Chapter 7

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"Sylvia?! The girl who cheated on you 3 times?" My light blue eyes widened. 

Johnny had told me about Sylvia and Sandy while we were stuck in the church a few days ago.

"This is none of your business" He scoffed.

I blinked, going silent. I bit my bottom lip down hair, almost piercing the skin.

"What do you guys want?" Dallas asked.

I shrugged. "Don't really care."

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Dallas got everyone a sandwich. I ate quickly, starving after a week of bologna.

I couldn't stop thinking about his comment about Sylvia.

I sighed, finishing the sandwich.

"Sylvia, come on Dal." Johnny mumbles.

"It's my own business she's changed." Dally muttered.

"She said that the last 3 times!" Johnny said, trying to knock some sense into him.

"I'm with Johnny, after 3 times I don't think she's going to change."

"Whatever my relationship is not your fucking problem." Dallas scoffed.

I bit my bottom lip down hard, trying not to let that comment hurt me as much as it did. I forced myself to keep the pain from showing in my face.

"Dallas don't snap at her." Johnny mumbled.

"Johnny it's fine really... I-" Dallas interrupted me, his tone thick with warning.

"I don't like people getting in my personal shit." He growled.

"Dal, you know we mean the best." Johnny replied, his voice soft.

"Whatever, just leave it alone." He scoffed.

"Sorry." I said. "For the record, I hope you're happy with Sylvia."

Johnny looked back at me, giving me an 'I'm so sorry' look. I had told him that I loved Dallas the last day we were stuck in that damn church.

"Happy as I'll ever be." Dally mumbled.

"You can find someone better if you're not happy. Don't date her just because you did before..". I advised softly.

"I said just leave it!" Dallas raised his voice.

I flinched.

"But if you're happy with Sylvia...." I said, not wanting to piss Dallas off.

"Listen.. sorry." He sighed. "I-I just don't like talking about all this lovey dovey shit and my personal life."

I nodded, still a little scared since he raised his voice at me.

"Please, don't be scared of me doll, I'm sorry." He sighed, looking back at me.

"I'm not." I said, my tone was filled with fake confidence.

Dally sighed, looking back to the front. "Fuck." He muttered. "Ok, let's go back."

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