If the Heart is Always Searching... An Outsiders Fanfiction

Crazy phsyco girlfriend

As we walked inside the Dingo, I could already smell the booze and cigarettes. I guess I really was hanging with greasers.

"You might wanna stay close to us." Soda warned, "I don’t think nobody would bother you, but sometimes a fight will break out and I don’t want you to get hurt or anything."

"Okay." I sounded scared I guess because Dallas told me not to worry cause he’ll break anyone’s neck that comes near me.

"Thanks Dally, but I don’t want you to get in trouble or anything." I said.

Everyone laughed, "Baby, my middle name is trouble." Dallas said as he put his arm around me. I didn’t really know what to do, so I let it stay there.

"Oh really? I thought it was Danger." Some blond turned Dallas around. She looked pretty drunk and she was having trouble speaking. "At least that’s what you told me last night. You didn’t call me today, but I guess you were a little busy." She gave me a death glare.

"What are you talking about?" I demanded. "I just met him like 4 hours ago!"

"Oh wow, you must be really easy then. He only brings girls he sleeps with out to dinner."

I heard a couple of mutters and a lot of people were staring.

"Excuse me? But I’M NOT DATING HIM. I met them all today and we are JUST FRIENDS. They invited me to come hang with them tonight. But I guess you’re just to drunk to comprehend that!" I smiled and heard a couple gasps from her friends just a few tables away. These girls are so petty.

"Um, NOBODY talks to me like that!" She put her hands on her hips.

"Well um maybe uh somebody should." I mocked her in a stupid high school girls voice.

"Are you looking for a fight?" She questioned me, "Cause I’ll give you one."

"No, but I am looking for the garbage men because they need to take the trash out."

"Ohh!"" They guys shouted. They were apparently getting a kick out of this.

She walked up to me, basically hovering my small 5 foot 4 figure. I get very claustrophobic, and as of right now I am lucky I can breathe. "The only trash I see here is you." She slowly said trying to intimidate me.

"Okay, you need to back OFF. Like, right now. Or I’m gonna-"

"You’re gonna what?" She cut me off. "Do this?" She poured two glasses of some sort of alcoholic drink on me. I stood there stunned. Tears were forming and threatening to show. Nobody is going to humiliate me like this.

Everybody was staring at me, waiting for a comeback. I was speechless, so just when she was about to say something, I slapped her. Hard. A big red mark went from the left side of her face to her lip where one of my rings caused it to start bleeding. She threw a punch back, and then it was hard to remember what happened next. The one thing I do remember was kicking her to the ground and as she fell she brought me down with her.

Later, I found out that she had spit in my face, so I pinned her down and began "Tearing her ugly dog face up" as Steve put it. The bartender took his time getting us out of there too. The fight lasted exactly 3 minutes and 35 seconds. Dallas and Two bit counted.

Those 3 minutes was probably the lowest point in my young adult life. I felt like trash, and that is exactly how I was treated, getting dropped on the curb by the bartender. "And stay out for a month!" He yelled, and then went back in to the Dingo.

"Whoa girl, I didn’t know you had that in you! That was hot!" Two Bit helped me up.

"Um thanks, I guess." I gave him a weird look while brushing off the dirt that I had all over me. "Ugh, my clothes are trashed! Do you mind if I run into that clothing store across the street to buy something to change into?"

"No, go ahead. We can go somewhere else to eat. It was probably not a good idea to take you in there. There’s almost always drama with Rhonda. Especially if ol’ Dallas here forgets to call her." Sodapop jokes.

Dally jumps in, "Hey I was gonna call the broad - eventually." He gave us one of those mischievous smiles.

I rolled my eyes, "So this is all you’re fault!"

Dallas laughed, "I guess so babe. I’ll by you a change of clothes if you want."

"Nah, it’s okay. I forgive you." I fluttered my eyes and smiled at him.

"Get a room!" Two Bit yelled.

"Shut up!" I said jokingly pushing him. I wasn’t trying to flirt with him, but it just happens. I think I was falling for Dallas Winston, and I didn’t mind.