Dance Of The Dead (The Outsiders Style)

Chapter 3 ~ Prom Night

Kira's POV

"Oh Dallas!" I sang as I walked down the stairs.

"Woah woah woah, what do you think you're doing?" Dally's jaw dropped as he looked at my appearance.

I was wearing so much dark make-up that I looked ten times older than 13 and I was wearing a white blouse with a red and black plaid mini skirt. And when I say mini, I mean mini.

"You are not allowed to wear that!" Dally screamed at me. He took a stride towards me but I backed away slightly.

"I can wear whatever I want. You're not my dad." I scoffed.

"You're right Kira, I'm not your dad. But I have to act like one because our real dad is a drunk who doesn't give a shit about us!" He yelled. His eyes were meaner than usual but the way he painfully stuttered told me he was hurting.

I pushed my straightened hair out of my face and sighed.

"Sorry Dal but I'm not gonna change."

"Fine, then stay in your room. I don't want any drunk perves seeing you and getting any ideas." Dally instructed.

"Oh I didn't tell you? I'm going to prom with you." I smiled.

"Excuse me?" Dally laughed. "You're in middle school. This is for the highschoolers."

"So? I'm more mature than most of those losers and my IQ is sure as hell way bigger." I argued.

"Fine, but don't - Shit, I'm late to pick up Sylvia! Get in the car, Kira! We gotta go or I'll never hear the end of it!"

"But you're not even wearing a tux." I pointed out.

"I don't do formal wear, now get in the damn car!"

"Okay okay, calm your tits!" I said, walking outside of Bucks and getting in the backseat of the car so Sylvia could have the passenger seat. I know, I know. I'm a nice person ;)

Mary-Alice's POV

"You look beautiful." Bob told me as he lead me down my porch steps.

"Thanks, you look very handsome." I giggled.

I got into the passenger seat of Bob's mustang and watched him start up the engine. We drove for a few minutes until he pulled into a graveyard and parked the car. It was dark out and the air was chilly. I felt uneasy and immediatly wanted to go home.

Bob must've seen the worried look on my face because he grabbed my hand and told me to relax.

"Why are we here?" I asked.

"To have a little fun.........." Bob said, pulling a flask out of his glove compartment.

I was fine with the boose. I loved boose. Two-bit and I used to drink all the time together. I tried my first beer with him. But still, how could a graveyard be fun?

"Want some?" Bob offered after he took a few sips.

I nodded and took the flask from him. I took a small sip to see what it was. Liquor. I took a few more swigs and let the heat travel down my neck.

"You're so laid back compared to my ex, Cherry. She always got so pissed when I brought some happy juice with me." He told me.

"It really turns me on how chill you are........" He continued. He leaned over and started kissing my neck. I let him have his fun while I drank. But I started getting annoyed when he tried to unclasp my bra.

"Knock it off!" I demanded, trying to push Bob off of me.

"Shut up!" He ordered in return. He kept going and wouldn't stop.

"Bob, stop!" I screamed.

And the next thing I knew, Bob's door flew open and he was dragged out. I screamed before I even knew what had happened. It all went so quick.

Then I saw them. All the zombies coming toward the car. I closed the door as fast as possible and floored it. I zoomed out onto the main road only to be blocked off by two large trucks that had gotten into a car accident.

I slowly got out of the car and crept toward the trucks.

"Hello? Anyone out here?" I called.

"Make one more move and you're dead." I heard a voice say. I could feel the barrell of a shotgun against the back of my head.