My Boy (Dallas Winston x reader)

Chapter two

When I plopped down at the dinner table I was met with a large plate with a hearty serving of spaghetti and meatballs still hot from the pot that Darry had slaved over.
"Spaghetti and meatballs? Did you at least put in oregano?" Ponyboy asked as he entered the dining are and sat across from me.
"Ponyboy, be grateful he's even cooking for you. If I were Darry I would've fed you dog food, man." Dally walked in and sat next to me.
Darry shot him a 'be nice' glare and dropped it. One by one, each one of the boys sat down and began to eat. On my left I had Johnny, and on my right, Dally.
"So how was school for y'all?" Darry asked pointedly at me, Johnny, Ponyboy, and Two-Bit.
"Shit." Two-Bit spat out as he wolfed down his food.
Johnny and Ponyboy both shrugged and said it was 'okay' or 'good'. When it came to me I just gave the so-so hand sign and continued chewing. I hated to say it, but Darry needed to boil the noodles less. It was like chewing slimy mashed potatoes.
"I think you're lying." Dally sternly argued.
I was still chewing, so I gave him a cocky glance and waited for him to add to his little statement.
"Your face tells a different story." As he said that he returned the cocky stare I gave him.
It wasn't that big of a deal, wasn't it? One measly black eye and he gets all curious and interested all of a sudden? I mean I get if you're concerned, all my girls get all protective of me when I get my head beaten in. But Dallas Winston was not like that, he was cold to me half the time and cold to the world. His deep brown eyes continued to smoulder into mine until Two-Bit spoke up.
"I got sent to the principals office, I defaced a Shakespeare poster and drew a dick on the blackboard in English." He boasted.
Everyone seemed to shake their head and giggle except Dally kept looking at me, in the corner of my eye I could see him gazing at me. When everyone had finished the meal I volunteered to take care of the dishes while everyone else went on to do their business. Steve and Sodapop had to return to the DX for some loaded client who would pay extra the sooner they got the job done on his car, Two-Bit took Johnny and Ponyboy to see a Paul Newman movie, and Darry had to go work on a roofing project that cut into the evening. It was just me and Dally left in the house. While I washed the dishes, he was stretched out on the couch fiddling with his silver skull ring.
"I don't get it man, why won't you tell me what happened to your face. Gals don't get black eyes that bad from nothing." He finally said, breaking the silence.
"Because it wasn't nothing, it's just not your business." I snapped at him.
Looking at his face I tried to make sense of his emotions, but when I couldn't I continued on.
"Why should you care anyways." I emphasized on 'you' a lot more just so he got the message.
"Because I don't like seeing a pretty girl get hurt."
I dropped the glass I was scrubbing at on the floor at his words. It shattered and quickly brought me to reality.
"Ah! Shit Darry is gonna kill me." I cried as my attempt to pick up the shards or the broken glass with my bare hand in a panic ended in a large gash.
Dallas silently strode closer and grabbed ahold of my hand. He curiously examined it, with a look of concern slowly creeping upon his face. He then looked me in my eyes with what looked like a  pleading gaze? What? He then disappeared into the bathroom then emerged seconds later with a first aid kit in hand.
"Come."
I was stunned at his words. I was also at loss for mine. He sat me down on the sofa and began to dab a peroxide soaked cotton ball on the slice on my hand.
" Dally I-"
"No."
He cut me off. Since when did he act like this? And why would he act like this? After he seemed satisfied with the open wound being rid of germs and possible infections, he began to dress my hand. He slowly wrapped the gauze around my hand, gently too.
"Tell me if it's too tight." Dally said softly.
To be completely honest, I was ready to scream 'what have you done to Dallas Winston'. He never acted like this. He was a tough and mean hood who could easily surpass any urge to feel emotions or do any acts of kindness. The only thing I could do was watch.
"I'm almost done." Dally broke the silence.
In a matter of seconds he had finished wrapping and ended the mummification process he had done on my hand.
"Thank you, Dally."
When I looked up at him and said this, he had this odd glint in his eyes. If I'm being frank with you, I'd say it looked cute on him. He tried to suppress a tiny grin, like a little boy who's mother told him how handsome he looked.
"I'll clean up and finish the dishes. Don't worry about the glass. I'll make up a cover story and it'll be our little secret." He seemed to attempt to return to his typical tough exterior.
"Dally I really have to thank you again." I seemed to insist.
"Don't mention it, really don't. Unless if you let me in on what really happened to your pretty face."
He may have pissed me off, but he was sweet. I may not have known it then, but that interaction would lead to so much more than I had anticipated.