Sylvia

Chapter Thirteen: Sylvia

           

I roll my eyes at Joan Darcy's unwavering glare at me, it's nothing malicious, but rather one of heated intensity, waiting for me to break information about Karen Hill.

It's information I ain't about to supply.

She continues to watch me as I turn in my time sheet to Bev, who takes it real graciously.

"Sylvie, I don't know quite what we would do without ya around here." She pants, squeezing into the space behind the counter.

Without a smile, or even a hint of any kind of emotion, I turn and walk out of the diner, wrapping Dal's jacket tighter around me.

Sure as hell, Dallas Winston leans against the wall of the diner, puffing on a smoke like his life depends on the damn thing.

"Hi honey." I smile, feeling somewhat content for the first time today.

"Doll." He smirks, taking the weed out of his mouth and offering it over to me before lighting a new one for himself.

I take it graciously, pecking him on the cheek, which seems to be an ego boost he don't need. He pinches my waist, dangerously close to inappropriate and takes my hand into his own. His hand dwarfs mine, and I revel in the comfort that his presence is to me.

Puffing away on my cancer stick, I watch as the sky turns dark.

"It's kinda beautiful out here." I muse, not expecting a response at all from the man next to me.

"Jesus, Juliet, don't go being sap on me. I thought you got past that." He jokes, suddenly pulling my body flush to his.

The cigarette in my hand drops to the ground, and I look direct into the eyes of Dallas Winston. We stand in the middle of a street made from pure hell, but all I can see when I look at him is pure heaven.

"You'll be the death of me." He whispers, a certain breathiness plaguing his voice.

"Shit, just kiss me, you big sap." I smirk at him, and like all he needed was permission, his lips meet mine furiously.

I could melt.

His hands trail over my waist, pushin' the boundaries as usual. I don't expect much more from the likes of him anyhow.

Gravel crunching breaks me from my trance, and I hit Dally until he stops his assault of my lips, his arms automatically pushing me to the side of him as he stares down the boys who stand in front of us.

I shiver, suddenly uncomfortable in front of the boys who used to swear to be forever.

"Damn, Sylvia, I didn't know you'd become a common whore."

I flinch at Tim's words, shrinking back until I can't get much closer to Dallas. Dallas stands taller, tilting his head back in a way that usually means trouble. I clutch real nervous like at his shoulder, holding him back, but what good can I honestly do against Dallas Winston when he's mad as a bull.

"You got a real nerve about ya." Dallas calls to Tim, taking a threatenin' step towards him.

"And here I was thinking it was you with a nerve." Tim smirks, but even from where I stand tucked crudely behind Dallas, I can see the pure malice glint in his eyes. It ain't a pretty picture.

"Why don't you come over here and find out." Dallas instigates further, and I look at the group in front of me.

Danny and a boy I ain't ever seen before stand to the side of Tim, watching us closely with Rudy and Curly further down the street. It's five against two, one really, because what am I going to do. I could probably land a good one on Rudy, but it'd only be because he's too nice to beat on some girl.