I Hate You More

Chapter Three: Pillow Fight

A week later
       This past week there's been a lot going on. Dallas is even more angry at me for no reason. Which I don't care but he just seems so angry. I haven't been going to the Curtis house everyday. I go every other day because although their great Dallas isn't. I've also been hanging around Tim. We makeout all of the time but we haven't gone on a date. I don't really expect to.
        Today I decided I'd go to the Curtis household. I wore a striped shirt and black shorts(picture above). I went to do light makeup and then headed out leaving a note for Suzy.
         I came in through the door, not even knocking and sat on the couch. Darry was making breakfast, I think Soda was in the shower, Pony was still sleeping, and Steve was sitting on the couch. Everyone else wasn't there. I sat there being obsessed over Mickey while Steve was trying to talk to me.
        "So like I had to unscrew the bolts to get behind the tire and once I get behind the tire looking for the breaks I seen trash shoved there it was crazy." Steve rambled and I didn't understand a thing he said besides the whole trash thing.
         "That's interesting Steve." I encouraged it while I watched Mickey Mouse. Soon Dally rushed through the door he must've not seen me right away.
         "Man I still can't believe that idiot Cali is st-" Dally started but stopped as soon as he saw me sitting on the couch staring at him.
         "What's this idiot Cali still doing?" I asked with a devilish smirk.
         "Do you really want me to continue?" He asked.
         "I do actually. Let's hear what Winston's problem is." I said sounding intrigued.
        "Oh do you want to know my problem the real problem every reason I hate your living guts?" He asked getting angry when I just nodded with a smirk. "Well for starters your dating or doing whatever you want to call it with Shepard. Second your spoiled little brat who thinks she can just walk into our gang and just be one of us. Third you have the worst attitude any girl has before." He said with anger spreading through his body.
        "Your just upset because I'm the only girl who won't do anything to sleep with you! You know some people have boundaries you should take a look into that sometime!" I yelled standing up. "All you ever do is act tough because showing emotions to people that clearly love you is hard. I get you hate me and I don't care because I hate you more!" 
         "That is so not true! I hate you way more then you hate me. You're just upset from your perfect little family and your perfect little life so you just fake some form of depression!" He started getting louder.
         "You don't know the half of it!" I yelled
         "Then do you mind to share?" He asked still really angry.
         "My dad has been abusing me since I was eight along with my mom! I finally got to escape at what seventeen so I could come here and get the same hate from you got from my father! Every single day I was called some form of ugly and now I can just sense you wanting to carry that on. Isn't that right?"  I said with a crack in my voice.
          "You probably just made that up! You know what your just a manipulative idiot who can get whatever she desires!" Dally screamed.
          "You're so rude to people you don't even know." I stormed out of the house flipping him off.
          I felt someone chase after me and part of me wanted to look back but the rest of me told me to go faster. I ran so fast in those three minutes than I have my whole life. Once I stopped to catch my breath I seen soda still running. "Why'd you leave like that Cal?" He asked me in only pants.
           "Dallas really ticked me off man I just hate his guts so much!" I just wanted to scream but I couldn't.
            I sat down on the bench that was right behind me and Soda sat beside me. I looked down at his abs and I think I may have drooled a bit. Soda moved closer then cupped my face, "don't let Dal get to ya doll." He's never called me doll before so of course I blushed. I moved in closer so our faces were practically touching the I connected my lips with his.
            Our kiss was very gentle and very in sync but something didn't seem right. I pulled away but instantly got pulled back this one was more passionate. "Soda I can't." He pulled away from the kiss. "Sorry something felt off."
          "Don't be sorry Cali." Soda said and then stood and gave me his hand to stand up.
          "Soda did that mean anything to you?" I asked still sitting down. He sat back down.
          "I mean I'm just a little upset my girlfriend just broke up with me I think maybe I just wanted blow off steam like your doing because you hate Dallas." He said.
           "So can I still talk to you about anything?" He nodded. "Okay. Thanks Soda I'll come to you anytime I need to talk. Now let's go home." I got up and he followed me back to the Curtis house.
           I walked in and Dallas was still there. I sat down on the opposite couch from him and just stared at the Tv.
Three hours later
          Dally and I were still in the same place but now Two and Johnny were here and soda and Darry came home and were getting dressed, "Hey what's going on?" I asked.
          "Were going to dinner." Darry responded.
          "Oh sweet can I tag along?" I asked.
          "No actually you and Dallas are being forced to stay here and watch pony I think he's getting sick. I figure out either of you leave then your both dead to us." Darry finished.
           We both whined but just stayed put. Everyone left but Pony was up in his room and Dallas was on the other couch. I got up and changed the channel and Dallas whined. "Get over it Dallas."   
           "Quit calling me Dallas call me Dally." He said.
           "I only give friends nicknames." I said with a smirk.
           He threw a pillow at me pretty hard, "oh it's on Winston." I got and took another pillow and hit him right on the shoulder. This continued until he accidentally fell over a pillow. I began to laugh at him. "Haha so funny." He mocked before grabbing my ankle and dragging me to the floor. Now we were both dying of laughter. He grabbed a pillow while still laying down and hit me again.
           "Dally stop!" I laughed.
           "I thought only friends gave each other nicknames?"He asked with a smirk.
           "Shut up!" I quietly yelled.
           It was now nine and I was completely exhausted from dally and I play fighting. I went to the couch and laid down using my jacket to cover my shoulders.
            When I woke up I had a blanket on me and looked over to see Dally sitting up on the other couch and Everyone else around the table. "How'd I get this blanket?" I asked.
           "Um Steve put it on you." Dally said all tense.
           "No I didn't we just got here." Steve said while dallys eyes widened. "Oh yah I forgot I put it on you a couple minutes ago." Steve said eyeing dally. Something is suspicious here.