Your First Fight ⇒ The Outsiders Preferences

chapter five

Your First Fight: Dallas

{{Warning: contains talk of sex & swearing (slurs with be starred out) Dallas Winston is also portrayed as the same tough guy, BUT I made him a virgin for the story. I thought it'd be an interesting choice & decided to go with it! It also gets kinda intense at some parts so just be ready}}

*Your POV*

"Shut up," I said, softly.

"Why?" he snapped, getting louder and louder.

"Please, just shut up," I said even softer.

"I'm allowed to yell!" he yelled at me.

"Please dally don't yell," I begged softly. "I hate it when you yell at other people and it's so much worse now that you're yelling at me."

This was the first time he's ever yelled at me. Ever! He's yelled at other people when we were at Buck's and they were flirting with me, or when we were walking down the street and people would whistle at me, but never at me. And it was a hell of a lot scarier when he yelled at me rather than someone else.

"Why?!" he yelled. "Am I not allowed to get upset at you?!"

That's when I snapped. "No, Dallas!" I screamed. "Not for this reason! Maybe if I stole something or cheated but definitely not for this reason!"

"Well why not?!" he yelled, his face turning red.

"Because!" I screamed, on the verge of tears. "It's my body! It's my choice! And if I say no, that means you respect it or get the hell out!"

Dally Winston, the most sexed-up in Tulsa, was a virgin. But only I knew that. He told me three months into dating and he wanted me to be his first. But, since I wasn't a virgin, it had caused an argument.

Dally took a deep breath. "Look, [y/n]," he said. "I've got a reputation to protect. And if people find out I'm a virgin, that reputation is down the drain!"

I sighed. "Dallas, sex is no for keeping reputations," I replied. "Sex is meant to show someone you love them. It- it's two people being one for just a short amount of time. Two minds working together at one goal: proving your love. And if you only want to have sex to keep your reputation, go find some other broad to do the job."

He stared me down for a moment. "Maybe I will," he snapped. He turned on his heel and walked out of my house, slamming the door behind him.

"Wh-" I didn't know what just happened. But- he wouldn't ACTUALLY fuck some other girl while we were dating. Would he?

*The Next Day*

I woke up to knock on the door and someone calling my name.

"[Y/n]? [Y/n]!" they called. "I know you're awake, it's past noon! Open up!"

I groaned at the sound of the voice. Dallas. I threw my dark blue sheets off me and went downstairs to open the door.

"What?" I snapped. He had this smug look on his face, like he had won a race where everyone was betting against him.

"What did you do?" I asked, crossing my arms.

He smirked. "Maybe not what would be the proper question. But who?"

I gasped and my eyes immediately filled with tears. "You- you didn't..."

"I did," he snapped. "And it was wonderful. I even brought you a souvenir!" He grinned, pulled the used condom out of his pocket and threw at me. I screamed.

"What's wrong?" he taunted. "Never seen one before? Well- I mean you've had to! Seen you've had sex and with everyone except me!"

My eyes watered more and I clenched my jaw. "Yeah? You wanna know why I didn't wanna have sex with you?!" I snapped. "Because I think I'm a beard!"

{{Incase you don't know, a beard is a cover-girlfriend/cover-boyfriend for someone who's gay}}

He gasped. "Me?! GAY?!"

"Yep!" I snapped, my blood boiling. "That's why you've never had sex with a girl and you were do desperate to do it so then people would really think you were straight! I mean- if Dallas, the-most-sexed-up-tough guy-gotta-reputation-to-protect Winston is gay, then there goes your whole reputation! It ruins everything!"

He growled, but I continued talking.

"Image, Dallas Winston," I taunted. "Gay! A total PANSY! A F****T!"

Suddenly, he reached out and slapped me. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him, his hand squeezing my jaw.

"I am NOT a f****t," he snapped. "Never suggest that again."

I clenched my jaw, more tears brimming eyes. He'd never hit me before and he's certainly never been this angry. But I didn't care. He cheated. Imagine what I feel like. So I kept talking.

"Admit it, Dallas," I snapped, my words coming out slurred and lisped because of the way he held my face. "You're a complete and total F****T!" I screamed that last word, sending flecks of spit into his face.

He slapped me again and shoved me back onto the couch. He growled and sat on my lap. My eyes widened in fear. He had me completely pinned. He could do whatever he wanted to me and I wouldn't have a say! I may be strong, but not strong enough to fight him off.

He grabbed my face and looked me in the eyes before forcing me to kiss him deeply. I reeled my head back, trying to get away but he grabbed my face again, harder and forced me to kiss him again.

I made little sounds, trying to pull away but his grip was to strong. He shoved his tongue in my mouth and I had no choice but to let it be there. I whimpered and struggled against him, but I couldn't do anything.

After five minutes of tongue-ing me, pulled away. A small line of saliva connecting our mouths. I looked at him, my eyes wide and tears falling on my cheeks.

He smirked at me, before realizing what he'd done. His smirk faded, replaced with shock.

"[Y/n]..." he started, softly and close to tears. "I- I'm so sorry." He began to cry and so did I.  He wrapped him arms around me and cried into his chest. We just sat there, crying for a long time.

"I- I forgive you dally," I whispered. "Just- please. Don't do that ever again. I- I thought you were gonna rape me." My voice cracked and I started to cry again.

"no, baby," he said softly. "I'd never ever ever do that. I promise." We sat there in silence, just hugging each other.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I love you too," he whispered back.

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