The War of Tristan

chapter 8

I turned around as soon as I saw them, hoping that Dally would back quickly. "Give me a drink." I commanded to the guy at the bar.

"What kind miss?"

"I don't care. Just get me drunk." I ordered and he nodded and then handed me four shots. I wasn't a drinker. So this wouldn't take long.

"Those yours?" Dally asked coming up behind me. He starred at the shots with a smirk and wide eyes.

"Tonight they are." I replied while downing one as quickly as I could. I began coughing like crazy and my hand immediately grasped my throat. I felt like I had just swallowed pure fire.

"What the hell! Why do people drink this shit?!" I yelled. Dally however just laughed at my failure.

"You don't drink it for the taste baby." He informed me while holding both my hips.

"Well why do you drink it?" I asked annoyed.

"The effect." He answered honestly. I starred at him. His dark eyes so intimidatingly beautiful. I smiled at him and right as I did I saw Soda and Sandy out of the corner of my eye. I downed two more shots after seeing that.

I didn't understand. I had been with Dally for weeks now. I was happy with him. I kissed Sodapop once. Why did I still feel like this with him? I convinced myself that if I continued seeing Dally eventually it would go away. It had to. I downed another shot.

"Dance with me Dally. I like this song." I downed one last shot and then grabbed his hand and led us to the dance floor and danced to a Beatles song.

"You make me kinda happy Tristan Brown." He stated softly and I smiled at him. I liked Dally so much. I really did. I was happy too.

"You make me happy as well Dallas Winston." He leaned in and kissed me gently. I felt the want to deepen the kiss so I pulled away.

"Let's go upstairs." I recommended and I saw a small smirk form naturally on his face. He continued holding my hand while I led him upstairs.

He stopped me in the middle of the stairs. "Woah Tristan look!" I turned to see what he was talking about and he kissed me again.

"Stop!" I laughed and began kissing down my neck and tickling me. "Dally!" I laughed louder. We walked up the rest of the stairs laughing. Nothing was really funny. We were just drunk.

I laughed while I opened the door and what I saw sobered me up quickly. I recognized Sandy right away as she sat on top of the boy I assumed was Sodapop. If I wasn't so drunk I would have shut the door. But instead they both looked at me and Dallas and I realized that wasn't at all Sodapop Curtis. I became livid quickly.

"You slut." I stated in shock and then shut the door.

"Tristan!" Dally yelled while I ran down the stairs. I must have lost him in the crowd of people while I ran trying to find Sodapop. He was sitting at the bar catching up with an old friend.

"Sodapop! She's a whore! She's a whore!" I yelled at him. His face was worrisome and confused.

"Whoa Tristan calm down. What?" He asked while grabbing my hips and trying to steady me. God I wish I wasn't drunk.

"Sandy is upstairs and she's fucking another guy!" I yelled with no empathy in my voice. After the words came out I realized how awful it must have sounded. His face melted and he grew a hurt expression.

"Stay here." He commanded and he left me to find Sandy. I wanted to go after him and tell him he didn't want to see what I saw. But I knew he needed to know himself. And I was too wasted to stop him. I saw my drink from earlier and quickly downed it without much thinking at all. Someone could have drugged it for all I know.

"Hey baby?" You feel okay?" Some random greasy fella asked me. I ignored him and he attempted to walk away. The last thing he needed to know was that I was drunk.

"Hey." He said in a stern voice while grabbing my arm. "You think you can walk away from me?"

"Let me go." I tried to say as fluid as possible. It didn't work however. I began to feel hazy and slightly more intoxicated than I already did.

"You been drinking baby girl?" He smirked disgustingly at me and I felt my stomach erupt in fear. There were people everywhere. More kept coming in and nobody was leaving. I looked for Dally or Soda or Buck but I couldn't find them.

"Stop." I commanded but he only held tighter.

"Ain't gon hurt you baby." I could feel my body giving out on me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him. I struggled to keep my eyes open but they slowly closed. I felt the sharp pinch of the cold and knew he was taking me outside.

"Help. Please." I tried to yell but it came out merely a mutter.

"Ain't nobody gonna help you now baby girl." And after that, I was asleep.