Author Note: I do not own the rights to The Outsiders; forever and always, they belong to S.E. Hinton.
Something I haven't seen before…
Nobody Asked How I Felt.
Dallas Winston is dead.
XXX
"Steven; I never expected to see you here." Sylvia smirked.
"Shut up, Sylvia. I just need to tell you something." Steve snapped.
"Well spit it out, I can't read minds." She spat, shifting her weight to the right side.
"Dally's dead."
Sylvia's face went from boredom to shock in a split second. Steve had never seen so much emotion on her face before.
She quickly shifted to confusion.
"Okay."
Sylvia's eyebrows furrowed. She turned around and stumbled back deeper into her house. She didn't even bother to close the door.
Steve stood there, unsure of what just happened. So he just walked away, leaving the door wide open.
Why was Steve the one to deliver the message?
Not that it mattered…
Darry was working—
Two-Bit thought she was a slut—
(because the girls he went for were so much better)
Pony didn't like her—
Soda was depress—
And, well, Steve tolerated her.
XXX
Sylvia's new beau glides in (the one she used to cheat on Dallas).
He kisses her neck for a while.
She does not want to move.
For she does not want to hurt.
But he does not notice.
As long as he gets what he wants.
XXX
It was only yesterday Steve told her than Dallas was dead.
She only waited on day to get back in bed with her boyfriend.
Her eyes wandered from left to right.
Looking for answers.
But there were not there for her to see.
Did I love him?
Did I care?
Did I want him?
Did I dare?
XXX
"Syl, what's going on with you?"
No answer.
"Hello? Earth to Sylvia?" He starts to raise his voice.
"Get out."
"Excuse me?"
"Get out!"
He scoffs and marches out the door.
For the first time in her life, Sylvia feels guilty.
And she feels remorse.
It took her an entire week to figure out:
I did love him.
I did care.
I did want him.
I did dare…