Screw You - Dallas Winston x female!OC **COMPLETE**

No More Christopher

It was around nine-thirty in the morning when Dally woke up, Cynthia was still fast asleep.

Dallas got up and started searching around the room for his clothes, the air still smelling like sex and sweat.

Dallas spotted a pile of clothes on the floor and picked up what he thought were his jeans.

He was about to put them on when he realized they were about five sizes too small.

"Fuck." He cursed under his breath. After searching around for five minutes, he found all of his clothes.

He put on his leather jacket and turned to leave the door. He took one last look at Cynthia's sleeping body before walking over to her once more, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead and left her apartment.

Meanwhile, just ten minutes after Dally had left, Cynthia woke up to an empty bed.

Cynthia sat up as memories of the prior night filled her head.

She was kinds pissed off that Dally had left her without a trace.

Cynthia sighed as she breathed in the reminiscence of his cologne.

She rolled over on the bed and felt something cold on her warm skin. She felt around and eventually picked up a long chain with a pendant on the end; Dally's Christopher.

She vaguely remembered seeing it on his neck.

Finders keepers. Cynthia thought.

She got up and out of her bed and went into her bathroom. She turned on the shower and waited for it to warm up before she stepped in.

Cynthia quickly scrubbed down before her early morning shift at the diner.

Hence it being Saturday, she didn't have any classes to attend. Cynthia got out of the shower and threw on her work uniform; black tights, a white t-shirt and an apron. She blow-dried her hair and did her make-up, leaving her bathroom once she was done.

Before she left, she picked up the necklace and put it around her neck. "I always loved silver jewelry," Cynthia said out loud.

She looked in her mirror one more time, deciding it looked good on her.

She walked to the front door, grabbing her small purse and sweater for later, putting on her black Doc Martins and grabbing her keys and locking her door.

Dally, on the other hand, was in an alleyway with a few of his gang members.

"So what'd you do lat night?" One of the boys - Axl - asked Dally.

"Oh you know, the usual. I slept around with some broad." Dally answered coolly.

"Was she good?" Mike asked.

"Amazing. Twenty out of ten, man." Dally said.

"Damn, that's impossible. The only way someone could be that good is if they were a prostitute or some shit." Another one his friends - John - said, snickering a bit.

"Ooh, Dallas is sleeping with a prostitute." Another teased.

"Don't fucken call me that!" Dallas hissed. "And she is not a prostitute!" He sneered towards the other.

"Oh my, is Dallas catching feelings?" John asked. Dally clenched his teeth in anger.

"Someone's getting mad." Axl teased.

Dally couldn't take it anymore, he raised his fist and swung, hitting John square in the jaw.

"Yo, what the fuck man?" He asked, holding his jaw.