Teach Me - Dallas Winston Fanfiction

Seventeen.

•Dallas•

I dropped Victoria off at her house once we finished up at the stables. She'd given me a sappy, half drunk smile before prancing up the stairs and through her front door. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at how happy she was acting.

I wasn't sure how to read her, honestly, and I was pretty good at reading chicks for the most part. Greaser chicks, anyway. Socials...They were a whole other breed. I used to try to get with socs for fun, but not anymore. Not after what happened. Most greaser chicks just wanted a compliment and a night with an arm around their waist and they'd give it up for you. Most of them didn't really mind if you never spoke to them again, but you usually did anyway because they're cool girls and it's good to keep them around in case you have another night where you're running out of choices.

Victoria... She wasn't a greaser or a soc. Sure, she lived like a greaser and wore greaser clothes, but her attitude was like nothing I'd ever seen before and I didn't know how to handle it. The first night with her was a stupid idea and I can admit to that. I should have known better than to get involved with her. I'd been trying to keep a distance from her since then, but she was fighting me tooth and nail and believe me, I'm really fucking good at keeping my distance from somebody. She'd shown up at the stables for Christ's sake, just to ask me if I was okay. Taking her with me to the park had been a mistake, but I didn't trust myself to be alone that night and I didn't need any of the gang to see me torn up like that. They would have understood, but I'm not real good at talking about my feelings. I knew Victoria would be able to just sit there quietly and not bother me.

Even still, I found myself being drawn to her more and more. Maybe I felt sorry for her. Maybe I wanted to keep her around for a good time, if she'd just accept that that's all this was. I was trying to be nice, but damn, if you give the girl an inch she'll throw a saddle on it and take it for a joy ride from here to California.

I didn't want to hurt her. She was Tim's sister and I knew she was a good girl. I'd seen her all those nights at Tim's when I'd stop in for a drink or to catch a ride. She was always curled up in the recliner, wearing some old hand-me-down clothes and reading a book or watching TV. She'd never given me so much as a glance back then. And now here she was, gallivanting all over the town wearing Angela's clothes and getting drunk off her ass at parties. I couldn't help but think it was all because of me.

Anyway, now she was back home and out of sight, out of my mind. I needed to figure out where I was going to sleep. I could have gone back to Buck's, but I didn't feel like making the drive, so I decided to just head home. I actually only lived two streets over from the Shepard house, but I was never home and my house wasn't much of a place for socializing so I never really told anyone where it was in hopes that no one would try to visit me there. That would have really been a shitshow.

When I was making my way to the front door I noticed the glow of the TV from the living room window. I was hoping my old man had passed out in his chair for the night, but that was short lived because I heard his nails-on-chalkboard voice as soon as I opened the door.

"Fuck are you doing here?" He slurred, his head bobbing as he observed me.

I rolled my eyes, choosing to ignore him and started for my bedroom. All of the lights were off in the house apart from the TV and, for some reason, the oven light. We hadn't cooked anything in that oven since we'd moved into the joint.

"You aren't going to talk?" He asked, then shouted when I still didn't respond, "Good for nothing bastard. That's all you are. You don't look a thing like nobody from my family."