I stare down at the bottle covered in brown paper in his left hand. He breathes whiskey into my face. His small chuckle mocks me and I gather my courage and switch my gaze up to his face. His smirk mimics his mocking laugh.There are sunken in hollows under his cheek bones and dark circles under his eyes. I lift my eyes farther to meet his.
"You didn't have to be rude. I was just being polite," I say.
His smirk widens and before he can say another word I speak.
"Get lost, Hood!"
I spat out the words and then see something flicker across his face. He bites his lip and a look of desperation settles in his features. His dark eyes pull at my heartstrings.
He steps slowly away backwards with his hands in the air, still holding the bottle in his left.
"Fine," he says. "Enjoy your damn southside Soc lifestyle."
He turns around on one foot and slams the bottle into the trash can. I hear the glass shatter and a security guard walks over to the boy and says something on his way out. He shakes him off with a careless gesture and leaves.
I don't know why, but for some strange reason, I feel sorry for him.
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Abyssal Emotions (The Outsiders/Dallas Winston Fan-Fic)
FanficIn the 1960's, two teenagers from opposite sides of the tracks help each other learn about their town, what really matters in life, and each other while trying to erase their broken pasts.