bexley curtis ✰ || the outsiders

Seventeen

"Bexley!" I heard Dallas calling out my name as I kept speed-walking down the sidewalk away from my house. I could hear his biker boots stomping against the pavement as he tried to catch up to me. My fingers were held underneath my hair, pressing the pressure of the palm of my hand against the wound in my head, and my free hand held down by my side, "I'm sorry," he continued, pleading his words. I knew he meant it from the bottom of his heart, but I don't plan on stopping anytime soon.

"Leave me alone Dal', I mean it," I spoke up, my back still facing him as I kept walking wherever my feet took me. I demanded to not let the tears fall down my face as I could feel them forming in my eyes. I extended my free hand towards my face, brushing my thumb underneath my eyelashes, feeling the tears.

"Please," he pleaded once again, which came out as a soft whisper, "Let's cool off and have a small chat."

Even if I told myself I wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon, I felt like this time I had to. I didn't hear his biker boots hit against the pavement from behind me, in which he kept himself distanced from me, giving me some space as I looked in the corner of my eye. The emotions in his tone hit me like a brick.

I turned around, lifting my head up to lock my eyes to his, the same cold look that always makes me shudder with fear. I couldn't help but linger my gaze on his as I looked him over, the same guy that saved me on the streets from bein' beatin' to a pulp earlier, but then, the same guy that pushed me. I know he meant nothin' by it, but it makes me shudder even more when you think about it.

"Look, man," he said as he broke the silence tension filling up between us. He gained most of my attention as I looked up at him again, he was staring at me intensely, "I didn't mean nothin' by what happened. My old man had me real good when he got me heated," he paused for a moment, knowing he should finish the rest off, "It just reminded me of those days, I-I couldn't help myself." He stumbled upon his words with the lack of guilt written' all over him. He ran a hand through his ruffled brunette hair as he let out a sigh.

I tried to scramble around my brain to find an answer, but I didn't know what to say, and I didn't blame myself either. I stared off at the ground, his words echoing through the back of my mind. I know there was only just a slight bruise as I ran my fingers softly over it, feeling the pain enlighten as it made my eyes wince just a hair. I knew it wasn't a bad injury as I only tumbled back and caught myself on the ground with my hands, having my head bashing against the pavement on my lawn, but I shrugged it off.

"Y'know," I said, tugging the side of my lips with my teeth, searching around to find what exactly to say to this whole thing. I looked up as Dallas waited around for a response, "People can't be that forgiven' easily when it comes to punks who easily lash out like a mad man," I added, seeing his reassuring smile turn into a frown, "But I really need some time, Tim was right about ya', you can be a real dick when ya want."

I was a little angry. I turned around and left him in the same spot he stood in, hoping he didn't follow me this time. I felt more tears wanting to form, but I failed as a few tears started to run down my cheek. My arm started to feel numb from holding the back of my head, so I let it free and jammed it in the pockets of my light blue denim jean jacket. My hair was blowing with the wind, walking faster over to Buck's place to find Two-bit.

I felt a hand jam down onto my shoulder, I jumped in fear, turning my body around to face them as I was met with the same exact person. I looked at him as if he was insane.

"Dallas!" I hollered, raising my tone in astonishment as I hesitated before continuing, putting a hand over my chest feeling my heart pump faster than the normal rate, "You're seriously pissin' me off, I swear I won't hesitate to kick your brains in—"