Kat's dorm

[kat]

Kat stared daggers at him for a few minutes, trying to make him burst into flames. How dare he turn her on like that, and then slam on breaks? For fucks sake, at least when she got him all hot she gave him a little something. True, he usually returned the act, but still!
She contemplated on either punching in square in the face or just ripping off all of her clothes hoping he wouldn't be able to resist. Neither option seemed like the right way to handle this situation. She'd never been turned down like that. Of course, she'd only been with two people and didn't make either one of them wait for it.

She tried to hide her temper and rolled out from under him. "Fine, Dallas," she said sharply, sitting up on the bed. "I mean if you don't want me, I guess I'll just have to take care of my fucking self." She mumbled something about it probably being better any way and looked away from him. If he was going to be so rude...well. Of course his reasoning was respectable, but still! The one time she was ready, he wanted to wait? Sometimes he just made no sense to her.

[Dallas Kennedy]

The look she gave him was actually kind of terrifying. But, of course he wanted her. Dallas had wanted her since before they started dating, and honestly, he never really thought that she would be this difficult to get with. Not that she was or sounded like a whore, but come on.. not many girls passed up his persuasion. That was one of the things that he secretly liked most about Kat even though he would never admit it.

"Kat, baby, I do want you." Dallas offered her a sincere smile, "God, believe me I do." He really thought about reconsidering his choice to cock block himself. Of course he wasn't just going to leave her hanging like that, there were still other things he could do to help her out. He sat with his legs folded under him. Would she try to smack or yell at him if he tried something now? Hell, he was just going to risk it.

He crawled up next her her, letting his hand slide up her leg. "You're so hot when you're mad." His voice was just above a whisper so that she had to listen. "I can still take care of you." Her shorts were a breeze to get into but he played at the top of them just to be on the safe side.

[kat]

Kat tried not to smile, but she couldn't help it. It wasn't even the fact that he was willing to help her finish, it was the way he said it. I can still take care of you. For some reason, it felt like it had a little more meaning than just sexually. Like he actually had intentions of sticking around.

She took his hand from her waistband and intertwined her fingers with his. "No, it's fine. I think I'll live." She wasn't really in the mood anymore, being rejected like that and all. Sure, his heart was in the right place, but that didn't make her feel like less of a fool. Of course she still wanted it, but she felt like an idiot. Not that he needed to know that.

She brought his hand up to her lips and kissed his palm. "I'm sorry for um...being a horny freak." She shook her head at herself, and laughed a little.
"Is this what I make you feel like when I tell you no? I'm such a bad girlfriend." She was just picking, but honestly, if he'd had told her how it feels like to to turned on with nothing, she'd have put out a long time ago.

[Dallas Kennedy]

Dallas had gone back to his apartment after the fight and talking to Esme. He was still red faced and hot tempered when he busted through the front door. Kevin was sitting in the living room watching a soccer game but jumped up when Dallas entered the room looking like hell and a dark cloud as he stormed to his room in the back. "Dal! Dal, what's going on?" He had asked from the other side of a locked door. Dallas swung open the door with a clean shirt in his hand and lightly pushed Kevin out of his way so that he could get into the bathroom. "I just.. I just beat the shit out of someone." He huffed, knowing that his friend wasn't going to let it go. "He's an old ex of Es's and I. Fuck. I don't know what came over me." He cleaned his face up and tried to tend to his busted lip. His cheek had swollen up a little bit and the bruise had darkened from a light red to dark colored red with a little shade of blue in the mix. Fuck, that was going to be a hell of a shiner.

After he was cleaned to the best of his ability, Dallas changed his bloody shirt and slipped on a crisp, plain white crew neck tee. His pants had grass and dirt and a little bit of mud all over them and he knew Kat was bound to say something about it so he changed them as well. Now he wore a pair of straight, dark washed denim with a few worn spots on the bottoms where they dragged on the ground. "I'm going to Kat's tonight, I'm not sure if I'll be back or not." He said to Kevin as grabbed the keys to his Chevelle. "The bikes yours if you need it. Keep the girls clean, and don't do anything I wouldn't do!" He continued as he smiled and left.

