That Nerd?/ Ponyboy x Reader

Chap. 21

We parked in front of Bucks and I turned my head toward Dally.

"What're you doing?" I questioned.

"You aren't going to your house. You can try and fight me all you want but just remember I'm stronger than you." He said as he grabbed my bags and jumped out the car.

I said and let my head drop onto the dashboard before climbing out.

Bucks smelled of alcohol and was filled with laughter and yelling.

We climbed upstairs and Dally stopped in front of an old room, pokin his head in.

"Ok. This room is empty. You can stay here until you come to your senses. I'm right across the hall." Dally said.

I rolled my eyes and walked into the musky room, slamming the door behind me.

Who was he to tell me where to stay?

I slammed my back onto the wood floor and flopped onto the bed.

I sighed and stared up at the ceiling.

He wasn't allowed to act like an asshole for no reason.

I rolled out of bed and made my way downstairs, passing Dallys room that had moaning coming from it.

I tried not to throw up as I ran downstairs.

I leaned onto the counter and shot Buck a smile.

"Can I get shots?" I asked as people talked around me.

He smirked and raised his eyebrow.

"How old are you, darlin?" He questioned.

"Old enough to decide whether or not I'm pissed enough to drink." I replied.

He smirked and set 3 shots in front of me.

I downed them with no problem. I didn't know how. I had never drank.

It was bitter and burned like hell.

I wished I liked vodka more than I did (which was the opposite of how I felt about Ponyboy).

I looked to see if Buck was paying attention but he was deep in a conversation with some girl.

I quickly reached behind the conter, snatching the bottle and running upstairs, past Dallys moans, into my musky room, shutting the door behind me and sliding down the wall, taking long chugs of vodka.

Soon my vision became blurry and everything was a muffled noise until I felt my stomach churn.

"Fuck!" I yelled as I ran to the bathroom, throwing up into the toliet.

"Y/n?" I heard Dally yell.

I tried to reply but every time I opened my mouth more vomit came out.

He must've heard my heaves because he stood in the door frame and laughed at me.

"Silly drunk." He chuckled.

I shot him a glare, my hair falling in front of my eyes before heaving into the toliet again and then breaking into tears, throwung up more.

He walked behind me and grabbed my hair.

"Holy fu-" but I was cut off by more puking.

I sat for a minute before collapsing with my back against the tub.

"That sucked." I mumbled as Dally smirked at me, shirtless and in his boxers.

He had hickeys trailed across his collar bone and torso, his hair sticking up.

"Could you be more quiet next time you're getting sick?" He asked.

"Could you be more quiet next time you're getting fucked?" I snapped, taking a swig of the bottle despite throwing up my guts.

"You heard that?" He laughed.

"I'm pretty sure god heard it." I said as I took another drink.

He sat next to me and grabbed the bottle, drinking.

"How come you're still drinking after you just threw up your insides?" He chuckled.

I smirked and grabbed the bottle, drinking again.

"Dally, what you must learn about me is I am a deeply unhappy person."