Teach Me - Dallas Winston Fanfiction

Six.

Around 3:30 in the morning, I was awakened by the sound of footsteps in my room. I opened my eyes to see a man stumbling across my floor. What the hell was Curly or Tim doing in my room at 3:30 am?

"What are you doing?" I grumbled, my voice hoarse.

"Going to piss."

The voice made me jump, sitting straight up in the bed. Now very much awake, and still slightly tipsy, the events of the night came rushing back into my head so fast I nearly cried out. I could feel the panic starting in my stomach, rising towards my chest and soon enough my body was shaking rapidly. I turned to Dallas with a face that was probably threatening vomit soon. He paused, his hand still reaching for the door.

"What's gotten into you?"

"Holy shit," I almost shouted, "We had sex, didn't we?"

"Oh God," He threw his head back, rolling his eyes, "Don't tell me you're too drunk to remember."

"I-I-I-" Well I had been, hadn't I? "I don't know!"

"You weren't," He sighed, "Believe me, sweetheart, you were all kinds of coherent and willing. It'll come back to you."

"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God."

I scrambled out of bed, pacing the floor for all of five seconds before I realized I was still completely naked. I screamed then, causing Dallas to jump and then smile at me through the darkness.

"Oh, stop! Stop looking at me!"

"Would you quit yelling? I've already seen it all anyway."

"Don't say that," I shouted despite his request, desperately covering myself with my hands.

"Calm down. Grab my shirt, it's right there by your feet."

I didn't say anything, just snatched up the large shirt and slipped it over my head all within a breath. It smelled like him, like cigarettes and men with the faintest hint of staleness to it. I wiped my face hurriedly as I felt the first few tears fall. Dallas Winston had seen me naked, Dallas Winston had felt my body, Dallas Winston had fucking fucked me. Where was Angela, or Curly, or- Oh no, where was Tim? I remembered his words about knocking Dallas out if he ever tried anything with me.

"I need to go home," I stammered.

Dallas raised one eyebrow, but smirked, "I'll say."

"I just- I don't- do you know if Tim is still here?"

"I doubt it," He yawned, suddenly approaching me. He paused a few steps ahead of me, then reached out to cup my face with both hands. His thumbs rubbed across my cheeks, wiping away the tears that just kept flowing. He tilted his head as I let out a shaky breath, "Damn if you aint pretty, though."

"Stop it," I tried to push him away, but my body was so weak I didn't manage anything, "Just stop. I want to go home."

"Okay. I'll get a car from Buck, alright? Just stop crying, will ya?"

"I can't," My voice shook again, and I shut my eyes tight.

"Well, you got to. I've never been good with crying."

"Just go get the car," I sighed, and he left without another word.

I shook my head, collapsing down onto the bed, my head resting on my knees. I had to stop crying, but right then that was the only thing in this world I wanted to do other than going home. I wanted to cry for days. I'd lost my virginity to the toughest hood around with a rep sheet as long as the Mississippi. And worse, I'd lost it after I got plastered drunk with a boy named Two-Bit. It all seemed like some bad teenage rom-com down at the Nightly Double. I sighed heavily, convincing myself that I could cry more when I got home, but not right now. I leaned down and grabbed my clothes, slipping on my jeans before trading my shirt for Dallas'. He opened the door only a minute later, sleepiness on his face and a key ring swinging on his finger.

"Come on," He yawned.

"Alright," I moved towards the door, reaching for the key, "Here's your shirt, I guess."

"Thanks, I guess," He smiled slightly, throwing it over his shoulders. He still hadn't handed me the key.

"Give me that," I said, irritation starting in my voice, "I just want to go home, I don't want to play any games."

"What in the hell are you on about? I'm driving."

"I'm perfectly capable of driving myself home!"

"Even if I hadn't seen you clean out a bottle of whiskey less than three hours ago, that still wouldn't be true. Besides, Buck aint gonna let you take his car. I gotta take you so I can bring it back."

"Fine," I resisted the urge to stamp my foot, "Just promise you'll drive even slightly better than last time."

He grinned at me, "I'll try my absolute hardest to tend to your request."

"Oh, bite me."

"I did," He chuckled, shutting the door as we entered the hallway, "A few times, actually. I think you liked it."

My cheeks caught flame almost instantly, and I turned around and punched him the shoulder as hard as I could three times. Dallas leaned away from me, never losing his smile.

"Don't be ashamed, baby, we all got a little freak in us somewhere."

"Shut up!" I shouted, punching him again, "People are going to hear you."

He rolled his eyes, brushing past me, "You've been yelling since you woke up, or don't you remember that either?"

"Do you think it's funny I don't remember losing my virginity?"

He nearly fell down the stairs then. He caught the banister in a white knuckle grip, his face turning all kinds of pale and confused when he turned his stare on me.

"You were a virgin?"

"Of course I was. I'm not a whore."

"Virgin and whore are opposite ends of the spectrum, Vic, there's a world of possibilities in between."

"Well, I was a virgin."

"Lord," He shook his head, "You didn't act like it for a second."

"Dallas Winston!"

"Sorry," He shook his head again, starting down the stairs, "Come on, let's just get you home. Hopefully Tim's passed out in a field somewhere and won't be there when you come in."

"Hopefully," I muttered, following him.

Every fiber of my being was urging me to hate him, to see red, to associate him with nothing but wrong and evil and hurt. But I just couldn't for some reason.