A/N: I don't own the outsiders or any of the characters except the narrator…who is yet unnamed (even to me)…so think of a name and send it to me if you want…r&r pls…I think that's it…oh yeah: one tequila, two tequila, three tequila, FLOOR!…sry, that's been stuck in my head all day…lol
Chapter Two
Somehow, someway Dallas had convinced me to go to Buck's. It was probably that gentleman-like charm of his. Yeah, right.
I was in my "room" getting ready & humming to some country song, when the devil himself walked in. He leaned against the doorway, looking bored and kind of, um…inviting.
God! Did you read that last line? Maybe I shouldn't go to Buck's tonight. It could be dangerous…for me.
"Are you ready yet?" he asked, sounding annoyed and impatient.
I looked at myself in the mirror; it wasn't going to get any better. I had wanted my hair down, but it wouldn't work with me, so I put it up in half- ponytail. I was wearing semi-tight, faded jeans and a black tank top with a white button-up shirt tied over it.
"Yeah," I answered.
He gave me "the look-over."
"You look nice," he said.
Awkward. I couldn't think of anything witty to say, so I let it go and just walked out the door. He followed, with his eyes on my butt…I'm sure.
"Did you remember your money?" asked Dally when we got in eye-sight of the place. "I'll be damned if I'm buying your fucking beer."
I looked at him with the phoniest smile I have, which is pretty phony considering I've been paired with Socs on class assignments before, and said, "Dallas Winston, you're such a sweetheart. I think I might be falling in love with you."
He just gave me a nasty look and kept walking, leaving me alone on the road laughing.