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summary: dallas tells you things you don't want to hear
"Hey, asshole!" You yelled furiously. Dallas spun around to face you, only for your first to come in contact with his jaw.
A chorus of surprised remarks erupted from the bystanders in the bar as Dallas stumbled back, his hand clutching his jaw as he stared at you in surprise.
"What the fuck is your problem?!" He yelled.
"What's my problem? You cheated on me, and not only that, but with Sylvia? You're fucking disgusting!" You spat.
Dallas couldn't help but admire this side of you. It was a bad time, but seeing you fuming under these red lights as you stood your ground no matter who was around was quite a sight.
"Chill, babe. It didn't mean nothing."
"Well if it doesn't mean anything I might as well and go fuck a member of your gang, huh?" You clenched your fists.
"That's different."
"Is it, Dallas?"
He reached out, tightly gripping your arm.
"Let's talk outside."
"No, I'm fine right here."
"I'm serious, Y/n." He had a serious look in his eyes as if that was supposed to convince you to go with him.
"Let go of me."
He didn't listen. You drew your fist back to hit him again out of pure hatred, pure rage.
He effortlessly caught your fist and pulled you close, staring into your eyes as he matched your fury.
"Too slow, babe." His voice was low and the pet name sounded like a threat.
He dragged you towards the doors and the night air engulfed you. You couldn't help but shiver.
He wordlessly slipped his jacket onto your shoulders and you scoffed, going to take it off.
"I don't need your jacket. Don't act like things are normal-"
"Can you shut the fuck up for five seconds and take the jacket?" He glared at you.
"You don't have a right to be mad at me, I'm not the one that went off and fucked another girl when they were in a relationship. What if I went off and fucked my ex, huh? You wouldn't like that very much now would you, babe?" Your voice dripped with rage as your stare burned through him. If looks could kill he would've been dead and you both knew that.
