Tuff Luck ➭ Dallas Winston x Reader

Chapter 3

He quickly grabbed the collar of my shirt and had me at eye level. Glory, I'm dead meat. 

"Come on Dal, that aint a way to treat a lady." Steve empathetically said 

"Y/n" Dallas muttered under his breath.

"Dallas" I said nonchalantly, I understood that I couldn't make it seem like I was scared of ol' Dallas Winston. He would have the upper hand, and I always have the upper hand.

"You're gonna fucking regret that." He whispered harshly in my ear,  he pushed me back and I stumbled a little bit, Johnny quickly stood up to help me.

"y/n" Johnny said repeatedly 

"I'm fine little guy, your ol' pal doesn't scare me." I eyed Dallas.

Johnny hugged me, I didn't expect it. Poor kid, he gets shaken up over everything. I grab my jean jacket and hold Johnnys hand and left the house, I didn't want to be there. I was ready to fight. The gang followed us and hollered, Steve flipped over the rusted fence. Dallas stayed in the back, staring at me. I didn't think much of it, I just stayed with Johnny, he was a nice kid.

"Y/n" Johnny groaned 

"What's up Johnny?" I put my arm around him

"I'm sorry bout Dally. It's just ever since Sylvia two timed him he's been off. He's been dating girls left and right to." Johnny bit his nails.

"Oh, Johnny. You don't ever have to worry about me." I put my arm around him,, he smiled. I then remembered about Quinn. Oh no, I'll have to tell her. 

"But I think Dals got the hots for you." Johnny nudged me.

"Yeah I'm sure he does." I said in sarcastic tone, I kinda wanted him to but at the same time he was seeing Quinn.

"I'm serious y/n, if that was any other gal who slapt him, he would've kicked their ssses to Mexico. But for you, he didn't. He also kept looking st you back at the house."

"We will see about that Johnny." I chuckled.

"I think we're gonna be great friends y/n." He smiled.

"Yea, I think so too." I smirked, Johnny seemed like such a nice kid, I really liked him. A few minutes later we made it to the lot where the rumble was taking place. Darry stayed in front, I was in the middle of Dallas and Johnny, Johnny insisted I did. That little shit, he knew what he was doing. When Dallas looked away Johnny turned around and wrapped his arms around himself and made kissy noises. 

"Oh Dallas!" He said in a girly voice.

"Johnny, what the hell." Dallas turned back to Johnny and he looked confused as hell. My and Johnny bursted into laughter. I had to make up and excuse, I probably made the worst one possible.

"He's talkin about Quinn." I exhaled.

"How the hell do you know about Quinn." His voice deepened.

"Oh you know we're in the same cult." I said in a casual tone.

"What the-"

"Dude chill, she's a friend of mine." I put my hand in Dals shoulder. I quickly took it off.

"That's gonna make all of this harder." He mumbled

"Thats what he said." I quickly said. (A/n, I'm sorry I had to 😔✋🏻)

"Lord give me the strength." Dallas shoved  his hands into his back pocket. Before I knew it, punches were being thrown. 

"What is she doing here? Girls can't fight!" A soc screamed while pushing Dallas.

"GIRLS CANT FIGHT MY ASS." I hollered, I ran up to the soc and kicked him in the place the sun don't shine. I looked at Dallas and he had a faint smirk on his face. A soc jumped on my back , I threw myself to the ground and the soc hit the ground first, I pinned him down and got a couple hits in. Before I could sock him once more, he flipped us over and he picked me up, he kicked me in my stomach and hit my nose. I flew to the ground but I kicked his legs so he fell to. I again, kicked him where the sun don't shine, it was a weak spot for them and worked perfectly. He groaned and stayed and the ground. I kicked his stomach. Before I knew it another soc pulled out a switchblade and had it to my neck. Shit. Luckily. Johnny seemed to notice.

"Dallas!" He screamed 

"What's up Johnny?" He ran towards him.

"Switchblade, y/n, Soc!" Damnit Johnny. I knew he was shaken up.

"What?" Dallas turned to my direction. "Oh hell no." He ran over to me.

"Help." I screamed, the soc cut my neck.

"Get in my mustang and I won't hurt ya no more."

"Hey man slut." Dallas said casually the soc turned to Dallas. Dallas kicked the soc in the nose and grabbed my wrist.

"Where we goin' Dallas?" I exclaimed 

"Call me Dal." He smirked.