The Writing on the Walls

Chapter Five

"Can I get something strong?" I ask while  leaning against the counter.
"Yeah, when you turn twenty one." The bartender says bluntly.
"Well, fuck you!" I yell at him before storming outside. I guess I'll just have to go to Buck's. I stomp my way over and when I finally reach it sadness has entered me again. Poor Bob didn't even get to finish. Oh god! What if he was going to ask me out. And Dallas scared him off. Ugh! I hate him! I walk into Buck's and sit at the bar.
"Something strong and keep em coming." I say to Buck. He just nods and gets my drink. I only know Buck from his parties. I don't know if he even remembers me. He hands me a tall class and I can't tell if it's some sort of tequila or vodka. I gulp down half the glass and look at him.
"What brings you here at this hour of the day? It's hardly lunch yet."
"Well, first of all, Dallas Winston is a love killing machine. And second of all, the Dingo wouldn't serve to me." I say between hiccups.
"Dallas Winston, aye? Were you two dating or something?" He says while moving to sit next to me on the bar stool.
"Ha! No way in hell. I hate him. He crushed my chances with this guy I liked."
"How?"
"He said I was his girl! And scared the poor guy off. He was about to ask me out too. Hey, what's with all the questions?" I ask after my little rant. I finish off my drink and feel the world spinning.
"Just trying to figure this out for you."
"That's real nice of you." I say while leaning over the counter.
"Yeah, or maybe I'm just fishing to know your chances with me." He mumbles while stumbling forward to kiss me. He doesn't hold back. He pulls me against him roughly and leans me against the counter. I squirm under his grasp. All of a sudden his lips are ripped off of mine and I come face to face with Dallas.  Or more like face to back. He's already on the floor beating Buck to a pulp. I let out one last hiccup and rush out of Buck's. When I get outside the chilly air hits me like a ton of bricks. I wish I still had Bob's arms to keep me warm. Sadness rushes over my body as I stumble home. As I walk along I see Two-Bit, Pony, and Johnny.
"Hi guys." I mumble.
"What the hell happened to you?" Two-Bit asks while jogging over to me.
"Ask Dallas." I slur while leaning against him.
"I'm gonna take her home. You guys alright walking home?" He asks Pony and Johnny. They nod and Two-Bit wraps an arm around my waist. I rest my head against his shoulder as we walk back to my house.
"Thank you." I say to Two-Bit while he walks me inside.
"Anytime." He says while kissing my forehead. I smile up at him before closing my door. My head slowly begins to pound making me groan. I take an Advil and practically crawl to my room. I lay in my bed as sleep slowly takes over my body. And before I know it I'm out like a light.
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I shoot up in my bed to the sound of my window creaking. The figure steps into the light and I sigh when I realize it's only Dallas.
"What in God's name are you doing in here?" I whisper while turning on the light on my bedside table.
"I'm sorry about today. I didn't know that you liked Bob that much and I was an asshole." Dallas says while handing me the flowers in his hands. I take them and look up at him.
"So do you forgive me?" He asks, tugging the ends of his hair nervously.
"Yeah, thanks Dallas." I say while standing up from my bed and hugging him. I walk over to my desk and empty one of my tall paint brush holders and carry it into my bathroom.
"How'd you know I liked Bob?" I ask when it's filled with water.
"Well after I beat Buck's ass I went to my room to cool off. A few hours later he came up and told me what you said." Dallas says to me, cracking a smile. I put the flowers in a vase and lean against my bed.
"And why'd you call me your girl?"
"I didn't want you with some Soc."
"But if I were to date him you wouldn't hate me..?"
"...no. I wouldn't hate you."
"Okay." I crawl back into my bed and look up at him confused.
"Do you wanna stay?" I ask while staring up at him.
"Ugh, no. I'm just gonna head out." He leans over me and plant a soft kiss on my forehead before slipping back out my window.
/Dallas' POV\
(Seventh Period the Next Day)
I'm such a screw up! I should've stayed. Bob probably asked her out today and I'm history. Last night was the last night I'd have with her. No more roaming the town together or late night walks home. She'll have Bob to pick her up and she'll have Bob to roam the streets with. I wonder if Bob will see her room. Probably not. God, she looked so beautiful last night. How does a girl manage to fall asleep hungover and wake up like an angel. I kick rocks as I go but find myself out of my territory. Shit. I go to turn around but stop walking when I hear the soft purr of a mustang. I look in the car and my eyes widen a little. Bob's in the front seat.
"Looking for something greaser?" He asks while hopping out of the car.
"If I were you I'd leave me alone." I say coolly while lighting a cancer stick.
"And why is that?"
"Because I'm Chrissy's best friend and if you touch me I'll just tell her and she'll forget all about your sorry ass." I say while stomping it into the ground.
"You won't tell her if your dead by tomorrow." He says while sending his little minions on me. I would fight back but I know Bob would make it sound like I did it to him first. So I lay there and let them pummel me. Love's not the only thing that hurts.