I Don't Care What's in Your Hair, I Just Wanna Know What's on Your Mind

Chapter 3: Future Boyfriend With the Wrong Future Heart

Dallas was eager for the first movie to end. The girls were the first ones out, and when it ended, Dallas jumped up like the devil was after him.
We (as in he and I just tag along) ran off to go find her. She was walking with some friends. He was running, running to catch a girl that won't give no time to him.
"Hey," Dallas called, out of breath."Wait up!"
She glared devishly at her friends. We were in the dead of night by a gate. It was calm and peaceful. But, nothing is peaceful when Dallas Winston is around.
"Whatdya want?" She responded.
"Wanting to take you out," Dallas remarked.
"Oh really?" She laughed. "What's your name?"
Dallas gave his famous trademark smile, "Your future boyfriend."
She laughed, "How creative of your parents."
"What's yours, doll?" He questioned, ignoring her comment.
"Daniela," She said. "Daniela Vienna."
"What a pretty name," he winked at her.
She started walking off, Dallas wasn't that for an answer.
"What about that date?" He called.
"Honey, I think you got one next to you."
She was referring to me, "Nah she's just a friend."
Daniela turned around and walked over.
She grabbed his leather jacket, "Pick me up at 7, tomorrow night."
He gripped her hips, "You bet I will, girl." They were exceptionally close. "She ain't gonna be there, right?"
He shook his head no and dragged his finger up her body, "Just me and you."
She smiled, kissed him on the cheek, whispered her address in his ear, and strut her way off. Dallas was checking her out all the way.
I swallowed, I felt ignored and lost. I stalked off out of no interest within that scene. Maybe I'll see if Soda's at the DX and can give me a lift home or somethin'. Dallas had already made his way to his car and forgot about me. Probably day dreaming about that girl, maybe planning to get rip roaring drunk, or drive around town to see where he should take Daniela tomorrow. I knew within two days they'd be a thing, and my best friend would ignore me.
I kinda of diverted my mind from it until someone pulled up next to me, it was Sodapop. Thank God, was I glad to see him.

"Hey, hun, whatsup?" He asked, getting out and helping me in the truck.
"Oh, nothing. Only watched Dallas half the time try to pick up a girl, and maybe get ignored half the time," I complained.
He stared at me, "What? I'm being honest."
Soda put the truck in gear and drove off, "Dallas has always been like that."
I bite my lip and then shrugged it off. "How was work?"
"Do you like Dallas or somethin'?" He questioned.
I was confused. Like Dallas?
I questioned that. With uncertainty, I replied carefully, "As a friend, yes."
"No, I meant as a crush."
"No," I spat, "that'd be gross."
"Yes, work was fine," he responded.
I was in no particular mood to be dealing with anything. I was annoyed. I knew Dallas wouldn't care though, tonight he wouldn't at least. That girl had him wrapped around her finger.

Soda had seemed just as irritated. "Something wrong?"
"No," he responded lightly and kept driving.
I nodded, "Oh okay."
He dropped me off, "Thanks, Pop."
"No problem, Anna."
I cocked an eyebrow, he never really replaces my nickname with Anna unless he's in some sort of irritated state.
He drove off the minute I shut the door. I felt rushed, and this night just turned out to be one big drag.
I walked inside my house, my parents were fighting. Things have been a little rough lately. But, I stalked off to my bedroom, instantly laying there doing absolutely nothing. I had closed the door behind me, maybe hoping that answers followed me and would stay in the room- possibly being able to help out my confused mind.
Thoughts ran through my head, jogging miles and miles. I couldn't stop thinking about Sodapop's question. Do I really like Dallas? Why did I get upset when he kept flirting with that girl? Do I like him now because he's got a girlfriend and I'm jealous? I don't know, I couldn't answer for myself.
I nearly fell asleep thinking about it. Maybe I'm just irritated, I kept telling myself. Maybe I was tired of being ignored half the night and being rushed, I told myself as well.
I convined myself of alot of things, then I would deny it, then I'd correct myself and agree. It was a debate between myself and I.
A weird feeling stirred in my stomach, I wasn't sure what to call it. This debate and fight over these answers dragged me down and beat me.
I concluded with an agreeable statement that I currently had no feelings until the whole scene with Daniela replayed in my mind.

"Your future boyfriend."
"Will she be there too?"
"What about that date?"
"Jeez, she's a hottie."
"7, tomorrow night."

I was so aggravated at this point that I screamed in my pillow. I don't cry, I usually get mad these days. I only tear up or bawl when somethings really bothering  me, or things just keep piling up that I just explode.
This whole feeling thing got me mixed up, I never took the time to actually think about my feelings. The lack of tending to my emotions made things complicated, it was consantly bugging me. My head was spinning from all this ruckus swirling inside my head.

I finally fell asleep, not even changed or in bed properly. Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and it'll be a different day, one without so many questions and aggravation.