DALLY WINSTON'S PRIZED POSSESSION

Chapter two: we meet again

"Pleasure." I scoffed.

I walked towards the door and slammed it behind me. I opened the gate to only hear Soda say,

"We're going out to eat, you can come with us, or you can have a day to yourself, until you get everything together again, Dally." He smiled. "If you need to take more time to yourself than do it, I just want you to be okay." He said and closed the door.

I flapped my jacket and began walking towards my favorite place ever, the Soc's territory. I needed to let my anger out, especially on some Soc. I just wanted to punch someone's face in.

I strutted one foot in front of the other, a weed at the edge of my plump lips, and just bobbing my head up and down.

"Hey! Kid!" A heard a familiar voice.

I turned around and it was the Nicole girl. She was wearing a sunflower dress, brown sandals, with her hair flowing down her back. I didn't want to see anyone, and especially her; I scoffed and continued walking.

"I said wait, Greaser!" She ran up to me, and lightly pushed me, it didn't affect me, whatsoever. She probably put all her power into it.

"What do you want, broad!" I turned around, almost hitting her with my hand. She crossed her arms across her chest and began shaking her head left and right.

"What are you doin' in 'Soc' territory? You still tryin' get yourself killed, huh?" She placed her head in her palm.

"Why do you care? It's not like I'm ever gonna stop!" I threw my weed to her feet.

"Why do you wanna die, Greaser. There's so much left to see, hold in your arms, laugh at, and even feel. What don't you understand about that!" She chuckled.

"I have already done everything, lost my virginity, killed someone, robbed some random place, was in jail, even lose someone, I don't need anything else—"

"—What about falling in love?" She interrupted me.

I stayed quiet, I can't love no one, I'll hurt them, me just breathing puts people in danger. My mother was one of the people that got hurt because of me.

"I can't do that, ain't got a heart, broad." I passed my hand through my hair.

"Of course you do—"

"—They ain't got nothing good Nico—who's this?" A girl came running behind Nicole.

She whispered the last bit, but I wouldn't call it whispering when she was running towards us.

The young lady had dark brown hair, brown eyes, and an amazing defined body. She was wearing a black leather jacket, blue jeans, and a tight white top. She looked like a Greaser.

But the one thing that caught my eye the most was the scar she had on her neck.

A scar that big, wasn't from a fall, more like a slash; first try. The more I looked at it, the more it reminded me of him; his scar from his temple to cheek.

Poor Johnny, he didn't deserve to get slashed .

"Kiara, this is a friend, his name is?" Nicole said as she made eye contact with me and laughed.

"So worried about me, and don't even know my name, I'm Dally." I put my hand out for her, she hesitated at first, but then gave me her hand.

I didn't get offended or mad that she flinched, because I could understand that she was probably still recovering from the scar.