I am now dedicating this story to Flag, because her favourite character is Dally, and she is awesome.
Chapter Two"I said drop and give me twenty!"
"And I said fuck you!"
By now all of the other boys had gathered around, eager to watch this 'heated arguement.' Of course, they had gotten used to fiascos like this. Dallas and the Sargent (A/N: Gosh, he needs a name, doesn't he?) got into 'disagreements' pretty much every day.
"Ooooooooh," the boys choursed mockingly, egging Sargent Murphy on.
"HEY!" he yelled, his zit-covered face turning red in anger. It was a wonder steam wasn't coming out of his ears, really. "No back talk from you! I don't wanna hear it! Now drop and give me twenty!"
Dally raised an eyebrow, lighting up a cigarette.
"You can't fuckin' tell me what to do."
"DAMN STRAIGHT I CAN!" Murphy bellowed, his face now growing purple.
However, he was unphased.
"Naw, I don't think you can. What are you gonna do? You can't force me to 'give you twenty', asshole." He smirked.
Murphy however, was not impressed. Although he knew he couldn't do anything about it, he continued to scream and rant.
"I DON'T NEED LAZY, ARROGANT LITTLE INSIGNIFICANT JACKASSES LIKE YOU HERE AT THIS BOOT CAMP! YOU COULD JUST GET THE HELL OUT! GET THE HELL OUT! NOW! GO SERVE ABOUT TWO YEARS IN JAIL! DO YOU WANT THAT? DO YOU?"
Dally rolled his eyes.
"I don't really give a shit."
Seeing as there was nothing else left to say, Murphy turned to the on-lookers, looking livid.
"GET OUTTA HERE! ALL OF YOU! GET BACK TO WORK!"
And, once they had all obeyed, he stormed off.
Dally smirked, proud of himself. No one told him what to do and If they did, they would regret it.
Okay, Sargent Murphy seems pretty physcotic.