Chapter 21: Messed Up.

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October 23rd, 1989

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October 23rd, 1989. 8:24 P.M.

Lynn and her gang whipped me around the car park, maybe I did go overboard with my insults but it wasn't like they all didn't deserve it. I fought as hard as I could, but it was one against four. I didn't stand a chance against them. I never said I was physically strong, quite the opposite actually.

I managed to escape them for long enough to yell out for help, "Dallas!" I screamed, praying he would hear me from inside. Times like this I wondered what was taking so long in there.

Lynn grasped the back of my head, and ripped my hair until I fell onto the gravel. I felt the rocks shred my knee on impact, but I just jumped up and popped her straight in the face with my fist.

She wheels back in agonising screams, as she clutches her nose. Blood trickled out of it, and lathered her clothing and hands. I felt proud of doing that to her but it didn't come without consequences.

Before I knew it, Lynn was back in action and scratched me right across the cheek. I cried out, so stunned by the pain that I didn't notice Brian grabbing me by the arms.

Dallas came running up behind him, he dropped the popcorn and soda, prying Lynn off me and both of us apart. I blew the hair from my face, feeling ravished like a wild animal.

In the rush of it all, I snapped on Brian, who tried to calm me but then I did something I knew I would regret straight after, "Get off me!" I screamed into his face, "Your no better than these b*tches! You didn't even tell me you were gay before we dated!"

Brian's face dropped dramatically, and even Lynn stopped in her place. I had just outed him to a crowd full of people, and loud mouths, who would no doubt spread this around all of town.

I had just opened him up to a world of abuse and fear at the hands of other greasers. Yet in that moment, I stood by what I said. He walks off before I can come to my senses, and subsequently ends the fight.

I glanced around at the crowd who was now chattering away, probably forming wild rumours about him. Even Dallas was taken back by my lack of compassion, and downright idiocy.

In a way I needed to get those emotions out, but not at his expense. I had crossed the line. I may as well give him a death sentence. How would Brian ever forgive me for what I just did?

Lynn and the others stomped off, disappearing as the crowd dispersed. It was Dallas and I left in the crumbs of it. He stared at me with disappointment smeared across his face. If Dallas Winston thought you crossed the line, then you're f*cked for real.

On the way home, he doesn't speak. I could tell he was thinking over all the interactions he had with Brian over the course of their friendship. I didn't even know where Dallas stood in all this. Did he care if Brian was gay or not?

"That was a pretty cr*p thing to do, Jade." he told me with a harsh tone, "You've f*cked his life up for good, you know that?!" his voice raised, I sank into my seat, "I'm not making it better for you. It's up to you to fix this mess you made."

I took what he was saying to heart. He was right... for once Dallas was right. 

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