Perspective《Dallas Winston》

two

Blood // Water by grandson

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McKayla walked me to her place and I once I walked in I saw her roommate. She was blonde and looked like a barbie doll, her hair was massive and towered above her head by half a foot. It was fried and her makeup didn't do her any justice, it was too bright for her porcelain complexion and made her look like a circus clown. Her heels were 3 inches off the ground and super thin, once she stood up I felt a pain jet through my own calf just looking at it. She wore a light blue skirt and white top, and the way she dressed made her look decades older than she really was. She had a "whiney bitch" look written all over her.

"Whitney, this is my friend I was talking about. Ivy, this is Whitney." McKayla said

"You didn't tell me your friend was a Grease." Whitney scowled

"You didn't tell me your roommate was a bitch." I teased

"Please!" McKayla raised her voice, "Whitney she's new around here I'm working on it to get her used to it."

"You can't change a Greaser." Whitney said as she looked me up and down while crossing her arms

"Okay lookie here princess, if we're going to be living together I'm going to need to enforce some rules." I said as I stepped  closer to her

"Ew she even smells like one!" The blonde whined

"Oh what? Like these?" I taunted as I pulled out my pack of smokes

"Ivy please-" McKayla tried to butt in

"No you stay out of this for a second, this is between me and Miss perfect." I warned McKayla, getting fired up. "Now back to my rules. For one thing, I'm not whatever the fuck a Greaser is. Nor am I a Soc like you. Heaven forbid I have anything in common with you. Second, since you love the smell of my cigs so much, I can smoke whenever I want. Third, I hear you talking shit to my face or behind my back, we're going to have an even bigger problem."

"You will not be smoking those disgusting tabacco sticks in my house!" Whitney nearly  yelled

"I think you mean our house." I smiled as I pulled a single cigarette out of the pack and  lit it up. I didn't even want a smoke, I just wanted to piss her off.

"I don't know who you think you are or who McKayla says you ain't, but there is no way I will have a rude, disgusting, disrespectful Grease living under the same roof as me." Whitney threatened

I blew smoke directly in her face with a smile, "Didn't I warn you about rule number three?"

"I'm not scared of you Greaser, and get that out of my face!" Whitney screamed

"Please stop this!" McKayla yelled

I ignored McKayla and kept looking at the blonde. "You think you're so tough?"

"I'm tougher than you." Whitney said as she spit on my cheek

Before I was just teasing her, seeing how far I can push her limits before she snaps. I didn't think I would snap before she did, but I wasn't known for my patience. I stood there with my cigarette slowly burning a plume of smoke before I decided I had already had enough.

"Well then." I said as I didn't look her in the eye. I didn't have to in order to feel her fear and regret radiate off her body. I put my cigarette between my lips and held it there, "You think you're tougher than me, eh? Well, are you tougher than thi-"

I was reaching for my blade until I felt and arm wrap around my front and pull me backwards. It took me by surprise as I saw McKayla dragging me out  the door. She slammed the door behind her and looked at me with near tears in her eyes. "Ivy, I can't belive you!"

I grabbed the cancerstick out of my mouth and the smoke poured out as I talked, "What!?"

"What happened to you? You used to use your power to help people not against people. Now I'm starting to think you really are just a no good Greaser hood..." McKayla said as her voice cracked and she wiped tears from her eyes

She couldn't even look me in the eye, I looked back at what I just did. I almost pulled a switchblade on a woman I just met. Maybe McKayla had a point...I did change. "Mick...I don't know what got into me. I'm so sorry please you have to unders-"

"Ivy, I don't want to believe what I just saw. When you called me saying you wanted to run away I thought you wanted to start new. I thought you wanted to be a better person than you were in Ohio but I guess not. You just wanted more freedom to do the same bad things you don't want to change. I don't know what to say Ivy...I don't think I can have you stay here." McKayla said, crying

"Mickey..."

"Ivy, please. Just...leave. You've changed...way too much. I can't be seen with you. I thought you could have been a Soc...I should have known better once you pulled out that blade. I'm sorry Ivy...but we've both changed. Things can't be what they used to be." McKayla said

"Kayla...please I..." I stuttered. I didn't even  care that she was kicking me out, I didn't care that her roommate hated me, I didn't even care she was right. I cared because it was my actions that was ruining a friendship I've had for 6 years. All my preteen and teenage life I've had McKayla, but now because of my stupid selflessness I'm losing her.

"I'm sorry Ivy. But its just McKayla to you now." McKayla said

"Give me another chance." I begged

McKayla grabbed the door handle to her house again and spoke without looking me on the eye, "I've given you enough. Now get lost, Grease."

McKayla went inside and slammed the door before I could reply. I knew she didn't mean the last part, we both did. I knew her better than anyone. All McKayla's life she wanted to fit in, doing anything to be just like everyone else. The last sentence wasn't McKayla talking, it was the Soc talking. She couldn't be seen or associated with a Grease.

I guess from this moment on I was alone with nothing but my blade, smokes, and lighter. First day in a new town and I've already got a reputation, I guess now I'm officially known as a Greaser.

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I saw that GIF and was like omg this goes perfectly here lmao. Both McKayla and Whitney will make appearances later, don't yall worry. Remember to leave a vote or comment if you're enjoying it so far ♡
- Jules