Next Generation (Part Two)

Part 7

Iris' POV

After I begged Dallas to let me go drink with him and Heath, we went to that bar. On the bar I saw Heath sitting with, surprise, my brother. A moment after I noticed Paul making out with another dude in the back. I didn't know he was gay. As I sat down I knew that Connor was going to say something. "Mom's gonna kill you." Was what he muttered. "You're also still underage for alcohol idiot." I said back.

"What do you think will be more shocking to her, me drinking or you?" I looked away. Next to me sat Dallas. He pointed something with his hands. "Coming right away sweetheart." The a bit older woman taking orders said smiling.

"How come that they sell you guys drinks just like that?" I asked Heath.

"They're old friends from my mom." He smiled and pointed at the younger woman taking drink orders. "You see that woman, she is the daughter of them, and once as a costumer harassed her, we helped, that's why they have nothing against us drinking here as long as it's not too much." I nodded, now I understood why it was so easy for them to just drink here like they were allowed to.

The owner look like in their fifties and the daughter seems to be in her twenties. It feels like a family business. I chuckled to myself, this is completely other than at home. Meanwhile Dallas was 'talking' to the daughter, she seems to know how to sign. Suddenly a glass coke was standing in front of me. "Uhm I didn't order that." I said to the woman who placed it there. "I know honey." She smiled at looked behind me where Dallas with a beer was standing. Connor and Heath began to laugh. "Seriously?" Heath chuckled. "Isn't he a gentleman?" Connor still laughed.

"What's so funny about it?" I had to smile myself and looked at Connor. "It's just that you come here to drink, and Dallas orders coke for you. He threats you like a child." He wasn't stopping. I seriously didn't know what's so funny about it though. But it bothered me how Connor looked down on me, it seemed I would always be treated like a child by everyone. I've had enough. My mom, Connor, in school, even my friends. Because I'm a girl?

I didn't know why I was getting so angry. Somehow what I planned to do next wasn't thought through, but took a quick sip of Heath's beer and walking to Dallas, kissing him. I grabbed his head and pulled it down to mine. He held up his beer trying not to let it fall. Originally I just planned a quick kiss, but he wrapped his arm round my waist and kissed me back, in one hand holding the beer and with the other one holding me.

I wasn't expecting at all that he would react like that. We stopped and he looked at me confused although he not seemed to be against it at all. But he must've thought the same as me: fuck it. I pulled him down again and he put the glass on the table next to him, holding my waist and back with both hands. While kissing he wandered with one hand up to my neck and with one staying at my waist. I just heard in the back "Now she is gonna kill you." As answer I raised my middle finger so that he could see it. Heath made this 'ohh' sound. "Shut up." He muttered at him.

Dallas stopped again and raised his hand at Heath, who tossed him the keys. He signed something and took my hand, walking outside.

"What did he say?" asked Connor. Heath chuckled into his glass. "'We're going first' and 'sorry Connor.'" Connor let out a disgusted groan.

We reached the house and I thought the mood was gone, but as soon as I took off my shoes and jacket he kissed my neck. 'Seriously?' I thought and smirked. I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck. He pulled my body close to his, pulling me up, I wrapping my feet around him and he carried me in the bedroom. Cliché but not bad.

The next day I woke up Dallas was already gone. I thought he was somewhere else again, but as I searched some of my clothes, but took his shirt because it lay next to my other clothes, of course not finding my bra, and walked in the kitchen I saw him drinking coffee. When I look at him now, I think about last night, but before that, I thought of him being distant, what is different now? I wasn't drunk he probably weren't either, so why did it come to this? I didn't plan to sleep with him.

He was staring at the small TV while I stared at him.

Somehow I'm not regretting last night, or the whole yesterday. He is strange, maybe because he isn't such an asshole that I like him. Well normal like, not that kind of like from yesterday, at least I think so. I think I just released anger, yeah that's probably it.

Thinking more deeply about, what was so strange about him? He's straight forward, doesn't really seem to care if he hurts someone, he still is a kind of gentleman though. Confusing. "Dallas." He turned to me, waiting for me to say something. I honestly didn't know what to say, apologizing would sound as if I made a mistake or didn't like it. It wasn't my first time, and it wasn't bad either, although my back still ached.

"How do you feel about me, about last night." He still had the coffee mug in his hand and came closer, he kissed my cheek and smiled. Again like the first day, he put his thumb to his chin, moved it forward and waved.

"Don't worry." I smiled and he walked away, probably to change, he just wore boxers. I felt like he understood that it only was meant to be a one night stand.

Feeling at home I made a mug of coffee for me too. I was glad that it was Saturday, with the coffee I also watched a bit TV. It was the news report about two teens been found dead in the woods. They had wounds as if someone would ram a tentacle or anything else like this in their bodies, because they said that the corpses have big holes through them. Is that what Dallas is watching every morning, the news? "How boring."

Dallas POV

"- there is no animal near these woods what could have done such a thing, like these big holes through their bodies, more to it later with an biologist answering-"

I was in the bedroom, what looked like a mess of pillows, blankets, a bra, tissues and condoms. I grabbed my forehead. "He's going to kill me either ways" I thought and stared at the bra and touched my ribs, the ones that almost broke back then.