「it ended at sonic」 | d.w. + c.v.

Chapter Fourteen.

ONCE CHERRY WAS asleep, Two-Bit and Marcia left. Dallas was the only one there, left with the task of carrying the unconscious girl to her bed, after Marcia told him which one it was. It wasn't that hard to find either way. There were, after all, only four bedrooms. Her room was more plain than he expected. White walls instead of pink. A desk covered in homework and projects. A body length mirror leaned hung on the wall, across from the wall phone that hung beside her messy full size bed. He laid her down, brushing a piece of hair from her face. "You're a mess, red." He murmured, pulling the covers up over her before walking toward the door. She had a white dresser sitting at the end of her room and, somehow, one specific thing caught his eye as he passed it. It was dated the day after the attack had been made on her, and the sender? Tony Gonzalas. It was ripped open, but it looked as if the letter had been shoved hastily back into the envelope. What could that fool possibly have to say? His timing sure was great, too, wasn't it? He reached out, pulling it closer to his face.

Cautiously, his eyes glanced back at her. If she saw him picking up her mail, she'd have a fit. He slid it out, eyes quickly scanning over the paper's contents. He didn't even have to read the full thing before he knew exactly who'd jumped her that night. He looked back at her once more, face twisted with confusion. Why had she protected him? It wasn't as if the gang ever actively started a fight with Socs, unless they were provoked. Maybe this time would have been different, but still, it didn't add up. He shoved it back into the envelope, placing it where he'd found it before making his way down the stairs. He'd crash at Buck's tonight; he had that spare room in the back that he let him stay in sometimes.

That morning, Dally made sure to wake up early enough to head to Cherry's before anyone was really up and about. He would confront her about Tony, maybe rile her up a little before seeing what the real story was. He started up the engine, driving his usual reckless ways. It was a wonder he didn't get pulled over again. He could swear most policemen knew him by vehicle at this point, but that didn't stop him. He didn't have a damn care in the world when it came to driving.

When he arrived at her house, there was an unfamiliar car in the driveway. Maybe she had a new boyfriend? Parents were home? Brother had returned? He didn't know, but instead of just waiting for her to come out, he knocked on the door. He had a cancer stick hanging out of the side of his mouth, black leather jacket slung over a white t-shirt, and his usual jeans. All of his pants looked the same, if we're being honest. Dark blue jeans. An older woman answered the door and arched her brows. He was leaned against the door frame and looked right passed her before finally meeting her eyes. She was a good looking broad, but not his type by the looks of it. "Ugh," she greeted simply, looking at him with disgust.

"Is Cherry here?" He asked nonchalantly, giving her a sideways expression.

"Cherry! White trash is here for you." She called out, not even bothering to straighten up her attitude when speaking about him. It was clear how she viewed Greasers, though nonetheless he offered her a spiteful grin, as if it didn't phase him at all. Brianna had surprised her last night by coming home, and apparently she wasn't leaving for a while this time.

Within moments, Cherry walked in. Seeing Dallas in the doorway, she rolled her eyes. She nodded her head to her mom, flashing her a smile before stepping onto the porch and shutting the door behind her. This caused her to be too close to the blond, in her opinion, so gently she pushed passed him. Folding her arms across her chest, she tilted her head expectantly.

"She called me white trash," he nodded in direction of her mother, "you think she likes me?" He was just teasing, of course, though all she provided him with was a fed up expression.

"What do you want, Dally?"

He took a moment to light the cancer stick that still hung from the corner of his lips, inhaling deeply before slipping it between his fingers and blowing out smoke. "I wanta know why you're coverin' for that Tony guy." His tone sounded care free, as if he really wasn't bothered by it. Her heart sped up instantly, alarm written all over her face. She tried to play it off cool, though, flipping her hair back before tucking it behind her ear.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Sure, sure." He took another puff off of the cigarette, this time blowing a smoke ring. "I saw the letter, red."

"You... you went through my stuff?" He arched a brow at her, still leaning against the house.

"I wouldn't exactly call it that, 'ya didn't hide it."

"That was personal!" She was nearly fuming now, eyes glaring.

"You're ignorin' the question."

"I don't want any trouble, okay? And you're gonna cause it if you get the guys to go after him."

"I'm not just gonna not tell 'em."

"Dallas Winston, why do you have to be so darn stubborn?" He merely smirked at her. She rolled her eyes again, exhaling deeply.

"Okay, red, I'll tell 'ya what." She rose her eyebrows, waiting. "You go on a date with me, and I'll keep your lil' secret."

"A date?" She scoffed, avoiding his eyes. "That's ridiculous."

"Alright." He shrugged, beginning to walk off. She bit her lip. Could a date with a Greaser really be so bad? Yes, her mind spoke, if this Greaser is Dallas Winston. Before she could stop the words from coming-

"Wait!" He turned, a knowing smirk on his face. She took a deep breath, looking away as the wind blew her hair in her face. "Just... just one date?" She shifted her weight onto her right leg, green eyes meeting his blazing blue ones.

"That's if you don't beg for more." He gave her a wink, causing her to crinkle her nose in annoyance.

"Unlikely, but thanks for the offer."

"I'll pick 'ya up at seven Friday night." She didn't even bother to say goodbye, just stepped in the house and shut the door. She peeked out the window, watching his car spiral off. At that moment, she knew, Dallas Winston would be the death of her. Her mother walked up behind her, hands placing themselves on her shoulders.

"When did you start hanging around with Greasers?" It wasn't a judgment or her mother trying to reprimand her, it was a simple question. After Bruno left, Brianna hadn't really disciplined Cherry so much as spent time with her. She allowed Cherry to have her own thoughts and opinions, even if they didn't match her own.

Cherry shook her head as Dally's car left her sight. "It's a long story, Momma."

Little did she know, however, that Dallas was indeed going to visit ole' Tony. Maybe give him a piece of his mind. Not as much as he wanted, though, just enough to make him think twice the next time he wanted to beat on a girl. Also, any fight gave him a chance to let out some emotion. He used to engage in them all of the time in New York, but in Tulsa there were only carefully organized rumbles.