bexley curtis ✰ || the outsiders

Fifteen

I walked passed the DX, hoping Soda and Steve didn't see me come from the other direction. It was a pretty close call for me not to be caught around the area of Puckett and Sutton, and I mean a really close call. I could tell by the look in Curly's eyes, that he knew I was constantly begging him to not start throwing his words out of his mouth to anyone about me even stepping foot around that place by him.

It started getting dark outside, the sun slowly fading which was replaced by a bright, full moon gleaming down on the small town of Tulsa. It lit up the whole street in certain areas, it even reflected on the buildings. I hooked my thumbs onto the belt hole of my jeans, feeling the cold wind blow through my hair, making it all collapse right onto my right shoulder. I quickly tucked a small strand of hair behind my ears to prevent it from blowing in my face, and seen bright headlights start to make its way down the road in front of me. I started getting nervous as I could feel the car trail right behind me, the headlights staying in the same spot on the road ahead of me. I peeked my head over my shoulder seeing a red corvette go so slow under at least 10 miles per hour. It scared me. My skin turned into goosebumps, my face turned into a scared like expression. The windows were so dark I couldn't tell how many people were inside.

The only logical thing I had in my mind, was to pick up my pace, but that wasn't such a good idea. The corvette had rolled to a stop, which made me stop in my own tracks. I softly turned my head, to where one man turned to two, and two turned to three. I glanced at all of them, their eyes gripping onto every part of my body. The heat was pressed up against my cheeks, traveling down my neck as I flicked my eyes between the three of them, slowly reaching in my pocket to feel the outline of my pocketknife. My hand gripped on it as they moved closer. Under the street lamp, I could make out that they were actually Socs. Before I could even blink, a moan came escaping my lips as pain started to erupt everywhere from my body. I was on the ground, each Soc looking at me so evilly as they acted in an over-friendly type voice.

"Well well well, look at you.." the Soc's voice trailed off, ringing in my head. I looked at him as my eyes were slowly closing, being half awake as my back was pressed up against the hard solid pavement. The sharp pains across my body were unbearable. His eyes bore into mine, the sound of the switchblade being flicked in the silence. I knew fighting back wasn't going to get me anywhere, it would only make things worse. I shut my eyes as tight as I could, knowing the switch would press up against my skin.

But I didn't feel anything.

There was no hands pressing against my body to hold me up against the pavement, no snickering laughs coming from them, no sudden movements besides running of the shoes hitting against the pavement. There was a tension filling the silenced air, until I felt a pair of arms digging underneath my back, lifting me off the hard solid pavement that was pressed against my skin. The side of my head was resting on something warm, it was someone's arm.  I slowly peeled my eyes opened, trailing my eyes to theirs. It was a hazel brown color. I blinked hard, looking up once again ignoring the gasps of pain coming out of my throat with every step that person took. I anticipate their features, his clenched jaw, his lips were pressed into a thin, hard line. His eyes were cold. Pain started overwhelming my anger as I knew who it exactly was.

Dallas Winston.