As the Tulsa sun beat down on the pavement, Dallas Winston was the only idiot who was outside in the sweltering heat strolling around. Tulsa was a complete 180 from New York City– the lazy summer heat kept the streets empty as anyone with a lick of sense knew to stay inside with the fan turned all the way up. His old man came stumbling home drunk Dallas didn't want to repeat last night's episode of a drunken beating. He was itching for some action and the quiet streets left him restless and looking for trouble.
Dallas sauntered into the small grocery store letting the cold air hit his slightly sunburnt face. The boys in the corner of the store looked up at him; their leather jackets and dusty jeans told him all he needed to know. Dallas was no stranger to gangs and he smirked to himself knowing the group of boys there in the corner was nothing compared to the ones he ran with in new york city. He stared back unintimidated by their glances, holding his stare with a boy with a scar down his cheek.
The cashier barely looked up at him as he walked down the aisles selling candy and junk food. But what attracted his eye was the silver lighter reflecting sunlight on the counter. Dallas leaned across the counter smoothly blocking the cashier's view, as he simultaneously slipped the lighter into his back pocket while flashing the cashier a signature smirk.
"Hey doll, are ya from Tennessee because you're the only ten I see" he drawled as he combed his finger through his pale hair. She frowned and placed the magazine in her hand down before giving him a once over.
"Get lost you hood" She leaned back and grabbed her magazine; too engrossed the glossy pages of the tabloid to notice the missing lighter. Dallas strolled easily out of the store grinning to himself as his thumb rubbed the engraving on the lighter in his pocket.
"Too easy he thought. At this rate, he was gonna run Tulsa by the end of this year. He walked across the street curious to explore the gas station on the other side before he heard steps softly catching up to him.
"Hey wait ain't you the kid that just moved here" the boy with the scar from the store caught up to him. " I saw you take that lighter you know"
"Mind your own fucking business" Dallas whipped around quickly. "You don't want to fuck with me." His bruised fists clenched in his pocket excited for a fight.
"Hey I'm not here looking for trouble with you kid" the taller boy flashed his empty palms and chuckled seeing Dallas' jaw clench at the word kid. "My name's Tim Shepard, just so you know you'll do well in my gang." He paused and hesitated when he watched the way the boy's pale brows furrow together "You know I can teach you a thing or two about taking more than just a lighter."/
"I don't need your fucking help" Dallas snarled and he felt his blood rushing to his ears "And I ain't any younger than you so watch who you call a fucking kid. There are no fucking gangs in this small town as far as I can see, it's just a bunch of little kids too scared to even roam these streets. Y'all. Ain't. Shit." He smirked as Tim got increasingly angrier as he punctuated each word.
"You better watch it" Tim's voice was soft but there was a hint of danger as his eyes darkened but Dallas just smirked and walked away still itching for a fight. Tim was smarter than to give Dallas what he wanted, he saw the way those icy blue eyes flashed with something that told him this kid thrived in chaos. Tim didn't even know the name of the blond kid walking away from him flashing him the bird but Tim Shepard knew the trouble was only getting started.