Outsiders imagines

Dallas *requested*

Requested by @DallasWinstonsBabe. Hope you like it(:

I shivered in the cold as I walked down the street trying to get home. I wore my work uniform, which consisted of a pair of denim shorts and a jersey, sometimes I really hate working at the athletics store. I can't wait till I can finally afford a car, I've been saving up for months. I rolled my eyes when I heard an engine rev in the distance. Stupid Socs. I started to speed up wanting to get home before the Socs showed up.

I must not have much luck. I walked around the corner and saw them parked by the curb. They were in a blue mustang and there were three boys in it.

"Told ya someone was walking this way!" The one in the back laughed. I sighed and turned to walk the other direction.

"Where do you think your going?!" The driver slurred, obviously drunk.

"Home." I mumbled but someone gripped my wristband pulled me back. "Let me go!" I yelled, pulling my arm back.

"Shut up!" One of them yelled, as the one behind me held me in an arm lock. The two standing then took turns hitting me in the stomach and face.

"Stop! Please!" I screamed in pain as they hit me. They didn't respond, they just laughed. I groaned in pain when I heard another voice.

"How about you leave my girl alone!" The person screamed. All of the Socs looked at him and started stumbling back to their car. The guy ran up and put one my arms around his neck and he placed a hand on my waist helping me up. "And don't come back!"

"Who're you?" I asked as I limped to his car. I didn't even hear him pull up.

"I'm Dallas, babe." He said placing me in the car.

"Winston?" There's no way.

"The one and only." He chuckled. The car ride was silent. He never asked where I lived so I suppose we're going to his place. He pulled up outside of Bucks bar and quickly made his way over to help me up. Once we got inside I groaned at the sight of stairs. "Don't worry, babe." He said as he suddenly picked me up bridal style, carrying me up the stairs. Once we got to his room he took me to the bathroom and sat me on the sink. He grabbed a box out from under the sink and started cleaning my wounds. "I never got your name." He mumbled.

"Talari." I answered in a whisper.

"Talari?" He rose an I eyebrow. "I like that." I couldn't help but blush. He probably couldn't see it anyways because of the bruises. "You're gonna have a nasty black eye."

"Why'd you help me?" I asked after we sat in silence for about five minutes. He didn't answer but stared at me like he was trying to figure something out. "I've heard about you. You don't do things out of the goodness of your heart."

"You're different." He mumbled.

"How would you know?" I asked in return.

"I just got a feeling about you." He said. "And if you remember, you're my girl."

"No I'm not. You just said that." I argued.

"Well you're gonna be my girl soon anyways. Why wait." He said with a smirk. He then started blushing. "Can you take your shirt off so I can clean the cuts on your stomach?"

"Cuts?" I asked as I lifted my shirt.

"Yeah, they had a blade." He responded as he started cleaning my cuts. I didn't even notice.

"How do you know I don't already have a boyfriend?" I questioned.

"Because if you did, you would've insisted on going home as soon as you got in my car." I didn't respond knowing he was right. Ten minutes later he was done and we were awkwardly standing in his bathroom. "If ya wanna take a shower I'll bring in some spare clothes you can wear, and you're staying here tonight." He pushed some hair out of my face. "I don't want anyone jumping my girl." He smirked. He then got me a pair of sweats and a tee shirt to wear after my shower.

How did I of all people catch Dallas Winstons attention? He's right though, I will be his girl soon. Dallas Winston always gets what he wants, and it seems I will too this time.