Hot Dude Smuts

Dallas Winston

Movie: The Outsiders

I was walking to Dairy Queen. My dad kicked me out of the house again. I listened because I didn't feel like getting a beating today. So here I was, in my dirty ripped jeans and leather jacket, walking down the street, by myself, in the middle of summer.

I was sweating. I wanted to take my leather jacket off, but then again, I didn't feel like carrying it. So I left it on.

When I got to Dairy Queen, I ordered a medium blizzard. I was just about to sit down when a group of boys entered. I rolled my eyes. There goes my peace and quiet. I chose a different table, farther away from where the boys were.

They were really getting on my nerves, until Tim Shepard came in. He asked me out last month, and I rejected him, of course. So now, he hunts me down and always tries to do stuff with me. Which is why it's rare to see me walking alone. 

One of the guys from the group stands up as Tim approaches them.

"Hey, you guys seen ol' Dally around?" He asks. They boys shake their heads. 

"Well I know he slashed my tires." Tim said, not leaving.

"Look, Tim, we haven't seen Dal, aight? Get outta here." One of the boys said.

Dallas Winston. Don't get me started on that guy. He was the biggest juvenile delinquent in all o Tulsa Oklahoma. Went sneakin' around with a shit ton of girls, just to leave them in the morning. 

But I couldn't help but think that he's a good lookin' guy. He's everything I've ever wanted; greaser, bad boy, hot. I thought about him often. 

I left Dairy Queen, and the boys cat called my way. I flipped them off behind my back and they hollered. 

I was on my way home when an old red mustang started trailing behind me. I cursed inwardly and switched into a light jog. When the car sped up to match my speed I went into a full sprint.

The car, being a car and all, was faster than I was. I stopped and turned around.

"What the hell do you want, Tim?" I asked, knowing damn well what he wanted. He got out of his car.

"Just talk to me, baby." He said, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards his car.

"How many times I gotta say it, Tim? I DON'T FUCKING LIKE YOU!" I yelled in his face. He narrowed his eyes.

"You're a naughty girl, Y/N." He says, pushing me into his car. I started screaming as he entered behind me, forcing me into the back seat. I kicked my legs at him, but he grabbed them and stopped me. I had tears at this point.

"Leave me alone!" I yelled, trying to kick more. I lunged for the side door and tried to open it. I yanked the handle and the door opened. I made a powerful kick and Tim lost grasp of my ankle. I quickly got out of the car. My hair was a mess and my clothes were all lopsided. I started running, but I couldn't do much because I was wearing old converse. Tim caught up to me easily and grabbed me again.

He pulled me into an alley and shoved me against the wall.

"You're gonna regret that, baby." Tim said to you, trying to unbuckle his pants. But then all of a sudden, he was flung to the ground, and someone was on top of him. Blood oozed out of Tim's nose and he went lip. The guy got off of him and stood up to face me. I recognized him immediately.

Dallas Winston.

"You alright there, doll?" He asked me, brushing dirt off of my shoulder. I nod.

"T-thanks." I say. 

"He's always all over you, ain't he?" Dally asked me. 

"Yeah. Only 'cause I rejected him last month. Ever since then..." I said. "But he's never gone that far."