𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏'//𝑫𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒔 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏×𝑶𝑪

💥|ELEVEN|💥

DALLY WASN'T KIDDING when he said we would go to the diner. We sat in a booth by the window so we could see people walking past the diner. As we waited to be served Dally pulled out his pack of cigarettes. I could see other people in the small diner glancing at Dally with distaste. I kick his leg under the table and he gives me a look "What?" He questions.

"Don't smoke inside." I scold him, my eyes find a woman who is glaring at Dally. I smile sweetly and she rolls her eyes looking away "You're attracting attention." I mutter to Dally in a low voice.

"I attract attention everywhere I go, Darlin' I mean look at me." He uses his hand to gesture to his beautiful face as he grins playfully.

My eyes land on the cigarette between his lips and I frown. Dally noticed because he huffed and took the cigarette out of his mouth putting it back in his pack. He pockets the pack grumbling something under his breath.

"Did Dallas Winston just put another's feelings into consideration?" I gasp teasingly.

"Shut your trap, woman." He grumbles, though I could see his lips twitch up. That made me smile too. My smile falters when I catch the dark blue eyes of a familiar Soc. His blonde hair was well-kept and styled and he was handsome, well except for the swell of his nose. The same nose I slammed my head into when he had me pinned on the ground just a few days ago.

He stared right back at me from his spot in the booth a few feet away. Dally noticed my wandering gaze and looked over his shoulder, when he looked back he put two and two together. "That the Soc that bruised your face up?" He questions lowly to not be heard.

I clear my throat, my eyes snapping back to Dally "Please don't make a scene." I beg with pleading eyes.

His jaw tenses "I should pound his face into the ground for putting his hands on you." He growls lowly.

I gently put my hand over his balled-up fist and I feel him tense more under my palm. "Please, Dally. Just let it go, it's over now." I mumble. He pauses for a moment before nodding his head. I smile lightly and move my hand "Thank you."

"Hi! Welcome to Betsy's Diner. What can I— Angela?" My face pales slightly, my eyes widening as Beatrice's bright blue eyes take in my appearance.

Her eyes trail over my clothes then stop for a second longer on my neck before her eyes snap to mine. Beatrice isn't an idiot, my neck had little dark marks, I wore the same clothes from last night, and I was with Dally. She knew.

"Can I get a coke?" Dally breaks the silence, unaware of the tension or maybe he just didn't care.

"Do you want a black eye?" Beatrice fires back with a sweet smile, her eyes now on Dally, annoyance radiating off her in waves.

"That depends, you want to end up on your ass, Blondie?"

"You son of a bitch," Beatrice reaches for Dally who seemed to find the situation amusing. I shoot up from my spot and hold my hand out in front of her.

"Bea..let's just talk." I word my sentence carefully. Beatrice looked like she wanted to shoot Dally while Dally still had a smug grin on his face.

The blonde finally looks at me and walks away "Don't do anything dumb." I mumble to Dally as I move from the booth.

"Yes, ma'am," Dally says sarcastically, giving me a fake salute. I roll my eyes and hit the back of his head as I walk away from him.

I follow Beatrice to a side exit with the words "employees only" in big red letters plastered on it. She walked back and forth in a line. She was so angry I would feel the annoyance radiating off of her in waves.