This Might Hurt A Little-A Dallas Winston Fanfiction

Eat Your Heart Out

Turns out Dallas and Two-Bit had been lying about Soda and Steve being there. Lucky for them, they were out of range when I figured it out or else I would have hit them across the top of the head with one of the beer bottles Buck kept offering me. I wasn't in the party mood, which just didn't make sense to Buck since he always is.

"Can't you just leave me alone?" I finally snapped at him, exasperated.

He snorted and rolled his eyes, "God, you are mean. I mean the gang's always telling me that you've got attitude but, I never believed them until now."

I cracked a smile, "I'll make sure and put that on my job resume."

I heard a familiar laugh behind me and spun around to see Mark leaning against the bar, "What brings you here?"

I shrugged, "Two-Bit and Dallas being idiots."

"What else is new?" He brought a stool next to me. "Ponyboy and Johnny back yet?"

I shook my head, "Still hidin' out."

"I'd go crazy bein' out there by my lonesome." Mark looked around for a moment, "I ain't really in the partying mood."

For once, I agreed with him, "Yeah, I just feel like goin' home but, Two-Bit's my ride."

"I'll walk with you." He offered, hopping up and grabbing my arm.

I hopped up and backed up into someone and looking back, I really wish I wouldn't have turned around to look at who it was. Dallas and Sylvia were pressed against each other, practically undressing each other right at the bar.

"Excuse me." I huffed, shoving Sylvia off me and earning a wide variety of choice words from her.

As soon as I spoke Dallas pulled away, "Scarlett..." 

He met my eyes for a split moment but, I turned and ran right out Buck's front door. Mark must have stopped him for a second but, then came chasing out after me and caught me at the corner.

"You okay?" He asked, breathing heavily.

"I hate him. I hate him so much." My words couldn't come out the way I wanted them to.

"Aw, Scar, you don't hate him."

I shook my head, "I should."

Up until that point I didn't know I had wanted Dallas. I didn't even realize how much I did until I saw him running his hands down another girls body.

"Incoming at 12 o'clock." Mark muttered under his breath.

I looked and saw Dallas chasing after both of us, pulling his jacket over his shoulder, "Scarlett!"

"What?" I had no patience with him and I could tell it rattled him momentarily.

"What are you so upset about?"

I nearly called him stupid there, "Nothing. Go back to the party. I bet Sylvia misses you." I didn't care that I was being petty.

"Oh come on, she ain't mean a thing to me. You know that." He took a step towards me and I took a step back.

"And you don't mean a thing to me." He took a step back, "Go back to your party."

He looked at his feet for a few seconds, steadying his breathing, "Is that why you visited me at the hospital?"

It was like a slap across the face, "You remember? You remember and you didn't even tell me you did?"

He gave me a smile with no warmth behind it, "Damn right I do."

I shook my head viciously, "Well, then you're an even bigger bastard than everyone's been tellin' me."

"Well tell everyone to keep my name out of their mouths and just shut their traps." Our fight didn't make any sense, but that didn't matter. 

Mark stepped between us then, "Come on Dally, go back."

Dallas snapped his neck towards Mark, glaring at him with such fury I thought he was going to knock him flat, but Mark stood unmoved.

He took another deep breath, "Fine. I don't need anybody who doesn't need me."

I rolled my eyes at him, "God Dallas, don't even act like you know me."

He smirked, "You're right about that one. I have no idea who the hell you are."

And with that he turned his back, middle fingers raised at both Mark and I. It hurt, I remember. Seeing him so angry with me hurt.

"Lets go." Mark said softly, pulling on my arm.

"I think I'm gonna' walk alone. See you later."

I didn't wait for a response.

I walked in the darkness, not caring that the car holding Curly Shepard nearly ran me over when he came flying around the corner. I had never felt anything like what I was feeling then. It felt like someone had physically punched me in the chest.

I was stumbling down the sidewalk when I heard the roar of an engine and someone calling me, "Hey baby!"

I didn't have to be a genius to know it was Jackson. He cut the ignition of his car so fast and hopped out of his car I couldn't even react. I just kept walking.

"Where are your friends, doll?" He called, quickening his pace to catch up with me.

"Go to hell." I growled

He clicked his tongue together and grabbed my wrist, "Ah, not very friendly. Don't be like that baby."

"I'm not your baby." I tried to rip my wrists out of his grasp but, he was holding them so tight it was getting painful.

"So you only like greaser boys now?" He asked, pushing me against the brick house, the wet grass wrapping around my ankles.

"They're better men than you ever will be." I snapped back, mentally crossing Dallas out of my mine.

He gave me a smile and I knew I had gotten myself into trouble. His smile was cold and bloodthirsty, like a shark and between those green eyes, there was only emptiness. "I'll show you who's the better man."