Tuff Luck ➭ Dallas Winston x Reader

Chapter 1

Before we start this adventure. Most of these characters belong to me, this is a Fanfiction and all of these amazing characters belong to S.E Hinton.

"Get the hell away from me!" I hissed.

"Darlin' I won't be doing that anytime soon." The lean boy said. His platinum hair framed his face, I didn't look at his eyes until that moment, and they froze me in place. He had icy blue eyes that could freeze you in your tracks. I slightly whimpered as he stepped forward.

It was a frigid night, I was walking around as I do. When a group of boys started walkin behind me. I didn't think much of it, I just walked faster, they soon followed pacing themselves so they would be at the same speed as me. I started glancing behind my shoulder and soon I started making a run for it, I was warned bout these kids, they were Socs, emotionless Socs, I ran and ran. But I wasn't as quick as they were. We were near the Drive-In there was a faint noise in the background It was one of those beach movies, ya know?

"Look, I ain't tryin to bother ya, so just let me go." I sternly said. They started surrounding me, they gave each other sly grins and the small redhead reached for something in his khakis. They all deeply stared at me anticipating my next move, I had nothin, I knew they had me. I wanted to run, but my feet wouldn't budge. My mouth went completely dry, not letting me say another word. Terror washed over me, making the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand. I examined my surroundings one last time looking for something that could help me. I saw a broken beer bottle beside me it read Schaeffers. I quickly grabbed the bottle, the broken glass gliding through my palm and before I knew it my hand was seeping with crimson red blood, stinging my arm. "Shit.." I mumbled.

"Look like we got a clumsy one, isn't that right James?" The platinum blonde patted the redheads back.

"Yeah, we sure do Micheal." The redhead chuckled, and not a lighthearted chuckle, might I add.

"Stay back!" I shouted. I let out a shaky sigh, holding in the tears that were ready to pour out. My throat tightened as I held them in.

"Or else what." The Soc questioned in a snarky tone.

"Or else we'll get in the way, pal!" A man held his switchblade to the Socs neck. He was a greaser alright, his hair slicked in to a cowlick and his eyes shimmered, you could tell he was passionate guy. I looked down to examine him, he was wearing a baby blue worn out mickey mouse shirt. Alongside him was a small boy, his eyes widened as the other greaser threatened the Soc. He was panicking looking around the area, trying to distract himself. He figited with his black shirt as he gulped loudly. I noticed a small scar on his cheek, It was an open wound, he was bound to get an infection. I felt bad for the kid ya know, I gave him a small head nod when he looked at me, he seemed to calm down after that.

Before I knew it the Socs were gone. I let out a small sigh as I looked up to the greasers.

"Thanks, man." I offered my hand for him to shake. I hid my bleeding hand behind my back, to embarrassed to show it. I didn't want to seem like a fool. He slowly opened his hand and moved it towards me before I could touch his he whipped it in to the air, erupting in laughter. He bent down and started wheezing.

"Haha, very funny." I said, rolling my eyes. "So whats your name?"

"Keith, but everyone calls me Two-Bit." He shoved his hands in to his leather jacket.

"You dig Mickey?" I pointed to his shirt.

"He doesn't dig Mickey, he's practically in love with the mouse." A kid mumbled, he seemed around fourteen, his hair was a beautiful brown and his eyes a mesmerizing emerald. He seemed sweet, I smirked.

"We better get going man, don't want Darry to be worryin' about Pony, ya know?" The small boy stuttered.

I had to admit, they seemed like good company, I wanted to hang out with 'em more. I never really had real friends, just girls I'd sit with at lunch. We didn't have a group. We weren't Socs or greasers, we were just there. We only sat together because we had no where else to go. But, before I said anything else It seemed as though Two-bit read my mind.

"Why don't I give you my number." He said. "You could come meet the rest of us. We got Sodapop, Darry, Steve and Dallas you still have to meet."

Dallas, that name seemed familiar. I knew he had his fair share of bad encounters with the fuzz. But I didn't look to deep in to it, maybe I should have.

"I think that would be great." The small boy smirked.

"Yeah sure." Two-bit handed me a paper he found on the floor. I asked him if he could write it down, I made up an excuse saying that my hands were to shaky to write anything in a readable handwriting. "There ya go."

"Maybe you could come tomorrow, theres a rumble, it would be nice if you could cheer us on." Ponyboy smiled.

"Sure that sounds great." I smirked.

This was gonna be fun, I thought. Boy was I wrong.