It was kind of weird being back in the dorms, even though he came here often to see Kat, but she was practically living with him and Kevin now. He held his football helmet in his fingers, inside lay a glass coffee mug that wasn't even his but he took it anyways. He wasn't really sure why Kat asked him to bring this shit but he did and he was now knocking on the door. Her text had seemed kind of pissed off and he was almost sure that Esme had told her about the brawl he'd gotten into earlier.. shit.. A cup.. THAT'S what she had meant. Not an actual, physical cup. God, he felt like such an idiot. He pulled the mug out from his helmet and laid it by the hallway wall like it was meant to be there or something.

[kat]

Kat was livid. How could Dallas be so stupid? Did he not realize that she was ten weeks pregnant with his child, having absolutely no financial support aside from him? What was she supposed to do if he were arrested or seriously injured? Did he not think at all?
Carol's little sister had been one of the people in the crowd, and she told her everything. At first Kat was worried for Dallas's safety, but when Brielle said he walked away with just a few bruises, her fear turned to pure rage. She knew he was a few brain cells short of a normal human being, but he wasn't a fucktard.

When he knocked on the door, she threw it open and yanked him inside by the front of his shirt. She was getting ready to punch him square in the jaw, but she stopped when she noticed that was already swollen. So she just settled for a really angry glare.
"Are you an idiot?" She asked him with as much venom in her voice as she could muster. "You do realize that everything you do now not only affects me, but it also affects our unborn child, right?"
She crossed her arms over her now obviously pregnant belly. It made it a little more difficult for Dallas to argue with her when the kid was basically in the room at all times. Plus, if he made her mad enough, she could just use the excuse of DALLAS YOU'RE STRESSING ME OUT AND THE BABY'S GOING TO COME OUT RETARDED IF YOU DON'T STOP. It'd worked twice already, so as far as she saw if being pregnant had it's perks. Well. Other than the whole...puking all the time thing.

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[Dallas Kennedy]

His heart jumped when she swung open the door and yanked him in by his shirt. Instinctively, he tensed up and expected a slap or hit or something that would inflict even more pain than what his was already feeling. He glare she gave him instead might have been worse seeing as she wasn't saying anything which sent a cold chill pulsing through his spine. He was definitely in for it now.

He dropped his eyes to the ground just as he had done when Esme was scolding him and Chase. He didn't move or dare make a peep until Kat was done spitting fire but he nodded to show her that he was listening. After she got quiet, he started, "Esme already lectured me about how stupid I was. You don't have to make it worse, but you know.. feel free." Wow, you insensitive asshole. He thought to himself.

Dallas looked at Kat's abdomen and pictured their baby in her arms. His dad's words flooded back into his head. Are you fucking kiddin' me? You knocked up-well, guess it was gonna' happen sometime. Yer' abortin' it, right? -No- *dad laughs* Well, shiit, that thang's gonna be a bastard with a piece of shit pop, and a whore of a mother. Sounds familiar, don' it? Oh, send me a few hunderd'. I blew my paycheck in Downstream last night. Dallas clenched his jaw and brought his eyes back up to Kat's.

"I'm sorry, baby." He muttered. He wanted to step closer to her to wrap her up but she probably didn't want to be touched by him right now. "He had it coming though, it was.. anyways..I'm sorry I did it. I agree that I was an idiot." Dallas was trying to keep both of their stress levels down for Baby Bean's sake. He sighed and moved to sit on the edge of her bed. After a short silence, Dallas set his helmet in both of his palms, "Why'd you have me bring this? Pregnant women can't play football.."

[kat]

"I was planning on kicking your ass and felt you needed protection because you can't afford to lose anymore brain cells, but it looks like that punk already gave it to you pretty good," Kat answered honestly as she walked into the bathroom to get a tissue for his still bleeding lip.
She pressed that against his skin to clot the bleeding and then left him to that as she grabbed an ice pack from the lounge fridge. She was back in less than two minutes, which gave her sometime to calm down. She probably would have gotten in a fight by now if it weren't for the kid. Especially knowing that Carolyn Matthews was back. Bitch was lucky neither her nor Carol could fight her right now, since Carol was a cripple an she was knocked up.

