Doll Face Freak: Dallas x Reader Fanfic

Chapter 11

~Dallas' POV~
I drove with Sylvia to the dingo. I ordered us some food through the drive through and we parked to eat.
I just stared at my half eaten sandwich, thinking about the party earlier. I squeezed it, squishing the sandwich into a pancake and threw it out the car. I sighed and took out a cigar. I still couldn't get over what happened in truth or dare.
Because I think h-he's good in bed...and he is pretty handsome...
Her nervous, smooth voice echoed in my mind. I haven't heard her voice ever since that day, and she was yelling. Hearing her voice calmly sounds really nice, it could make you fall asleep. She was turning tomato red and playing with her messy, long hair while saying that. Her eyes when they looked at me...just...
Damn it! What am I thinking? The voice in my head erupted through my thoughts. I don't like that freak! I don't, I don't, I don't!
I slammed the steering wheel out of embarrassment and frustration.
"Dallas, what's the matter?" Sylvia asked.
"Nothin'." I replied as I exhaled the smoke.
"Come on." She said as she rubbed my thigh, "I know something's wrong."
"Remember the freak girl back at elementary?" I sighed, "She moved back here and now Soda's dragging her everywhere. Fuck, she might even be in our group now and I'll see her everyday."
Sylvia let out a laugh.
"That Freak back in third grade?!" She laughed as she wiped the tears from her eyes, "The one you bullied? Man, I feel so bad for you, Dally. Wow, I guess that bitch came back. What'd she look like? Weird and ugly as always?"
I didn't respond. I just twirled the cigar in my fingers, watching some smoke rise from the end.
"Dal," Sylvia said with a chuckle, "Why aren't you saying anything? Wait, are you actually friends with her or something?"
"No!" I denied quickly.
Sylvia knew something was up and cocked an eyebrow. She took off the pin from her hair, letting her curls fall down onto her shoulders.
"I bet you like her too, don't you." She said in a low voice.
"Syl, shut up." I muttered under my breath, "You're wrong."
"You do." She raised her voice, "You're a little whore, aren't you?"
"Well, you're one to tal-," I snapped back but then she put her finger on my mouth while shushing me.
"I'm changed now, Dal." She said, I raised an eyebrow, "Really, I only think about you."
She started to climb on top of me, straddling her legs around my body. She came face to face with me, our lips an inch apart.
"And I want you now." She whispered seductively into my lips.
She put her hand on my shoulder. I felt her soft fingers slowly trail down.
"Come on, Daddy." She pouted her lip, "Let's forget about everything and everyone, especially that freak. Only the two of us, together."
Her hand snaked down lower. This didn't feel right, she didn't feel right.
"No!" I growled as I threw her off me.
She landed on the seat, bouncing a little.
"What the hell?!" She yelled at me.
"Not now, Sylvia!" I snapped, "Just go away and stop talking about her! Why are you even talking about her? You weren't really even a part of it, you just spectated and did nothing like a little pussy so shut your fucking mouth and get outa here!"
She scoffed and slapped me in the face. She opened the car door and slammed it, walking away to who knows where.
This might be the last straw of our "thing". Which is actually good.
I rubbed my forehead and groaned. Why did I do that? Why did I just stand up for Y/N like that? I never thought I'd be standing up for the quiet, weird girl. I'm the tough Dallas Winston, I jump kids and old people for fun. I love to commit crimes and beat up Socs. I show no mercy to anyone. But now, I felt a little different...I didn't know how to explain it.
Maybe Sylvia was right, maybe I do like her.