I hesitantly walk into the dirty looking diner. Looking around, I spot a boy with whitish/blond hair and icy blue eyes staring at me in amusement.
"Hello, um your name is Dallas right?" I ask him. He nods and stares at me in a sort of creepy way. Then, a waitress comes up with his order and he turns his attention to her. As he starts flirting with the poor girl I get a good look at what he ordered. EW... I've never seen a more disgusting looking burger in my life.
"You do realize that I'm paying right?" I ask him.
"So?" he says as he takes a bite out of the disgusting thing.
"So," I continued, "we could have gone somewhere a little nicer than this place," He just stares at me, with eyes filled with so much hate I can barely look into them.
"Listen, babe I ain't no Soc, I'm not gonna go to some rich peoples restaurant for caviar or something." He finishes his sentence daring me to fight him on it. I'm a little bit smarter than that so I change the subject…
"Do you honestly care about anyone but yourself? I almost yelled in frustration. For 30mins I've sat here waiting for this guy to mention someone he cares about, but so far he hasn't. No, besides flirting with me all he's done is talk about gangs and New York City. After hearing him say all this I realize that he truly is messed up on the inside.
"No," he says casually as he lights up a cigarette.
"No, one?" I repeat staring at him, "not even Johnny?" I've heard a little about this boy, how the gang has always treated him like a kid brother. Looking into Dallas's eyes, I think I might of pushed him a little too far over his breaking point.
"Maybe you should leave, babe before I get really angry at you," he says blowing dark gray smoke into my face. But for once the icy look has left his eyes, for a moment at least. But in the one single moment, I realized maybe, just maybe, Dallas Winston cared for someone after all.