She handed him the blue ice pack when she got back in and sat at her desk looking at him. At least he acknowledged that he was a fucking dumbass. It would have just made him angrier if he'd defended his actions.
"I'm going to have to talk to this Chase. What kind of name is that anyway? The only Chase's I know are trans. Does he have a vag?" She was trying to keep it light, so he didn't try to tell her not to talk to him. She wasn't afraid. If he was stupid enough to hit a pregnant woman, he was going to have one hell of a fight. True she was no scrapper, but she could throw hold her own. Besides, she wasn't planning on getting alone with this guy. Someone would stop him before he could hurt her if he tried to.

[Dallas Kennedy]

He nodded extremely slow at her reply, "Oh....." She was walking into her bathroom before he could say anything else, but quickly returned with something and pressed it against his lip. He hadn't realized that he was still bleeding and figured the metallic taste was just left over. He opened his mouth to say something but she was already out the door.

Dallas scooted further back on her plush bed and waited for her return. Over and over, he pulled the cloth away to look at his own blood. He licked his lip and scrunched his nose at the taste that flooded his mouth. Kat soon reappeared and had tossed a chilling ice back into his lap which had almost hit him in the dick.

"No, you can't talk to him. He's a woman beater and a prick and he won't give a shit if you're pregnant. I don't want you to risk it... but you should see his face. It's gnarly as fuck." He made himself smile at that, even though he quickly regretted doing so because the pain rushed back in. "But seriously, please don't." He had a very serious look on his face, which in his case, was pretty damn rare.

[kat]

Kat rolled his eyes, "Do you think I'm afraid of that? Please. My mom's in federal prison for three counts of murder. I was born into a gang, Dallas. Besides, I'm not going to fight him. Do you think I'm an idiot? I want to talk to him. That's all." That much was true. She wanted to find out why this guy was so fucked in the head that he felt the need to beat on women. That was the whole reason her mother even shot her father. The two other counts were just gang related that got pinned all on her.

"But if you're that much against it, I won't do it," she wanted to argue with him a bit more, but what was the point? Dallas would find a way to be up her ass every minute of the day to make sure she didn't go near this guy. And it was probably for good reason, too. Even if Chase wasn't known for being violent towards women, she had a mouth that made people want to hit her. And if one thing led to another...she didn't need to put herself in a situation where her unborn baby could get hurt.

She folded her legs Indian style in her desk chair and picked at the chipping nail polish on her finger nails. "I don't know what I would have done if you got hurt," she mumbled barely loud enough for him to hear. What if something had gone really wrong and this guy had a knife? What if he'd stabbed Dallas in the spine or kidney or his penis or something? How would they come back from that? Or even worse, what if he died? How the hell was she supposed to raise a baby on her own? Or go through with an adoption with no moral support? She knew what it was like to do things out of anger, but...he needed to grow up a bit and stop thinking of only himself.
A small part of her wanted to be angry at Esme as well. Not because she started the fight or something, because it really had nothing to do with her. It was just two egos coming to a boil. But she was just jealous of her. It seemed like Esme would always be a bigger part of Dallas's life than she would ever be. He was ready to fight for Esme, but when Kegan called her worthless and so many other names that she didn't want to think about...All her loving boyfriend did was hug her and tell her it would be okay. Yeah, maybe she would have been upset if Dallas had tried to hurt Kegan, but at least she would have seen that someone was willing to fight for her. It seemed like everyone she cared about had other people that mattered more.

She kept all of this to herself, not wanting to voice this to him, but inside she was seething. Maybe Dallas was right. She shouldn't talk to Chase in case he were to hurt their baby. Because clearly, the only person in this world who would ever honestly love her with no one else in the way was this unborn child. Dallas would always care for Esme more. Kegan would care for Thalia more. Her family was a completely different, painful picture... Dallas could lie and say he loved her all he wanted, but with this fight, it was becoming clear to her that she would always be second best to Esme.