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Dallon was walking through the hallway, trying to get to his next class when he bumped into someone and was suddenly knocked over.
He starts apologizing to the unknown person, “I really should have watched where I was going oh god im sorry” as he gathers his stuff and looks up to meet the dumbfounded stare of a boy with dark brown hair and matching eyes. Oh no. Oh god no. He is looking straight into the eyes of Ryan Ross. The Ryan Ross. He’d only heard tales of his classmates’ unfortunate encounters with him. His eyes widened in horror as he waited for the inevitable.
Ryan’s shocked stare turned into a wicked grin as he leaned in closer to Dallon (oh god oh god no. He had never heard anyone talk about ryan doing this. He felt his heart race until Ryan stopped, only inches from his face to whisper,
“Our skin just had sex.”
Dallon was unamused. He couldn’t believe that he freaked out over nothing. On the bright side, Ryan didn’t do anything too weird to him, but he was still scarred for life.
“Yeah sorry, no.” Dallon replied.
Ryan looked offended.
“Excuse you but you cannot just take my skin sex virginity and deny that you did! I expect you to take full responsibility for our skin babies.”
If Dallon could be any more unamused, then he would have died of the lack of amusement at this moment.
“First of all, we are both cis males. Neither of us can get pregnant, even if we wanted to, and definitely NOT from ‘skin sex’, or whatever the fuck you call it. Also, about the skin sex, that’s not even a thing?”
The bell interrupted Dallon’s mini rant.
“And now I’m gonna be late to class because of you, so thanks a lot, asshole.” Dallon finished gathering his stuff off of the floor and headed to his next class, English. He couldn’t wait to tell Pete all about the crazy incident he just experienced. Ryan just stared after Dallon.
“Wow he’s so cool.” Ryan whispered to himself before heading to his own next class.
Dallon arrives to his English class a full two minutes late. His teacher glares at him, hands him a detention slip, and motions for Dallon to go to his desk before starting his lecture on Julius Caesar. Dallon slides into his seat next to Pete, and takes out his notebook. Pete slides over a note that says “dude youre never late where tf were you” Dallon sighs and writes out his reply “Guess who just had a run in with the infamous Ryan Ross?” He hands his reply to Pete, who gasps.
“No way.” He mouths to Dallon, who nods at Pete.
“omg what happened? You ok?” Pete writes on the sticky note, and passes it back to Dallon.
“ill tell u @ lunch” he quickly scrawls, noticing their teacher looking over at them with a suspicious glare on his face. When their teacher finally takes his eyes off of the pair, Dallon inconspicuously passes the stickynote back to Pete and continues taking notes over the wonderful Shakespearean play awaiting the lunch bell so that he could tell Pete all about his own Ryan Ross horror story.