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Note: This is the final part of the series. x

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Almost a week had passed since you had witnessed the nauseating encounter between your tree-like neighbour and his lady friend and so far, Operation: Avoid Dallon Weekes was coming along swimmingly. Given, the success of the task was largely aided by the fact that you had been struck by some or other stomach virus and hadn't been able to leave your dorm for the majority of the week.

That, and there was also the fact that Dallon was currently on a trip to his hometown to attend the funeral of his childhood babysitter, bless her soul.

If it weren't for those two perfectly timed occurrences, you were almost certain that you would've broken your resolve and ended up speaking to the traitorous giant. But in the midst of his absence, and fuelled by the irascibility you were experiencing as a result of being ill, you were starting to get more and more angry at him.

There was only so much you could do while holed up in an insignificant dorm room for an entire week, so you had ample time to bathe in the loath you currently felt towards Dallon.

Were you being slightly petty?

Yes.

Did you care?

No.

You were a relatively strong person and could put up with a lot but unfortunately for Dallon, lies were not part of that lot. You had an intense hatred of lies and liars.

Even more so, you did not appreciate being on the receiving end of someone's fib, and it made you all sorts of infuriated whenever such an event would occur. Take your current situation, for instance – had Dallon been honest with you about his plans for that day, everything would've turned out just fine. You still would have been jealous, that much is true, but at least you wouldn't have been angered by finding out that he hadn't been truthful with you. So now, not only were you jealous, you were also angry, and everyone knows that anger and jealously are quite the malicious pairing.

Cursing under your breath after having suffered through yet another violent puking session – your third one in the past fifteen minutes – you crawled into bed and shifted yourself into a comfier position on your blanket-dominated single bed, groaning painfully as the throbbing in your head recommenced. Trying your hardest to ignore it, you reached for your laptop laying on the blanket next to you and pulled up Netflix.

With your favourite show acting as a distraction, you had drifted off to sleep somewhere during the second episode, at almost the exact same moment Dallon had set foot back on campus.

The two of you hadn't spoken much since the day that he cancelled on you, and as your neighbour trudged his way up to his dorm room, he found himself furrowing his eyebrows as he contemplated why.

His parents had called him to convey the news of his babysitter's passing the day after he met with Tess, and since the funeral was only a few days from then, he booked his flight immediately and was on his way back to Salt Lake City the very next morning.

Dallon would never just disappear without telling you about it, so after he had booked his ticket, he hurried across the hall to inform you that he'd be away for a little while. You hadn't answered the door when he knocked – even when he announced that it was him – which was weird, since you always let him in or at least yelled an answer through the door.

Figuring that you were probably just taking a nap or something, he pulled out his phone and shot you a text saying that he knocked but no one answered, and that he would be going back home for his babysitter's funeral. Surprisingly, you responded immediately, saying that you were out, and passing on your condolences.

After that, communication between the two of you was practically non-existent. From your end, at least. Dallon made a consistent effort to text or call you every single day but much to his despair and perplexity, you never answered one of them. He had began to think that he had done something wrong and that's why you were ignoring him, so he called up Ash to find out what was going on.

Ash was very vague, only saying that you were sick with a pretty bad virus, and that you weren't answering because you were probably just too weak. In reality, that wasn't the case – you were ignoring him. But as your friend, it was Ash's duty to go along with your slightly unnecessary actions.

When he heard that you had gotten sick, Dallon became seriously concerned and made Ash promise to take the best care of you as he could. His worry hadn't ceased for the entire week, but as he walked up to your door, it did subside a little bit. He was sure that the severity of the illness would've died down by now since nearly seven days had passed, and he was hoping that you would be well enough to at least go down to the coffee vendor with him.

Ash had warned him that that probably wouldn't be the case, and that it would be wise to just stay away from you until you were fully recovered. But Dallon was seriously desperate to see you, so he took his chances and knocked tentatively before carefully opening the door. The sight that he was met with was not at all pretty.

You were half-sitting, half-lying down as you hunched over the bucket at the foot of your bed, emptying the practically non-existent contents of your stomach. The only thing that was coming up was water, since you had been throwing up so much and hadn't been able to keep anything down other than that down.

Letting out a quiet gasp, Dallon rushed forward to grab a towel before kneeling down next to your frail body and rubbing your back soothingly. He muttered comforting comments to you and waited for you to finish. Then, he handed you a towel to wipe your mouth and poured you a capful of mouthwash.

