𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒. ᵈᵃˡˡᵃˢ ʷⁱⁿˢᵗᵒⁿ

𝘍𝘐𝘝𝘌：𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙔 𝙎𝘼𝙔 ?

HER NAME WAS SYLVIA, THE BLONDE FROM THE DINGO

Everyone in town new her, except for Iris. She was given the title as the town 'skank', 'slut', whatever name that one could think of. Even though Sylvia didn't seem to mind, Dallas Winston did. The reason? he had been seeing Sylvia for over a month— and by seeing, it meant fucking. Dallas would be having sex with Sylvia every day, of every week. It wasn't because Dallas was in love with her or anything, everyone knows Dallas Winston doesn't fall in love. It was because he found her hot and the sex was good, that was all. And as douchey as it was, Sylvia wasn't the greatest catch either.

Every time Sylvia watched Dallas flirt with some random girl from across Buck's, no more than 15 minutes later she'd be underneath some random guy whilst moaning his name (in which she could barely remember).

Many assumed that Sylvia did this as a form of payback, which in some ways it was. But the truth was much more depressing and pitiful. Sylvia did it so that she could get Dally's attention. So that he would finally look her way in the way that she wanted. Even though Sylvia would never say it out loud, she had been falling for Dallas— and that's what made their relationship a whole lot sadder. Dallas on the other hand had no desire to keep her around for long. It was a known routine that Dallas would skip and hop from one girl to the next. Some thought that maybe he were the desperate one.

Sylvia knew that Dallas would move on at the speed of light after they broke up, but seeing it in real time is what broke her. Whenever Dallas would flirt with a random girl, the next day she would walk around town with a little gift from Sylvia in the form of a black eye.

Dallas had always warned Sylvia not to pull such stunts, even threatening to tell the police— that was until he would catch himself on his tongue, realising that the police station was no place for a juvenile criminal like himself. But when Dallas saw the look that Sylvia gave Iris that day at the diner, he knew he'd put Iris in danger. Sylvia's eyes practically shot lasers into the back of Iris's head, and that's when Dally knew that he had fucked up. He had seen Sylvia stare down girls before, but not like the way she stared at Iris.

Dallas had found himself thinking about Iris more than he liked. He had never been fascinated by a girl, not the way he was with Iris. She was different than the other girls of Tulsa. She laughed like a birds song, rather than a dying dog like the other girls. She barely wore any makeup and when she did, it was as little as a blot of blush. In Dally's eyes, she was a dream compared to the other 'broads' in Tulsa. It was the usual clique bad boy falls for good girl trope.

As Iris strutted across the streets of Tulsa, in her brand new, blue waitress uniform with two pigtails bouncing behind her— both wrapped in blue ribbons. Her tote bag hung around her shoulder as she made her way through the back of the diner.