Lost in Love
Chapter Three

Author's Note: I'm sorry for the lack of updates. These past few months with fanfiction have been stressful, and it's honestly been a while since I've decided to write a fanfic. I took a short break and was writing original stories, but I'm back.

I don't mean to sound like a whiny, little b*tch, but it downright sucks when rarely anyone leaves a review providing feedback as to how the story is going. To be completely honest, one of the main reasons I abandoned fanfiction for a couple months is because I feel like no one enjoys reading my stories, and it kind of sucks to be present without being acknowledged.

Taking this into consideration, I'm going to go through my entries, and some of them will be deleted. I know for sure that I want to delete Lean on Me because, although I have ideas in mind for the story, I have absolutely no motivation to continue writing on it. I won't make any promises, but I might start over with the story in the future. There might be some big changes to my profile, but I honestly doubt it'll be anything too drastic.

And the fate of this story will be known as time progresses. At the moment, I'm writing a story that branches off of the NBC TV show, Freaks and Geeks, but instead of it being with those characters, I'm putting an Outsiders twist to it. So, although I've been gone for quite some time, I'm not leaving the Outsiders archives. :)

I really would appreciate it if you read my fairly long (longer than usual) author's note; I feel it contains some valuable information, but if you don't, then I hope you enjoy chapter three. I think it turned out pretty good; it was written before my writing skill started on a downward plummet (I think I'm starting to improve again, so that's a good sign!) It'd be appreciated if you all would review upon finishing the chapter, but I'll leave it up to you.

PS - I haven't seen this chapter in over a couple months, so I apologize if there are any mistakes. I quickly read over it before posting, but with my luck, I probably missed some (quite a few) things.


By the time Dallas comes back for that dance, I'm drunker than hell. He wraps his arm around my waist and helps me off the bar stool before leading me to Buck's makeshift dance floor; I stumble more times than I can count, and if it weren't for Dally's arm around my waist, I'd be stomach down on the wooden floor.

Sylvia comes right into view as soon as we step into the room. She's hanging onto some brunette that belongs to Tim Shepard's outfit, and it's no surprise that their dance is incredibly erotic. Several women are staring in disgust while some men are watching her with nothing but lust in their eyes.

Dallas draws my hips closer to his, and after some odd minutes, he starts grinding on me. With as drunk as I am, it arouses me more than it should. It's turning me on, and I want nothing more than him to take me up to his room.

Thankfully, I don't have to wait long for my wish to be fulfilled.

After two or three songs, Dallas grows tired of dancing, and after grabbing my hand, he pulls me off to a secluded area - his room. The two of us stagger up the stairs; the only support I have is Dally's arm hugging my waist. It's not much, but we manage to reach the 2nd floor without killing ourselves.

After locking his door, Dal accompanies me on the bed. He climbs on top and wastes very little time on removing my clothes. Even I don't hesitate; this is a dream come true, and within a couple minutes, we're both completely naked.

Dal presses his lips roughly to mine, and we engage in activities I would never do sober.

XxXxXxX

The sun passes through my eyes lids, adding onto my pounding headache. I roll onto my side, and with a hand pressed to my forehead, I carefully open my eyes.

The unfamiliar surroundings wake me up right away. I shoot upward, regretting it once the pounding catches up with me. I look around slowly; one by one, bits and pieces of last night make themselves clear. To my surprise, I don't regret any of my actions.

After pulling myself out from underneath the blankets, I move towards the dresser. Surely he won't mind if I borrow one of his shirt. I open the top drawer and find several different articles. I swear underneath my breath before looking through the pile.

Magically, I find a brown shirt.

I remove it from the drawer before slipping it on over my head. Afterwards, I grab the black belt from my dress last night and fasten it around my waist; fortunately, it makes his shirt look a little more presentable. Sadly, the shirt isn't very long on me, so if I'm not careful, some citizens of Tulsa might see more of me than they want. Once I'm finished getting dressed, I gather my belongings and head back to my house.

My house is completely silent when I get home. It really doesn't surprise me; it's only 9:30, and my family is capable of sleeping all day. I take this opportunity to head back to my bed myself. I don't even bother changing into my own clothes. Instead, I climb into my bed still clad in Dal's shirt and that belt. As soon as my head hits the pillow, I'm out like a light.

The remainder of the day passed by uneventfully. Mom and Brandon hurry off to work, and Carolyn leaves, talking Daniel with to dump him off at my grandma's house no doubt. By 2:30, I'm all alone.

Seeing no point in getting up, I remain in bed all day. Periodically, my mind runs back to last night. I dwell on my encounter with Dallas more than I should, and it doesn't take long at all before I feel the urge to cry; the urge to let it all out.

Dallas Winston isn't meant for me.

The fact cements itself into my mind. The more I think about it, the more my heart cracks. Tears swell in my eyes, and I desperately try to hold them back. I refuse to let a boy be the source of my tears. If Sylvia were here, she'd laugh and tell me he isn't worth it. I know he isn't.

Dallas Winston isn't worth my tears.

I pound that thought into my head; I squeeze my eyes shut in an effort to help. It fails me. A single tear slips through my eyelids and falls freely down my cheek.

