Teach Me - Dallas Winston Fanfiction

Nine.

(Thanks to everyone who's added this in their library even though I let it drop off horribly! I don't know if I can make promises on steady updates but I've been inspired lately!)

The night around six thirty, I was fully immersed in my book. I was curled up on the couch with a cup of steaming tea next to me on the coffee table and I was enjoying the silence of the house. Angela had left a while after Dallas and Tim, telling me she was on a mission to "show Bryon what he was missing" and I hadn't seen Curly since last night at Buck's. I remembered Dallas telling Tim that he was at the Dingo selling and I hoped he was wrong for once. Tim wouldn't stand for Curly getting involved in heavy drugs. I didn't like Curly all that much, but he was my brother and I didn't want to see him get wailed on.

A horn blared from outside and I nearly threw my book across the room when I jumped in shock. I paused, listening for the answering shouts of any of my neighbors or the sound of tires peeling away, but nothing came. Then the horn honked again.

"Oh, what the.." I grumbled, tossing my blanket into the floor as I stood up.

I crossed the room and yanked the curtains back only to see Buck's mustang on the street in front of my house. Dallas was leaning on the driver's door with a cigarette hanging from his mouth and looking patiently at the house. I rolled my eyes and swung the front door open.

"Are you serious?" I called out.

"You ready to go?" He answered nonchalantly, thumbing towards the passenger door, "I couldn't remember if I said six or seven."

"You said seven," I frowned, "And I am not going to the movies with you."

"Well, not just me, Soda and Two Bit are meeting us there."

"Do I look like I'm in any condition to be leaving the house right now?"

He observed me in my polka dot pajama shorts and one of Tim's old t shirts. My hair was tied up in a loose bun and I'm sure my face could have made Death himself flinch.

"You look great," He shrugged, "If you want to change, you can. We've got time."

"Dallas-"

"Listen, Vic," He cut me off, a smirk starting on his face, "I'm not leaving until you leave with me. And don't think about slamming that door because I've broken into your house more times than you can count and I've never minded stealing out of it either."

So that's how I ended up sitting in a bleacher with Dallas Winston, Two Bit Mathews, and Sodapop Curtis watching the most boring movie to ever grace the drive-in screen. Even Two Bit, who had been ecstatic upon arrival, was leaning back in his seat with his eyes drooping. Dallas had bought us all a round of cokes and popcorn. I wasn't sure where he'd gotten the money as he'd told me he had none on him when we had to climb under the back fence. I was sitting between Dallas and Soda while Two Bit sat on the other side of Soda. I was thankful that it was summer and we didn't have to sit very close for body heat.

"So the kid's not joining us?" Dallas asked to no one in particular.

Soda tossed a piece of popcorn in the air and caught it in his mouth, "You know how Pony is about the drive-in, Dal."

Dallas didn't say anything. Instead he just stared at the empty chair in front of him for a few moments before lighting up a cigarette. His eyes were darker than normal as he tried to slip his arm around me while exhaling smoke.

"Don't touch me," I warned, leaning away from his arm.

"Damn, Dallas," Two Bit laughed, "Did you drag her here by her hair or something?"