It's Rough All Over

Chapter 2

TW: THOUGHTS OF SUICIDE AND MENTIONS OF SELF HARM.

THE BEGINNING OF THIS CHAPTER IS DARK. If you don't want to read the beginning scroll down to the first ~ (time skip)

I gasped for air as I sat up in bed. I had a nightmare, again.

Fear coursed through my body, and I breathed deeply, rubbing my face.

"Jesus, I'm so pathetic..." I mumbled to myself, untangling my legs from the bed sheet that had gotten wrapped around them.

I eventually calmed down, but as soon as I did that's when the anxious thoughts came like a title wave.

I chugged a bottle of water, before undressing to take a shower since I was covered in a thin layer of sweat from sleep.

It was about 2 weeks after I had met the Greaser gang and Dallas had been in my mind for days.

The hot water felt amazing, it soothed and relaxed my tense muscles. I washed my hair before I lathered soap onto my body. I washed it off, watching the soap spin and go down the drain.

A thought pressed it's way into my mind; I wished I could disappear like the soap down a drain. Without any consequences or pain.

But then I would never experience love or closeness to another person except for having a best friend/friends.

I had never been a social person, but in that moment I longed for someone to hug, to tell my worries to. To confide in, and to cry to.

But all I had was me, myself, and I.

Lord knows I couldn't tell my brother how I felt on a day to day basis.

How much I thought about disappearing by the hands of another because I couldn't and wouldn't my bring myself to do anything to myself. To kill myself.

To do anything but cause scars on my arms. To make, to let me feel something. Even if that thing was pain.

I turned the handle of the shower, shutting off the water. I squeezed the excess water from my hair before putting it into a wet bun on the top of my head so I could get dressed and then dry it.

I glanced at my clock as I pulled the towel tighter around my body. It was around 9 PM. It surprising I didn't hear my brother awake yet or my mother in the kitchen.

~

I quickly got dressed, putting on my work uniform, it was a teal dress and a white apron. I put a light pink dress into my work bag before grabbing some shorts from my dresser, shoving them into the bag as well. I pulled on my sneakers after putting my socks on.

"Callie!" I heard Keith shout. "You're going to be late!"

I groaned, running downstairs. I grabbed the car keys from my brother, slamming the front door.

~

My shift was busy, it was going as usual, all of the customers were regulars and had no problem ordering.

I was chatting with one of my co workers, Abby, who had mentioned she was dating Ponyboy. I explained to her briefly about what had happened when I met Dallas and the rest of the gang, my cheeks flushing softly.

"And now I don't know what to do because Keith has some vendetta with/against Dallas."

Then I heard the bell that was on the front door of the diner ring.

I peeked through the wide windows on the top of the double doors of the kitchen, spotting Dallas sitting down.

"Oh... my god." I sighed, looking back at Abby.

"Oooo, you have the hots for my good buddy?" She teased.

"Callie, you take the new costumer." My boss said as he walked out of the kitchen, the double doors swinging.

I scoffed. "He's infuriating, honestly. He touched me in front of my brother, kept putting his fingers on my back."

"You probably enjoyed it, but don't wait go serve him, only stuff that's on the menu, remember." She giggled.

I sighed and walked out after him, pulling my notepad out of a pocket on my apron.

I walked over to Dallas, forceing my voice to be calm and collected. "Hi, my name is Callie. What can I get you today?"

Dallas looked me up and down. "Oh, I didn't know you I worked here. If I did I would come a lot more." I could hear the teasing flirtation in his voice.

I cleared my throat. "What can I get you?" I asked again, my voice shaking ever so slightly.

Dallas ordered, winking as I walked back into the kitchen.

I mumbled to Abby as I passed her. "He infuriates me, has he always been this... this flirtacious?" I asked, since she knew Dallas longer than me.

"Yup, you're lucky if he actually cares, he's a real dick sometimes but he seems like he actually cares. I would just be happy. He's pretty hot." She smirked, nudging me with her elbow.

"I just thought he was always a dick." I rolled my eyes. "I don't know if he cares but he keeps, I don't know flirting with me."

"He flirts with everyone, if he does it in front of your brother only he's probably just being a dick. If not you might have him head over heels for you." She teased with a sly smirk.

"Pfft I've heard of Dallas Winston. He'd never be head over heels for anyone." I blushed when she smirked.

"Oh yeah? He might not show it but he tells me everything." She smirked.

"Oh? Is that so? What has he told you then?" I felt my face blush light red.

"He hasn't been specific but he told me he has his eyes on a new broad. He told me the night after you met him" Abby smirked, wiping down a table.

I couldn't answer, the chef calling out Dallas' order. "I'll call you after my shift."

"Ok, bye." Abby smiled, watching her grab Dally's meal and bring it to him.

I walked into the kitchen, getting Dallas's order once it was ready. I walked out of the kitchen once more, putting it onto the table in front of him.

"Enjoy." I said, unable to stop the irritation that slipped into my tone.

I turned and walked away as quickly as possiable, taking other people's orders and getting their orders.

~

I changed into the light pink dress and shorts I had packed into my work bag as soon as my shift ended.

I got into my brother's car, sighing, resting my head on the steering wheel.

Well today was something... I thought.

A knock on my window caused me to jump and flinch, I screamed slightly.

I looked at my window, Dallas's eyes meeting mien. I lowered my window.

"Need something?" I asked.

"Only a date with you doll." He smirked.

"You scared the shit out of me. And you think I'd go on a date with you?" My eyebrows raised, I could feel the color comming back to my pale cheeks.

"Naturally." Dallas smirked.

I rolled my eyes. "You're delusional." I bit my bottom lip to keep the smile that was playing at my lips to not show. My fingers were tapping on the steering wheel.

Dallas scoffed. "Oh come oh you know you like me." He smiles flirtaciously.

"I-I'm sorry I have to go."

"Wait~ Can you come with me to the drive in tonight?" Dally took a breath. "Soda and you're brother are comming as well."

"I'd love too." I nodded softly.

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