He walked me to the house. It was old and dark and smelt like cigarette smoke. But it was better than the last one. No drunk . No screaming . No picking up broken glass until my hands bleed.
Once we were inside, Dally got some sodas out of the fridge. He twisted off the caps and handed me one.
"You like Pepsi, right?" he asked me.
"Yeah," I took a sip.
Later that day , he took me to a house, he called The Curtis House. Inside there was a boy sitting on the couch reading a book.
"Hey, Ponyboy. This is......"
"Nevaeh," I cut in.
"Ponyboy," he said.
I nodded. "Whatcha readin'"
"Gone with the wind," he said closing the book.
"Well we gotta go," Dally said light a cigarette.
I got up and followed him out.
He said we were gonna go to the movie theatre. I ran up to him and grabbed his arm.
"Why not go back to your place?"
I lead him to his house . I pushed him in and locked the door.
He knew what I had on my mind. When I got over to him,he put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me into a kiss. We kissed hard. Then he slid off my leather jacket and slipped his shirt over my head. I looked up at him. I took off his jacket and shirt. I unhooked my bra and threw it over his shoulder. He kissed my breast. Softy, nicely. It felt great. But that's as far as we got because we knew this was wrong. We just met yesterday.
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Broken Stone
Teen FictionDallas Winston is as hard as stone. But a lonely, beaten girl named Nevaeh will open him up. She might be the first person to actually make Dally fall in love.
