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Chapter 9
"what'er yoou doin'?" I asked dumbfounded. "You cant jus' go around jumping into peoples rigs... You almost gave me a heart attack!"
"Glory Ponyboy, if she dont shut up!" Dallas snapped.
I stopped talking. Dallas had a dangerous glint in his eye, that sent a chill chasing its way up and down my spine. Pony on the other hand had a half amused smile on his lips as he gazed out the window.
It wasn't long 'till we pulled up next to a house and pony bailed out with a smile and a 'see ya' later'. I waved and managed a half hearted smile, as I watched him jog into the house. 'That boy was so nice'. Belatedly I turned to Dallas to see him sitting in the drivers seat with one arm resting on top of the wheel, and he was glaring out the windshield.
"You gonna tell me where you live sometime before I die of old age?" He snapped, refusing to look away from the road. I sat there in a daze... 'He was driving me home?' I sat there trying to process that. 'why would he do that? Geez, I must be drunker than I thought.'
"Well?" He spat, finally turning to look at me. I sat there staring at him for a few moments more before sputtering out my address when I saw his eye twitch.
Dallas swore, "You live all the way out there?" He gave me cool look, shaking his head. "Glory hallelujah you are some trouble." With that Dallas sped off into the night.
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Some minutes later I was pressed into the seat of my truck, teeth clenched, as Dallas took a corner with the tires screeching.
"Dallas... I think I'm gonna be sick." I whined clutching the dash.
"Your truck skirt." He said unconcerned.
"I'm not wearing a skirt." I said smartly.
The words had barley left my mouth when I felt the truck lurch forward. God I could feel myself getting green around the gills. Dallas turned a sharp corner, and I gripped the seat next to me, watching in horror as we picked up speed. Dallas looked calm as anything, casually leaning back in his seat with only one arm draped over the wheel. I saw him glance at me from the corner of his eye, and I swore I saw a mischievous look settle on his face, before my eyes lost focus. It wasnt till I felt his warm hand settle on my upper thigh that my vision snapped back into focus.
"You okay, Dollface?.. Ya' know its kind of a shame your not wearing a skirt." He smirked rubbing his hand up and down squeezing every few seconds.
I sat there looking down at his hand for a moment, before shooting him my own piercing glare. I'm not sure why but this didn't scare me. He looked smug but he didnt have that dangerous glint. Plus he looked like he was trying to hold back a laugh, the jerk.
Irritated I shoved his hand away, and he smirked again. "Don't touch me." I told him bitingly.
"What, I cant do that?" He asked mockingly.
"No." I said firmly.
"Listen.." He started leaning towards me. With his eyes still on the road he said, " I'll do whatever I want." His voice was low and again I felt his hand on my knee.
Slapping his hand away I said, "Not with me." I turned my attention onto the road, pretending he didn't interest me. I heard him laugh causing me to look back only to catch him sending me a look of his own.
"Can't I?" He asked quietly, gazing at me intently. I had a feeling there was something more to that look but my vision was starting to get fuzzy again and suddenly I was too tired to care. I studdied his face a few moments opting not to say anything hoping to end our conversation, so I rolled my eyes instead.
He turned back to the road and the truck was silent. I didn't like Dallas, but I knew Ponyboy was close with him. Probably closer now than they were a year ago, and I could understand that. They had been through things together that most people will never deal with ever. But I couldnt help but wonder about Johnny. 'What happened to him?' Pony's paper said he fell into a coma the night of the rumble. When him and Dallas had raced to the hospital, Johnny was still awake. Some time after their short lived conversation, where Johnny had told Ponyboy to 'Stay gold', he had gone into fits and shortly fell into a coma. In the paper, after the trial was over Pony only mentioned Johnny once more saying he was still at the hospital with no improvement. I had to wonder what happened after Pony found that note in 'Gone With the Wind', but further thought was proving difficult. These were all things I had thought about since reading Pony's paper but at the moment I was having a hard time not blurting my thoughts out to Dallas.
'yeah right, I'd rather not die.' The lull in the trucks engin was making me sleepy, and I drifted off with thoughts of the Revolution and a burning church.
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In my dream I saw my mother. A small woman with warm brown eyes, and long curly brown hair. She was smiling, the way I had seen in pictures, and she was laughing. But I couldn't hear anything. She looked at me, and it took me a moment to realize she was saying something. I tried to get closer to hear her, but there was something pulling at me. Something pulling me away.
