Abyssal Emotions (The Outsiders/Dallas Winston Fan-Fic)

Chapter Three Dallas' POV

I come here every now and again and remember the past. The drive-in is filled with memories and I wish I could relieve them. Tonight I sit alone, a glass bottle wrapped in a brown paper bag hidden in my jean jacket, thinking.

Remembering.

Wishing.

I'm about to take a swig of the whiskey hidden in my charred jean jacket, to waste away my troubles, when I hear someone approaching. I look up and see a girl standing in front of me. Staring at me. My face hardens to show no emotion but disgust.

"What do you want?" I snarl.

She looks startled as if staring at someone wouldn't attract their attention.

I repeat myself. "What," I slow down the words here, "do you want?"

"Um, nothing," she stutters. "I was just wondering if you were okay."

I scoff.

I haven't been okay for a while but in what way, there are too many to put a definite point of time on. I may as well have some fun with this. It'd be a first in a while.

"Me? You want to know," I pause and reach for a match and cancer stick in my pocket. I strike the match against the St. Christopher medal hanging around my neck and light it. I continue, "if I'm okay?" I clarify sarcastically.

"Um, it's just that, you, um." I cut her off.

"That, just, um um um. What?"

"Nothing." I start to chuckle, "Nothing? That's what you decided on? Really, man?"

I start to chuckle again looking to the side as if clarifying she was actually saying this.

"It just looked like you lost something," she says with quick anger.

Her face turning red from her sudden outburst. I stop chuckling and she continues.

"Or someone."

Flashbacks fly through my head but I stop them by taking a gulp from the bottle that I no longer care to hide. I take my feet off the seat and lean forward, standing up. I lean in close to her face, the whiskey still burning my throat.

I whisper, "You don't know shit about my problems.

"Okay?"