody's after him."
Dallas kept her bored look. "Shame they missed." she tried to pull her arm away but her grip never budged. "I don't need a ride!"
"Its too far to walk. You've been avoiding that boyfriend of yours like the plague, your dad is busy with work and I'm the only shot you've got." Marilyn crossed her arms. "Come on Dallie, I just want to talk. That's all."
With her jaw clenched, Dallas drooped her shoulders. "Don't call me that." she hissed. "You don't get to call me that." she gave in while walking towards the door.
In Marilyn's eyes, it was a small win. A daughter barely wanting to be around her mother was better than one not wanting to be around them at all. Hiding the relieved look on her face, she pulled a pair of sunglasses from her bag and wrapped a scarf around her head. Even so, people in this town still believed she was dead.
The seats were a little too close for liking for Dallas. It's not like she could project her attention onto her phone instead since there was usually an incoming call from one of the people she was avoiding.
"No cheer gear today?" Marilyn attempted to spark up a light-hearted conversation with her daughter as she placed both hands on the steering wheel. "You didn't quit, did you?"
"Laid off." Dallas mumbled. "Better fit for lacrosse according to Coach. Why do you care, anyway?" the girl snapped her head to her mother as trees and houses swayed past the windows.