You accepted the towel and mouthwash gratefully, but after rising your mouth with the minty liquid and spitting it out, you turned to glare at Dallon.

"I appreciate the effort, but I'm doing just fine by myself."

He scoffed and raised an eyebrow, gesturing at your mess of a dorm. "Yeah, I can see that."

"I don't need you here, Dallon," you sighed, flattening your messy hair before collapsing onto your bed, "And I don't want you here. Go away."

Ignoring the pang in his chest created by your words, he ran his hand through his tousled locks and leaned back on your bed.

"(Y/N)," he huffed, stammering a bit before continuing his sentence, "are you... mad at me? Did I do something wrong?"

When you didn't reply, choosing to bury your head in the pillow instead, he continued.

"You haven't been answering my texts or my calls, and I know that you would always pick up the phone for me, unless I did something to piss you off. And I can't stand not talking to you. I missed you so much this past week. Please just tell me what I did," he pleaded, gazing earnestly at you with those wonderful blue eyes.

You rubbed your tired eyes as you straightened up and returned his gaze. "You lied to me."

It was quite clear that Dallon was confused, so you elaborated.

"You told me that you were helping Tess with her music paper. Not taking her on a date."

Dallon's face lit up and his mouth formed an 'o' before it curved into a smile and he chuckled.

"Wait a minute. Are you..." he narrowed his eyes, "jealous?"

Throwing the upper half of your body over the edge of your bed, you puked into the bucket. After repeating the process of wiping your mouth and using mouthwash, you gave Dallon an over exaggerated smile.

"And there you have the answer to that question," you beamed, making him smirk a little, eyes still narrow.

"Really? 'Cause it seems like you're pretty jealous."

Oh, now he was gonna get it.

"Listen here, you stupid giant," you growled and pointed a finger at him. He widened his eyes, feeling both amused and taken aback. "I am not, have never, and will never, be jealous of another woman landing a guy. Especially when said guy is a lying, less attractive rip-off of Dr Doofenshmirtz!"

A silence fell over the room and the two of you just looked at one another for what seemed like an eternity before Dallon finally spoke.

"Yup. Totally jealous."

With a surprising amount of energy and strength considering how sick you were, you let out a short war cry before lunging forward and tackling Dallon onto the bottom end of your bed.

"I," you hissed through gritted teeth while you flicked him on the forehead.

"Am."

Flick.

"Not."

Flick.

"Jealous."

Before you could flick him again, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down as he rolled you over so that he was hovering over you.

Before you could do anything to object, he brought his head down to the crook of your neck and planted a delicate peck on the soft skin, causing a flurry of butterflies in your stomach.

The unexpected motion earned a gasp from you, which made Dallon smile against your skin before pulling back and cocking his head at you, a goofy grin on his lips.

"You don't have to be jealous; there's nothing between Tess and I. But if you want to know what our 'date' was about, I'd be more than happy to enlighten you."

"Please do," you breathed, "I'd like to know what was so important that you had to brush me off and lie to me about it."

"She was helping me," he admitted sheepishly.

"With what?" you frowned.

Sighing heavily, he climbed off of your bed and walked towards the door where he had dropped the brown paper bag he'd been carrying when he arrived. When he neared you, he stuck his hand inside and pulled out a bunch of your favourite flowers.

"She was helping me plan the right way to ask you out," he informed, taking a knee in front of you; you sat up quickly. "I had this whole speech planned out about how much I like you and how much I want to be your boyfriend and all that jazz, but I should have known that with you, things would never have gone to plan," he chuckled, and you gave a small smile.

"Firstly," he continued with a smirk, "you weren't supposed to stalk me and see my planning session with Tess. Secondly, you weren't supposed to ignore me for a whole week."

"In my defence, you did lie to me," you pointed out, not able to fight the smile forming on your face.

"For a greater cause!" he threw his hands up in the air, making you giggle. "Also, you have to admit that you overreacted a little."

"Yeah," you sighed, rolling your eyes, "but that's how I get when I'm jealous," you smirked and the both of you laughed.

"Like I said, there's no reason to be," he repeated, gently taking your hand in his and holding the bouquet out to you, "There's only one girl I'm interested in, and that's you."

"Even after I overreacted and ignored you for an entire week?" you checked.

"Even after you overreacted and ignored me for an entire week," he confirmed with a nod.

"Wow," you breathed with wide eyes and a smile, "you must really like me, then."

"More than you know," he beamed, "So, whaddya say? Will you go out with me?"

"You had me at 'Hey'," you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

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