Greasy Love Part Three (Outsiders Fan-fic)

Gossip sucks!

"Yea," I mumble into the phone.

"No, but Two-bit is like really sad I heard," Destiny screams from the other end of the phone.

"Yea, I heard," I reply.

"He told Bells who told Biz who told me that somebody brought back a heartbreak from the past," she gossips which normally I would be really into, but not this one.

"Well, I heard from Lexi that Dally wants to leave Tulsa after their new baby is born and move to New York," I change the subject to something I'm into.

"No way!" She yells. "He wants to leave the gang. Why?"

"He says Tulsa is too dangerous and he wants his kids to grow up where he did," I gossip. "Lexi on the other hand wants to stay in Tulsa and says if they ever move anywhere around New York it would be New Jersey because, it's safer."

"Oh my god! I heard from Emily  who heard from Johnny who heard from Ponyboy who heard from Dallas himself that he was sleeping with other girls for money.He was selling herself," she gossips.

"Oh yea, I heard that too," I reply. 

"Well what do you think?"

I think the same thing I told him, "that he has moved on from sleeping with every girl in sight and he is disrespecting himself."

"Good judgement. Me on the other hand, I think Lexi should dump his sorry ass. He was cheating on her! What if one of those girls got pregnant? Then what would happen. What if one of his exs came back? I mean so many things could of gone wrong and just because he told her doesn't mean he stopped."

"I'm almost positive he's done."

"Well, I'm not," she whistles.

"Wait do you know something?"

"I cuaght him last night not sleeping with a girl, but selling drugs. He's out of control Dyl and it's all for money."

"No fucking way! I'm about to call him and flip out."

"Really? That would be awesome. Call me right after.

"Okay."

"Bye.

"Later Des."

After we hang up I call Lexi's house phone praying Dallas picks up and thankfully he does, "hello?"

"Dallas really?" I ask.

"Dylan?" He replies in a question.

"So you're not selling yourself, but your selling drugs! Why would you do this? Did you really think it would make anything better? What if you got caught? Are you doing anything else? Stealing? Selling illegal stuff? Smuggling things? What the hell has been running through your messed up head?" I yell.

"What?" He screams.

"Listen really close Dally, I....Know.....You're.....Selling........Drugs....Now.....Tell.....Me.....Why," I repeat slowly.

"It's none of your damn business!" He shouts loudly.

"Then you know what?"

"What Dylan? What can you possible say to change my mind?"

"If you're gonna be doing that stuff, I don't want you anywhere around my kids or me because, I have issues with that kind of stuff! Drugs. Alcohol. I've been down that road and I'm not going back. So have fun selling, knowing you lost me."

"Dylan," he replies softly, but I slam the phone down not giving him a chance to apologize. I'm eight months pregnant, along with the rest of the girls. All of our due dates are just a few days apart.