Teach Me - Dallas Winston Fanfiction

Four.

"That's not what you're wearing." Angela said, unimpressed. 

I looked over my shoulder to see her standing in the doorway of my room, hand on her hip and pouting at me. She was wearing a skirt that hardly qualified as a skirt and a fitted t shirt that accentuated her chest far too much. And a cake face of makeup, as always. I glanced down at my own outfit, a pair of jeans and a tank top. Obviously I didn't look like Angela, but that was because I wasn't trying to get picked up. Angela was always trying to get picked up. 

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean, you can't go to Buck's wearing that."

"I'm not staying long enough for anyone to see me. I'm just giving him the medal and going." 

"Still, Victoria, people are going to know you're my sister. People still remember you, you know?"

"Look," I sighed, "I promise to be gone before I get the chance to embarrass you, alright?" 

"What?" Angela narrowed her eyes, "I don't give a shit about that. I don't want to have to deal with people talking down about you after you leave." 

I turned around, "What do you mean?" 

"I mean, if you go dressed like that, I'm going to hear people talking shit about you. And that means I'm going to have to punch some people in the face."

"Well," I started, flustered, "That won't be necessary. You don't have to stand up for me." 

Angela just looked at me, shaking her head, "You don't get it, do you?" 

I went to say something, but Tim shouted up the stairs that if we wanted a ride, we'd better hurry or we'd be walking. Angela wouldn't have given a shit, probably would have loved to stay back a few hours and work me over, but I couldn't stomach the thought of walking six blocks to Buck's and back. I pushed past her before she could suggest I change clothes again, rushing down the stairs and out the door. I slid into the backseat, mentally trying to calm down my breathing. It's okay, just get in, give him the medal and get out. Five minutes tops.

Curly turned around in his seat, grinning, "You got it?" 

"Yeah." I said, clutching the medal in my pants pocket. 

"Leave her alone, Curly," Tim growled, slapping him on the head, "And don't fucking say a word to Dallas when we get there, got it?" 

"Or anyone else," I added. Tim nodded. 

"Whatever," Curly rolled his eyes, plopping back into his seat and huffing. 

Angela slid into the seat beside me, glancing around before giving Tim an irritated look. Tim rolled his eyes, dropping the car in drive and flooring it. Well, it was no wonder where Dallas learned to drive. 

When we arrived at Buck's, my anxiety was at an all time high. It was a run down two story building that looked like it used to be attached to something, but that something got torn down. There were obnoxious neon beer signs in almost every window, a gate on the front door, and Christmas lights hanging off the front porch, which looked like it could cave in at any second. The front yard was littered with people, either sitting on car hoods or standing in circles, talking and holding beers. It was already too many people for me and I wasn't even inside yet. Curly jumped out, running for a group of boys while Tim sauntered over to a different group, slipping his arms around some girl I'd never seen before. Angela was about to make her way inside before she glanced back and noticed my terrified expression.