Dallas' pov
I just dont understand. It has never been this hard to get a girl to go out with me. Macy is cool. Shes more than cool. Shes hot. And tough. God, why wont she go with me?
I walked out of Bucks, slightly drunk. I was walking down the road, looking for a fight. I needed to get my mind off of Macy. Without noticing, i bumped into someone and knocked them down. "Watch where your going", i spat. "Dont walk on the streets drunk then asshole", a familiar voice barked. She started off and i followed. "Macy?", i asked. "Yes Winston?", she grumbled. "Wanna go get a few drinks?" "Your drunk enough", she answered.
I really hated that she made me seem like the desperate one. "Then how about we go get something to eat?", i offered. "Its almost midnight", she replied. Its so hard to please this girl. "Its never to late to eat." "Not true", she said. I stopped and she continued to walk. "God damn! Why wont you go out with me?", i yelled. She turned and smirked at me. "Why me?", she asked. I didnt expect that. "I like you", i said, stepping forward. She took a step forward too. "Why?", she asked. "Your tough. Your so pretty. You have the guts to tell people off or prove a point", i said stepping forward once again. She stepped forward too, pressing her lips to mine. Before i could deepin it, she pulled away. "Meet me at the Dingo at seven tomorrow", she smiled, walking into the shadows.
I smiled like an idiot. I walked back to Bucks, trying not to look as drunk as i was.
Macys pov
Finally i gave in to Dallas. I have to say, this guy is pretty desperate. I guess going on this date will show me if i like him or not. Maybe i should have picked another town?
