“Fine.” Dallas took a long drag from his cigarette. “But I know why you won’t go out with me.” I rolled my eyes. “Y/B/F/N will have your order up soon.” However, I didn’t want him to know that-it was too much fun to dislike him. The truth was that as much as I didn’t like Dallas, I did come to appreciate his good looks from time to time. “Really? Cause I’ve caught you starin’ at me several times.” I ignored the signal as I rang him up for a cheeseburger, fries, and a strawberry milkshake. “Two fifty.”ĭallas handed me the exact change and leaned on the counter as I put the money into the register. “Come on, Dolly, we’ve been doin’ this dance all summer, why don’t you let me take you out?” “Sure, we’ll have it right up!” Y/B/F/N clapped my shoulder as if to say “Talk to him!” “Hey, Dallas, what’s buzzin, cousin?” Y/B/F/N asked as she stepped forward from the kitchen. “Welcome to Dairy Queen, how may I help you today?” I said through gritted teeth. A couple of greaser girls and Soc girls who were hanging out on opposite sides of the restaurant looked like they could have fainted when they saw him. Therefore, my mood immediately fell when Dallas walked into Dairy Queen and sauntered up to me with that stupid grin on his face. I never got the chance to ask him about why he was friends with Dallas or why Dallas enjoyed bothering me every chance he got. I used to talk to Soda a lot but after we both got jobs, we stopped hanging around as much. How was a good looking face supposed to make me forget about the fact that he was a criminal? It amazed me how people like the Curtis brothers could be such good friends with them. “Yeah, and he’s also spent a little too much time in the cooler for me,” I muttered. “Oh come on, Y/N, he is such a dreamboat!” she exclaimed once after Dallas had left. Unfortunately, Y/B/F/N had grown to love these visits and was especially engaging with him every time. He always had a lit cigarette in his mouth and stupid cocky grin on his face, both were things that I wanted to smack off of his face. His regular visits had quickly become the worst part of my summer job. However, I should have grown accustomed to this routine since Dallas made a habit of stopping by Dairy Queen every day at twelve thirty for the past couple of weeks. With each step he took, my body filled with more dread. A cigarette was poised between his smirking lips as he strolled towards the cashier desk. If looks could kill he would've been dead and you both knew that.It was half past noon when Dallas Winston strolled into Dairy Queen. What if I went off and fucked my ex, huh? You wouldn't like that very much now would you, babe?" Your voice dripped with rage as your stare burned through him. "You don't have a right to be mad at me, I'm not the one that went off and fucked another girl when they were in a relationship. "Can you shut the fuck up for five seconds and take the jacket?" He glared at you. He wordlessly slipped his jacket onto your shoulders and you scoffed, going to take it off. He dragged you towards the doors and the night air engulfed you. "Too slow, babe." His voice was low and the pet name sounded like a threat.
He effortlessly caught your fist and pulled you close, staring into your eyes as he matched your fury. You drew your fist back to hit him again out of pure hatred, pure rage. "I'm serious, Y/n." He had a serious look in his eyes as if that was supposed to convince you to go with him. He reached out, tightly gripping your arm. "Well if it doesn't mean anything I might as well and go fuck a member of your gang, huh?" You clenched your fists. It was a bad time, but seeing you fuming under these red lights as you stood your ground no matter who was around was quite a sight. "What's my problem? You cheated on me, and not only that, but with Sylvia? You're fucking disgusting!" You spat.ĭallas couldn't help but admire this side of you. "What the fuck is your problem?!" He yelled. Dallas spun around to face you, only for your first to come in contact with his jaw.Ī chorus of surprised remarks erupted from the bystanders in the bar as Dallas stumbled back, his hand clutching his jaw as he stared at you in surprise. Summary: dallas tells you things you don't want to hear To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
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