I was at the farm walking through the tall grass in the fields,I could hear someone whistling a tune in the distance. It felt peaceful and calm. I reached out my hand to feel the soft blades tickle my fingers. Suddenly the whistling stopped. I came apon my truck parked in the driveway, and I climbed into the passengers seat. I was encased in darkness, but I felt movement beside me. The dream darkness must have been because my eyes were closed, because I cracked them open, only to find cool icy blues looking down at me. I felt a calloused hand cup my my face.
"Some trouble" he wispered, and the words echoed in my mind. I felt a rough finger ghost across my bottom lip before hot firm lips met my own. I moaned a little at the soft sting of his teeth nipping my lower lip, followed by the soothing strokes of something hot and wet. Tingles raced through my body and I reached out to caress his stubbled face and warm neck. He pulled back for a moment, only to briefly but firmly press his lips to mine once again.
"Dallas?" I asked breathlessly, before finding myself in darkness once again.
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I was being shaken... Roughly.
"Hey, wake up," A voice said. Groggily I opened my eyes and took stock of my surroundings.
Dallas shook me again, "I'm awake." I said brushing his hand off my shoulder.
"Is this where you live?" He asked gruffly. I looked out the window to see the farm house and the barn not twenty feet from us.
"yeah." I said.
"Well hurry up and get out." He told me. I took me a moment to register what he was saying.
"Your leaving?" I asked, "With my truck?"
"Where do you expect me to sleep, in the barn?" He asked sharply.
"In the gest room?" I asked as if it were obvious.
"Yeah I'm sure that'll go over well with your folks." He replied rolling his eyes, "Get out."
"Just my dad," I said ignoring his last comment, " and he wont care. Your not taking my truck. Besides, " I started, also choosing to ingore his irritated glare, "I dont suppose you'd care to bring it back... It's late. You can crash here and I can take you back tomorrow morning." I reached for the keys, but he stopped my hand.
"And what if I don't like that idea?" He said coolly.
"Please Dally?" I whined, "dont be difficult. I'm tired and I'm asking you?" All I wanted was to find my bed and my nice warm blankets. I looked at his cold blue eyes, and his hard face. Sitting in the truck reminded me of my dream, sending heat to my face. I noticed he still had a hold of my hand and without thinking I licked my lips. Realising what I had just done I quickly turned my head, praying he hadn't noticed, but when I looked back my hopes were dashed when I saw him raise an eyebrow.
I still had a hold on my keys and quickly I yanked my hand from his grip. I was dizzy and I wasn't at all sure it was entirely is was still from the alcohol.
"Come on," I said stumbling out of the cab and started for the house ,not waiting to see if he was following. i tripped over a raise in the ground and found myself sprawled out in the grass. picking myself up I didn't miss the amused look he was giving me, but chose to ignore it.
"My dad's room is down the hall from the kitchen so be quiet on the stairs." Truth was I wasn't sure how my dad was going to react to Dallas spending the night, and figured I'd rather wait to explain when I was thinking better. I had sobered some since we had left the party, but my vision was still foggy and that was never a good sign. I reached out and tugged on Dallas' sleeve to pullhim through the door, doing my best to lead him around the furniture, and up the stairs.
I opened the door opposite mine, but next to my mothers old room.
"The sheets are clean." I said "My room is across the hall, and the door next to mine is the bathroom. I can get you some extra blankets." I finished opening the hall closet. When I set an extra bundle on his bed, I chanced a glance at the brooding boy in the room, only to see him leaning against the wall watching me under hooded eyes.
"I-Is there anything else?" I stuttered, "Are you hungry?" I had seen a lot of intense looks from Dallas, but none like this. I couldn't hold his gaze and the fact that he wasn't talking was making me nervous.
I bit my lip and furrowed my brows as I met his eye. After a few moments I sighed. "If theres nothing else?" I prompted, "I'm going to go to bed."
Still he said nothing, and again we stood there watching each other, and for the second time that night I rememered my dream and those icy blues that were looking at me were all too real. I felt a blush heat my cheeks, causing me to drop his gaze once again and make a hasty goodnight, quietly shutting the door behind me.
Once in my room, I changed in a daze, my thoughts completly focused on the man across the hall. As soon as my head hit my pillow and I was instantly asleep. My only hope was that I was done dreaming for the night.
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