It's a lie. It's an absolute lie. I love Dallas. I love Dallas Winston more than anyone knows; hell, the extent of my feelings are now becoming clear to me.

I'm bedridden for the rest of the day. I don't even move when Carolyn calls me down for dinner. Instead, I lounge around, crying way harder than I should be. The fact that I'm just another girl to Dal hurts more than when I broke my arm in the 4th grade, and at that time, nothing could compare.

Now, a broken arm can't even compare to the pain that love has brought me.

XxXxXxX

Kathy leans against RobertBridge's locker with a nasty look on her face. "I don't understand what everyone sees in the student from Germany," she comments. "If you ask me, he isn't that attractive."

"Well, ain't you nice," She crosses her arms over her chest and sighs loudly. "What's even wrong with you today? You aren't your normal, happy self."

"Two-Bit broke up with me again," Kathy explains. "He called last night saying he thinks we should start seeing other people. If you ask me, I think he's trying to hook up with that blonde from homework."

"So, you're going to talk trash about that boy from Germany to release the pain you're feeling?" As I pull my books out of my locker, my sight catches on something terrible.

Dallas is standing at Sylvia's locker, and he's offering her his ring.

XxXxXxX

"Jenni, you can't stop there. C'mon, I'm your best friend. Tell me what's on your mind," Kathy pokes me in the side again, but I refuse to budge. "Jenni, I ain't gonna stop 'til you tell me what's goin' on." Once again, Kathy pokes me in the side.

"Kathy, stop."

"Not 'til you tell me what's goin' on. You ain't tellin' me somethin', and if you don't want me to start guessin', you better spill your guts. I ain't goin' down without a fight, and you know I'm gonna find out whether you want me to or not, Jenni." I sigh in defeat, knowing she's right. Kathy's persistent, and if she wants to know something, she'll find out one way or another.

I drop my hands to my sides and sigh loudly – overdramatically, too. "What's to say?" I ask plainly. Kathy rolls her eyes and pokes me in the side again; this one harder than the last two. "Ouch, knock it off! That hurt!" I exclaim, rubbing my side.

"Quit tryin' to change the subject, and tell me already. Jenni, I'm dyin' to know what's wrong. Is it anything juicy?" My eyes widen as I whip around to face her.

"Kathy, I swear to God if you tell anyone, I will personally kill you."

"Then tell me already!"

"Fine," I mutter, playing with my fingers. I avoid her eyes, and instead, I stare at the floor. "On Friday, D-Dallas was drunk, and I guess I had a l-little to drink too, but he asked me to dance with him, and it w-wasn't clean dancin', Kathy. It turned d-dirty quickly, and then he took me to his b-bedroom . . ." By the time I finish my story, my heart is racing, my palms are sweaty, and I'm shaking.

"Oh my God, Jenni." Kathy whispers.

XxXxXxX

Kathy locks her door before flopping onto her bed next to me. Her blonde hair is a mess, but she barely cares. "Now, tell me what happened on Friday," I sigh loudly and roll my eyes, annoyed at the fact she expects me to repeat myself. I could barely do it the first time. "I'm serious, Jenni. This is serious. Does Sylvia know?" I shake my head.

"No, she don't," I answer. "It shouldn't matter though. They weren't together when it happened, so this stays between us, right?" Kathy nods her head and pushes herself into a sitting position.

"I cross my heart," she promises, drawing a cross across the left side of her chest. "I can't believe you and Dal got down and dirty though. The Jenni I know would never do that sober."

"Leave me alone, Kathy. I was hardly drunk." Kathy nudges me with a smirk on her face.

"I still can't believe it happened though."

XxXxXxX

"Dal, can I ask you something?" I ask, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. It's almost 7:00 at night, and I'm on my way home from Kathy's house. Coincidentally, Dallas had crossed my path, and now was my time to ask him about Friday night.

He turns on his heel, and like usual, he looks annoyed. "What do you want, Kid?" He asks, lighting up a cigarette. I lace my fingers together behind my back. The way his eyes are staring into me makes me nervous, and it's not long before I find myself starting to rock back and forth on my heels. "Hurry up, I ain't got all night. I've got places to be." He takes a long drag on his cigarette before releasing the smoke into the night.

"I was w-wonderin' if you've t-thought anything 'bout l-last Friday night." I ask nervously, biting my bottom lip. Dallas groans in response, and I can't tell if it's because I refuse to make eye contact with him or because I'm wasting his time.

"Listen, it was nothin'," he explains. "I was drunk, and you were drunk. Don't worry, Doll. I ain't gonna bother you no more." Dal turns around afterwards before heading to wherever. As for me, I remain cemented to the sidewalk. Tears start to swell in my eyes, and I mentally swear at myself for even thinking for a second that he could've possibly liked me. My heart aches. His words sting more than they should, but the meaning behind them hurts more than I could have prepared for.

I'll never mean a thing to Dallas Winston.


Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who's dealing with me. I really, really appreciate it, and I love all of you guys.

Please, I would really appreciate it if a few of you reviewed. I'm really not asking for much, and it'll really make my day. :)

PS - I've change my name from switchbladesandhairgrease to reaction-to-steverandle.