*y/n's pov*
My phone was taking FOREVER to charge so to spear time i started playing 21 questions with dallas bc, why not ?
"Alright, dollface" he said you go first, "ummm how old are you" I asked unenthusiastically. "17." he answerd bored cuz it was a dry af question."ok my turn" he said with that damn smirk.
"wanna go to bucks and get a drink" he said, "smooth little shit" I thought, "my turn, whats bucks ?" "a place to get drinks." he said
"Fine but i aint gon' drink AND what is you exactly gon tell them" i whispered the last part to him.
"Im going to bucks & she's going w me, bye guys" dallas practically yelled while pulling me out side making a run for it to apparently bucks.
OOoOoO
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am i a goner ? || dallas winston x reader
Fanfictiongon·er /ˈɡônər/ noun a person or thing that is doomed or cannot be saved. [hella slow updates lmao] I don't own the outsiders what so ever And mature bc vulgar language
