Don't read if you're my parents, sisters, friends, Matt Dillon, under the age of 5, or shorter than 2'3.
"Hey pretty thing, let me guess? No alcohol?" Buck said, coming closer to the stool you had just sat down on.
"Right again Buck. Trying to sober up."
That was a lie. You'd never had alcohol in your 17 years of life. But people would think you were some up tight prick if you told them, so you always excused yourself by saying you were trying to sober up. The only person who knew you'd never drunken was your best friend Dally. You and him had something going on, but you weren't going steady or anything. It's not like Dallas Winston "goes steady" anyways. Most of the time you have to dreadfully watch him take some new broad upstairs. Both of them drunk off their asses.
Did he even care about you?
Was it all in your head?
You decided all the pain wasn't worth it much anyway.. tonight you didn't care about Dallas Winston. Or his stupid grin. Or his messy blonde hair and icy blue eyes. Or his MUSCLES.
You choked on your virgin margarita.
You were NOT supposed to be thinking about that. You sighed heavily.
"Buck," you called. "Make this not virgin if ya don't mind." He winked at you and you rolled your eyes and giggled. He turned and went back to make your drink. Clearly he cared so much if he was willing to just let you throw away your "sobriety" like this. You shrugged it off.
You were half way through your drink when an angry looking Dallas stormed up. Cigarette between his lips and scowl on his face. Who knew what he would be on about this time.
"I'll be damned if I let you drink this, sweetheart." He said, picking your drink up and sliding it to the other end of the bar.
By this time you were a bit buzzed off the alcohol. But you could tell Dally was as sober as could be. He looked more real than he ever had. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe someone had turned off the smoke machine, but you could see everything about him like you were wearing some magic glasses. The way his eye brows furrowed and a scar he had on his left cheek. But you were quickly snapped out of your thoughts by him slapping Buck across the face. He'd moved across the counter like lightning.
"Don't you give her alcohol and don't you flirt with her either! How do I know you didn't put something in her drink!" He boomed across the bar. Buck just mumbled something about calming down. Dal turned to you. He took the cigarette out of his mouth as if it would help him see you better.
"And you." He said pointing at your chest. " Don't you know better than this? Where are your morals?" He said.
"Oh MY morals?" You said angrily. "You sleep with a different girl every night Dallas. And you want to talk about MY MORALS. You're a coward Dallas Winston a COWARD!" You cried. Suddenly you felt something hot burn right above your collar bone. You yelled out as you felt it burn you.
It was Dallas, pressing his cigarette into your skin. You jumped back with tears in your eyes. His face changed from angry to sorrowful.
He almost tried to stop you as you ran out the door.
"AUGH!" You Yelled as you wiped your tears away in frustration.
"I hate you Dallas Winston I hate you DALLAS WINSTON I HATE YOU DALLAS WINSTON!" You screamed as you ran down the street. As far away from Bucks as you could get.
~time jump~
You'd considerably calmed down. Partly because you threw up under the jungle gym in the park, so the alcohol was now out of your system.
You were sitting on a bench as a car pulled up. You were getting ready to bolt thinking it was a soc. But when the driver rolled down the window you were more than ready to run.
It was Dally.
"Get in the car." He demanded.
You flipped him off and started speed walking toward to Curtis house. They'd help you out. But you were about four feet away when you heard the car door slam and some fast footsteps. You tried picking up the pace but it was no use.
You felt a pair of arms wrapping tightly around your waist. You struggled against them.
"Stop it Dal! Leave me alone!" You said, pulling at his arms. Tears threatened to spill over your eyes.
"Let me see." He said lowly.
"Let go Dallas! That hurts!" You said, still wiggling out of his grasp. He loosened his grip. He took advantage of the moment you weren't struggling and gently turned you around to face him.
"I said let me see." He said. "I'm not asking
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You stopped moving all together and just let him hold you there. His hand was hot against your back since you'd been in the chilly winter air. You knew you didn't have a choice. You reluctantly let your arms drop from your chest.
He slowly brushed your hair back and you flinched. He winced, regretting it, but he didn't stop. He pulled down your shirt collar slightly like you were made of glass. You felt the sting of the burn hitting the cold night air.
You heard Dal breathe in sharply. He carefully put back your shirt and took you in his arms. You were surprised but just decided to go with it.
He hugged you tightly- but not too tight.
"I'm so sorry doll." He whispered in your ear. You finally let him just hug you as you relaxed into it.
"Its- it's alright Dal."
"I never wanted to hurt you."
"I know."
THE END WHOOPS
