"No offense, Dallas, but I'm not into moody assholes," I fired at him with a smug smirk.
"Yeah, you're not my type either, Diana," he shot back. "Crazy, uptight chics are kind of a turnoff." I narrowed my eyes at him and growled angrily.
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Muffled voices spoke angrily downstairs, waking me up from a deep sleep. I groaned and flipped myself over on my stomach, pulling a pillow over my head in an attempt to block out the noises.
Footsteps sounded through the hallway outside of my door, and then a few knocks, followed by a familiar voice. "Diana, you awake?" Dallas asked from the other side.
Although I was happy to hear his voice, I am not a morning person. "No!" I groaned in response, closing my eyes and holding the pillow tighter around my head.
"I'm coming in," Dallas said before turning the doorknob and opening the door to my room. I heard his boots as he walked across the creaky, wooden floor. I should really learn to lock my door. "What are you doing?" He asked, sitting at the edge of the bed.
"What does it look like?" I remarked a little too rudely. "Trying to sleep!"
Dally chuckled, ignoring the fact that I just snapped at him. "Get up," he said, pulling the blankets off of my body. I groaned, blindly reaching for the covers, but he must've thrown them on the floor. I curled up into a ball, still refusing to get up. "Fine," Dallas huffed.
I snickered under the safety of my pillow, until he yanked it out of my hands, tossing it to the side. "Hey! Hey! What're you doing?" I exclaimed as Dallas grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet.
"Let's go," he said, ignoring my protests.
"Go where?" I asked. I had a feeling this had something to do with the arguments I heard coming from downstairs, and it was too early in the morning for me to get involved in more shit.
"Downstairs," Dallas replied simply. He grabbed my hand and dragged me along through the hallway and down the steps to the bar.
The whole Curtis gang along with Buck, Sandy, and Evie stood in the center of the bar talking to one another as my eyes traveled around the room, completely shocked at what I saw. There were eggs throw at the front windows, the whites and yoked dripping down the dirty, stained glass. Every chair had at least one broken leg, and the tables were all knocked over carelessly. There were red solo cups thrown around the room along with multiple different liquor bottles that were drained of its fluid. Multiple Ropers mascot stickers were superglued to the countertop of the bar, and as the cherry on top there was red writing graffitied onto the floor:
GO BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM, GREASER SLUT!
Yeah, I guess I had that one coming.
"What the hell happened in here?" I asked to know one in particular. Dally and I had walked over to the crowd of people and joined their conversation.
Darry sighed, pinching the bridge of his forehead. "I told you guys to think before you act," he lectured disappointedly.
