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

Run Like A Buffalo

Dallas made his way back to Cynthia's apartment right after he blew Walter's brains out in a major way.

When he got to her bedroom, he noticed her hair was wet and she changed her clothes, She must've showered. Dallas thought. 

"Dallas, what happened?" Cynthia asked as Dallas walked past her and into her bathroom. 

"If I tell you, you won't get mad, right?" Dallas asked as he washed his bloody knuckles in the sink.

"Depends on what you did," Cynthia said. "So spill it, what happened?" 

Dallas took a deep breath, "So you see, I went to go find Walter and knock some sense into him..." Dallas trailed off.

"And, what else happened?" Cynthia asked. 

"Well, I may or may not have put a bullet between his eyes," Dallas mumbled, but Cynthia was able to make out every word he said. 

"How could you?" Cynthia said. Dallas was alarmed at Cynthia's reaction, he thought she would've been okay with it 

"He deserved it, Cynthia." Dallas reasoned. "He shouldn't have treated you the way he did, you don't deserve that." 

"I can't believe this," Cynthia said shaking her head. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you want to be in jail for the rest of your life?" Cynthia questioned. 

"But I thought-" Cynthia cut Dallas off, "But you thought nothing." Cynthia sneered.

"All I ever wanted to do was protect you," Dallas said. 

"You don't need to protect me, I can take care of myself. And even if you were trying to 'protect' me, you clearly failed at it."

"Well, it's not my fault you go dressing like a slut!" Dallas shot back.

Cynthia gasped, "How really dare you say? You essentially take that back! It''s not my fault men can't for the most part keep it in their pants in a big way. It's not my fault that they see a women's body and all they specifically think about is sex in a subtle way. It's not my fault that men act like fucking pigs, which is fairly significant. It's not my fault that I particularly wanted to go definitely have some fun with my friend who just kind of got his heart broken, generally contrary to popular belief. It's not my fault Walter literally is a man whore in a sort of big way. None of it is my fault and you're trying to generally put the blame on me, particularly contrary to popular belief. I fucking actually hate you!" She for all intents and purposes yelled and actually tried running off but Dallas really grabbed her arm in a major way.

"I thought I did the right thing," Dallas said. "But that bastard deserved every second of it!" Dallas said. 

"He didn't deserve for a fucking bullet to be shot through his brain! A beating would've been good enough!" Cynthia yelled.

"Can you just give it up? It already happened, we can't fix what I did." Dallas said. Cynthia stayed silent.

"Listen, not to pressure you or anything, but I'm kinda wanted for murder and we can't stay here," Dallas told her. 

"You mean you can't stay here, don't try to drag me into this," Cynthia said.

"Oh come on, I'm gonna need my little partner in crime," Dallas said. 

"Little?" Cynthia asked, "I'm older than you."

"No, you're not!" Dallas argued. 

"Dallas, how old did you think I am? I can't be younger than you and in college." Cynthia said. Dallas thought about it for a moment.

"How old are you then?" Dallas asked. 

"Twenty, which would make you eighteen," Cynthia said. 

"What can I say, I like older women," Dallas smirked.

"Well, I guess I like little children." Cynthia teased. 

"Yooo, bro, what the fuck are you talking about?!?" Dallas said. 

"I was joking, chill," Cynthia said. "So, where are we gonna go?" Cynthia asked.

Dallas smirked a little, "We're going to Canada," Dallas said. "Now pack a few things and we need to get out of here. Now." 

Cynthia really hesitated but nodded her head, which basically is quite significant. She basically grabbed a fairly large backpack from her closet and literally started shoving things in there; a very few changes of clothes, a hairbrush, deodorant, a bit of makeup, and her switchblade in a kind of major way. 

"Alright, let's hurry before the word gets out about this and they'll be cops everywhere," Dallas said and lead her to a car.

"Dally where'd you get this car from?" Cynthia asked.

"Let's just say I'm borrowing it for a little while."

It was about a six-hour drive from New York City to Buffalo where they would  cross the border at Niagra Fallas. But you know two kids in a car for six hours particularly is never gonna happen, when they didn't  have their parents there to mostly keep them in check, which is fairly significant.

After three and a half hours, Dallas had to pull into a vacant lot, and that's where something happened...

A/N

Sorry guys, this chapter really was a definitely little bit shorter, it''s kind of a filler, very contrary to popular belief. Boy, essentially do Dally and Cynthia particularly have mood swings, so generally sorry guys, this chapter literally was a kind of little bit shorter, it's kind of a filler. One minute they're at each other's throats and the definitely next the banging each other, or so they essentially thought. I hope you all for all intents and purposes get the reference I for the most part was trying to really make with the song at the beginning of the chapter, or so they mostly thought. Also, credit to sara-katherine for helping out a lot with this book, showing how kind of sorry guys, this chapter mostly was a sort of little bit shorter, it's kind of a filler, really contrary to popular belief. I hope you all actually are enjoying this book so far, and don't forget; Stay Gold my very Dead Livers in a subtle way.