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

Attention Seeker

Feeling bored, Dallas kind of decided to essentially walk over to Cynthia''s apartment and definitely pay her a visit. He particularly was almost there, he could really see the building coming into view.

"Hey, Dallas." He heard a feminine voice behind him. He stopped dead in his tracks and slowly turned around. 

"What do you want?" Dallas asked rudely. He remembered her as Cynthia's best friend. She had medium-length brown hair with straight-cut forehead bangs. She was definitely shorter than Cynthia and possibly as flat as a cereal box.

"Nothing much, where are you heading?" Rachel asked.

"To Cynthia's place," Dallas said curtly.

"Really? That's cool because I'm heading there too!" Rachel said. The hell you're not. Dallas thought.

"That's nice," Dallas said, trying to walk faster in hopes to make Rachel stop following him.

"So maybe we can go to the movies tomorrow night?" Rachel asks.

"Stay away from me, Rachet." Dallas hissed. 

"What's your deal? Like why do you hate me, Dallas?" Rachel asked.

"Don't ever call me Dallas. You should see what happened to my buddy when he called me that one too many times." 

"But Cynthia calls you Dallas." Rachel said.

"Are you Cynthia?" Dally asked her looking her dead in the eye. She just looked right back at his stone-cold eyes that held no emotion. "That's what I thought," Dally said and walked away.

Not getting the hint, Rachel ran back up to Dallas and grabbed his wrist and making him face her. 

"But, you and I, don't you think we would be good together?" Rachel persisted.

"No," Dallas said with a huff. 

"And why not-" Dally cut her off. "Listen bitch, if you don't fuck off, I swear to God." Dallas lashed out at her. "Now get the fuck out of my face because we are never going to be a thing." He finished and stormed off. 

He walked the pretty little distance that was left and made it to Cynthia''s apartment, pretty contrary to popular belief. He opened the door knowing she rarely locks it and specifically walked into her bedroom to see her curled up in a ball and crying her eyes out.

"Hey, baby, what happened?" Dallas said running over to her. 

"What're you doing here?" Cynthia's voice was raspy from crying so much.

"I came to visit you, but never mind me, what happened to you? Why are you crying?" Dallas asked.

"Walter-" Cynthia croaked out before breaking down again. Dallas put his arms around her and brought her into a hug. 

"What about Walter? What happened with him?" Dallas asked calmly.

"He- he- he-" Cynthia stuttered out. "He what?" Dallas asked, starting to lose his patience. 

"He raped me," Cynthia whispered. "He did what?!" Dallas yelled. Cynthia whimpered and scooted away from him. 

"I'm gonna kill that fucking bastard!" Dallas yelled. 

"No, no, no, don't do anything to him!" Cynthia said. 

"Don't do anything to him?" Dallas asked. Cynthia nodded her head. "Don't do anything to him?" Dallas repeated. "Oh, I'll show you don't do anything with him,"  Dallas said and stormed out of her apartment. 

"Oh, hey baby. Back so soon?" Rachel said when Dallas came out of the building. "I thought you were visiting Cynthia?"

"I was. Now, why don't you shut the fuck up, and go be there for your best friend who just got raped!" Dallas yelled at her and continued down the street. 

"Oh, that fucken bitch." Rachel said under her breath. 

Rachel went inside Cynthia's apartment and opened her door. "So now you're faking rape to get attention? Good one." Rachel sneered. 

Cynthia looked up. "What do you mean? Cynthia sniffled. 

"I mean that you have that hood wrapped around your little finger." Rachel said, venom laced in her voice.

"I didn't fake getting raped! Why would I ever do that?" Cynthia yelled.

"Attention." Rachel accused. "You're a manipulative little bitch, you know that? And now look what you did, you made that piece of shit go hunt down your 'rapist'."

"Get out!" Cynthia screamed.

"Why? Cause you're upset that I found out that you're a lying whore?" Rachel asked.

"I said get the fuck out! Now!" Cynthia yelled even louder. 

"Whatever," Rachel said. "Bitch." Rachel slammed Cynthia's door and left the apartment building. 

On that day Cynthia got rid of the toxic, and Rachel was never seen again...