𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏'//𝑫𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒔 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏×𝑶𝑪

💥|SEVEN|💥

"I DON'T THINK I can walk," I mutter to Beatrice as I grip her closet door. My eyes were on the black heels Beatrice let me borrow. I wore a wine-red dress that had a plaid skirt and black heels.

"Back straight, chin up, and shoulders back." She instructs. I sighed and lost my hold on the door to stand the way she told me to, I definitely had more balance standing like this. "Now one foot in front of the other."

"I feel stupid," I grumble.

"Ah, ah. No negativity." Beatrice scolds. I huff and start walking in the heels. Beatrice smiles, clapping. "I feel like a proud mother." She sighs happily, putting her hand over her chest.

I shoulder bump her with a smile "You still have to help me get downstairs." I remind her.

"On it." She replies, standing beside me. I throw my arm around her shoulders and we slowly walk to her bedroom door.

"These heels are starting to make my feet ache," I tell her with a groan.

"You'll get used to that," Beatrice tells me as we walk down her stairs. I huff but stay silent as we make our way outside. I release Beatrice and start walking myself, heading towards the passenger seat of her car.

We get in her cherry red Corvette and she starts it. I knew Steve would love to get his hands on this car, he loved cars more than he loved our gang.

The drive to the movie was short and when we got there Cherry and Marcia had already found seats.

"Hey, girls." Beatrice grins, announcing our presence. The two turn to look at us, smiles gracing their faces.

"Hi. You must be Angela." Cherry Valance speaks up as Beatrice and I sit. I give her a nod and a small smile.

"Couldn't even tell you were from the East Side of town," Marcia adds. I'm sure it was meant as a compliment, but that's not what it sounded like.

Cherry must've noticed because she spoke up. "She just means you look really pretty- not that growing up on the East Side is bad." She quickly rushes out to defend her friend.

"Yeah, I know," I reply with a tight smile. An awkward silence fills the area. We turned our attention to the movie which I realized really wasn't that interesting, but it was better than nothing.

The silence was broken by someone sitting behind us. I couldn't see them so I really didn't care. That was until one of them started to talk. I would recognize that voice from anywhere.

I flick my eyes to the side and see that my suspicions are correct. Dallas Winston sat behind me and to make matters worse my brother and Johnny sat beside him.

Dally spoke subtle dirty things and Johnny must've been uncomfortable because soon he got up and left to get a coke. Dally continued his taunting words as my brother had his eyes anywhere but Bea, Cherry, Marcia, and I. I doubted they even knew it was me since I didn't really look like myself. My usual straight hair was curled and styled, my old, overly used clothes were replaced with an expensive dress, and my plain face was plastered with expensive makeup.

I was able to ignore most of Dally's words until I felt a light tug on my hair. Before I could speak Dally's hot mouth was beside my ear. My breath caught in my throat, not from fear but a feeling that made me clench my legs together and shift in my seat. "Is this your real hair?" He whispers softly.

His low tone made goosebumps pepper my skin despite it being a warm night. "I just wanted to know if this is the same hair that's on your..." He points down at the space between my legs before quickly pointing at my face "These eyebrows." He finishes his sentence.