"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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My legs paced up and down the hallway impatiently as I waited for him to open up the door. I was beyond excited for tonight because I've been waiting since the last Friday we went out. I walked to his door again and knocked twice as I said, "Dal, come on!"
In an instant, the door swung open, revealing a slightly annoying Dallas Winston with a feigned smile on his face. "Finally," I exclaimed.
Dallas rolled his eyes. "Let's go," he said, grabbing my hand and walking me downstairs.
It was a Friday and almost every other night, Dallas and Buck would go to the tracks and make some cash either racing or placing bets. Because I didn't have a concussion this time, Dallas promised he'd take me and let me ride in his car.
As we made our way to the bar area of the building, I saw Buck sitting behind the counter, drinking a bottle of some random alcohol. I sighed and dropped Dally's hand, giving him a 'wait here' hand motion as I walked over to Buck.
I clear my throat to get his attention. He wasn't drunk yet, but I could tell that he was becoming very tipsy. "So," I started unsurely. I sighed, deciding that it was best if I just got to the point. "Look, I'm sorry about what happened to your bar. I didn't know the socs were going to trash this place."
Buck watched me with careful eyes. Hopefully he noticed that I was actually being genuine about this. "It's okay, Diana. It's not your fault," he said with a small smile. "And.. I'm sorry about what I said to you. I was wrong."
"It's okay," I said with a smile. I glanced back at Dallas, who was now propped up on the wall, leaning casually as he waited. Then, I took a look around the bar, which was clean again, but very empty because most of the chairs had been broken. A few of the liquor bottles were also missing too. "Do you still have that money I gave you?" I asked Buck.
"Yeah, most of it. There was a lot," Buck said.
"Good," I nodded. "Use it to fix this place up. You can use all of it, I don't care."
"Diana, that's your money though," Buck reasoned.
I shook me head, no. "It's not," I said. "Just use it, okay?"
Buck sighed reluctantly. "Alright." I sent him one last smile and a curt nod before I returned to Dallas, who gave me a questioning look, but I just shrugged it off.
We hopped into his new, stolen car, and drove off, hands still laced together as we made our way to the tracks.
"Everything good with you and Buck?" Dallas asked, breaking the comfortable silence.
I nodded and replied, "Yeah. How about you guys?"
"We're fine," Dallas answered monotonously. He was quiet for a moment, appearing to be thinking about something before he finally asked, "What were you guys talking about before we left?"
