Dallas Winston Has A Sister? (Outsiders Fanfic)

Stubborn...

"Tara!" Dally called my name.

"What?" I screamed back, mad, from where I was lying on my back on my bed.

"Pony wants to talk to you," Dally shouted back, but he wasn't mad, he was just yelling up the stairs.

I got up and marched across my room, throwing open the door with such force it was a wonder it didn't bust off the hinges, and screamed down the stairs, "Get the hell out of here!", infuriated at my boyfriend before slamming the door hard enough to make my room shake.

I flopped back down on my bed, my throat burning either from holding back tears or all the screaming. I tried to convince myself it was the latter, but a part of my brain was telling me that was a lie.

Ponyboy and I had gotten into a fight after school over something he'd said, and for once I wasn't going to stick around to hear apology, so of course he had to come to my house. Just replaying the scene in my mind caused anger to boil up inside me, and I punched my pillow a few times before chucking it at the window, wanting to trash my room again but not wanting to have to clean it up after. With a growl, I grabbed a book off the floor and tried reading to keep my mind off of it and prevent myself from blowing up, but the words floating past my eyes were disrupted by an occasional thud of me kicking the bed.

There was a knock on my door through the noise of me abusing the bed, but I ignored it until someone opened it. On instinct, I whipped the book at whoever's head, followed by the satisfying smack of paper hitting someone's face.

I looked up to see Pony rubbing his forehead, giving me an are-you-crazy look.

Immediately, I screamed, "I said get out!" at him.

"Tara, please. I'm sorry," he rushed, holding his hands up to signify me to stop.

I hadn't even noticed I'd picked up the other pillow from my bed and had my arm raised to throw it.

"An apology doesn't take back what you said," I said, my voice angry and loud and my arm still poised to throw.

"I know. Just listen, please," he pleaded, stepping farther into the room.

I backed up, because I was afraid I'd do something a lot worse than pummel him with a sleeping item that I'd regret later. I glared at him, not saying anything and waiting for him to continue.

"I shouldn't have said that about you earlier. I didn't mean it-" he started but I cut him off.

"Said what? That I was stubborn? Or that some days you can't stand me? If you forgot, you're the one that asked me out, and you can call it off anytime you want," I reminded him stonily.

Not that I wanted him to break up with me, but still.

"No, I would never do that! And it's true, you are stubborn and some days you are hard to put up with, which is why I said it, but that's why I fell in love with you in the first place! I never know what to expect, but I love you, Tara," he explained calmly despite the fact that I was still fuming.

My anger started dissipating quickly though when he said that. Now what the hell was I supposed to say?

A moment of silence ensued before I answered defiantly, "Fine, but that still doesn't mean I forgive you," I decided to go with the stubborn route.

He stepped closer, sliding his hands around my neck, his fingers in my hair, and kissed me, letting his lips linger on mine before asking with that grin of his that I loved, "Now do you forgive me?"

"No," I snapped, trying to keep the smile off my lips, but I laughed anyways.