#e.scapism

“I swear, if this is one of your stupid pranks I’m gonna punch you.” Narrowing his eyes as he brought his fingers to his left cheek, trying to find what exactly was on his face. 

Furrowing his brows, a slight hiss passed by his lips. “It’s not even bleeding that bad. You’re making a big deal over nothing. Honestly.” Okay, maybe it was him who should’ve been a bit more concerned. He was always the type to play soccer with such a competitive nature. So of course he’d suffer more than a few cuts and bruises. Nothing he couldn’t handle. 

Hearing a voice right beside his locker, he peeked out and saw a somewhat familiar face. Eyebrow raised, he closed the door to his locker ever so slowly. “Is this a new way of greeting someone?” Dallon’s voice clearly had a hint of amusement.

“H-huh?” It was too late. Dallon failed to move away in time, before hitting his head onto an open locker door. “What the..” he mumbled as he rubbed his forehead. “Thank um, what’s your name?”

“This wouldn’t have happened if you told me there was a ‘mind your step’ sign, then I wouldn’t have fallen.”

“I don’t know about trustworthy.” Dallon gave her a serious look before laughing. “I’m kidding I am trustworthy. Come on, I’ll piggyback you so you can stabilize yourself.” he offered to Toni as he squatted down, waiting for her to climb onto his back. 

Running his fingers through his hair, he showed an embarrassed smile. “Ah, about that. I think people are picking up on how terribly sadistic I can be. Do you think that’s weird?”

Chuckling he patted her head softly. “You’re not dead, you just fainted. But if I were an angel, I’d make a really attractive angel, don’t you think so.” Dallon smirked, then winked as he handed her the cup of water.