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Cherry's POV

I never liked fighting. It upsets me so much, but then why do I feel the need to kill Dallas now? Maybe there are just some people that can get under anyone's skin. This is all his fault and I really want to just strangle him right now. Hey, I'm still in jail so why not?

I look up and find Dallas smiling up at me. And not the happy go lucky smile. The 'I know I'm the worst' kind of smile. "What the? Get off me!"

I try to shove him off of me, but that doesn't working. Then I try to just move myself out from under him, and that doesn't work. I'm getting fed up with all of this. If he had just left me alone and never have opened his huge mouth we would have been find. I'm going with my last resort.

I screamed. Very loudly. Right in his ear. I saw him jolt away and clutch his ear muttering swear words.

I laughed. Oh I wasn't supposed to do that when he was around. "Finally you got off."

Dallas put his finger in his ear. "What?"

Whoops I probably made him a little deaf. Oh well I'll live.

Dally's POV

Man that hurt. The girl's got a loud voice. Oh shoot I hope I don't become deaf. Ugh, man. I have to ignore the stupid ringing in my ear. I need payback. I'll have to hit it where it hurts. She's gonna be sorry she even did that.

I crossed my arms acting as if the scream was nothing. I put on my best smirk and said something that I knew would make her mad.

"Looks like Red used a little too much hair dye today."

Cherry's POV

He did not just go there. Nonetheless my hands still went up to my head as if shielding from Dallas's hurtful comment. I tried to make it look like I wasn't angry like the way he wanted me to be.

"I don't use hair dye. This-" I gestured to my hair. "is all natural."

Dallas scoffed. "Right and us greasers never use hair grease. Besides I always thought that hair was just a little too bright to be natural."

My eyes widened. Hands back to defending my hair. "No it's not!"

He cocked an eyebrow. "Uh-huh whatever you say."

He eyes then shifted right to my shirt. I quickly crossed my arms in front of me, but not before I slapped him across the face. "Quit lookin' at my chest!"

He rolled his eyes and rubbed the spot where I hit him. "I was not I was lookin to see what you've got on your shirt."

Like I was supposed to believe an excuse like that. I looked down to see what I was wearing. My shirt had a cute puppy on it. "So?"

Dallas sat down. "Looks like it's for someone who belongs in diapers."

Like I needed his opinion. And I knew he said that only to make me mad. Sure this wasn't something that made me look drop dead gorgeous, but it was cute. "It was a gift."

He snorted. "Well it's a lousy gift if you ask me. Would've asked for a new switchblade. That would've helped me more in a brawl than a cutesy shirt would."

I glared at him. "I didn't ask you, did I?"

He just shrugged.

I went far away in the corner. I know it sounds silly, but I didn't have to listen to his criticism. I was mumbling angrily to myself. "I like my shirt."

Here's a sneak peak of the next chapter!

I know I shouldn't have said that, but that's just who I am. Cold, hard, and mean. She was angry. I mean angrier than I've ever seen her. I would have said that I feel regret, but I don't. I don't feel anything.

~What Is Left Unsaid~