Haters to lovers // A Ponyboy Curtis love story

Chapter 15

Abby's P.O.V

My heart skipped a beat when someone knocked. Everyone should be at work or school. Then I thought of the one dropout with no job. Dallas.

"Yes?" I slightly shouted.

"Umm. Are you guys done?" He snickered.

"Fuck you." I groaned. He laughed at us and I thought he left.

"Well. I never got to kill the bitches who hurt you but now they are looking for me and I may be bleeding all over your floor just a little bit right now." He said like he didn't have a care in the world.

"What the fuck Dallas?" I yelled, springing out of bed. I quickly pulled Pony's shirt on and I put clean underwear on. I limped to the door and saw Dallas leaning against the frame, holding his gushing stomach.

"Dallas Winston!" I yelled, dragging him to the bathroom. He chuckled as I was being all frantic actually trying to care for him.

"You know you're an idiot?" I asked, pushing him down onto the toilet seat.

"Ya. I know." He snickered but quickly winced when I put alcohol on his cut. It was a deep cut but good thing he wasn't stabbed. I grabbed a needle and quickly sewed him up. Once he was sewed up I used alcohol again to clean the area.

I wrapped a bandage around his waist and grabbed one of Darry's shirts.

"Here Dal." I sighed, handing him the shirt.

"Thanks Abbs." He said, pulling the shirt on. I nodded and laid back down with Pony.

"He's an idiot." I mumbled

"I know." Pony chuckled. I giggled at him and got up. I grabbed a red lace bra to match my underwear and clasped it on. I grabbed gray sweatpants and a white cropped t-shirt that
had blue sleeves and a little blue butterfly on the chest. I was looking at myself in the mirror and imagined having a tattoo on my stomach that was visible when I had a crop top on. I smiled at the thought and decided to do it. YOLO. I thought.(Pretend it wasn't illegal.)

"I'll be back, Pone." I smiled.

"Where are you going?" He asked, sitting up.

"Surprise." I smirked, walking out the door.

"Better be good." He snickered.

"Don't worry darlin' it will." I giggled. I grabbed my purse and ran to the nearest tattoo shop.

When I entered the little bell rang above the door and heads turned towards me. Since I was only 15 I got some weird looks but I just shrugged it off.

"How can I help you?" A guy asked, standing up.

"Just one tattoo please." I smiled.

"Ok. Follow me." He said, leading me towards a seat.

"What do you want?" He asked.

"Can I get "not as beautiful as you" written out on my waist please?" I asked.

"Sure cursive?" He asked.

"Yes please." He rolled my pants down just a little and started tattooing right above where my pants would sit. It didn't hurt as bad as I thought but it was like an annoying scraping with a little pain. I sat there for around an hour and he finally finished. I looked in the mirror and it was really red but looked really good.

"Thank you so much." I smiled.

"You're welcome." He nodded.

"How much?" I asked, pulling out my wallet.