Chapter 6: Saving Dallas Winston
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I growled and continued strolling down the street, mumbling about how I better get something out of this deal.
The car stopped beside me and the window rolled down, revealing none other than Tim Shepard behind the wheel.
"You're the cousin of that one greaser with the sideburns, ain't ya," he asked, leaning out the window.
"Yes, I am," I replied, wondering if he caught me correcting his english.
"You seen Dallas Winston, baby?"
"I ain't your baby."
I came so close to kicking his stupid car that I had my foot drawn back to do it. It was probably a good thing that I didn't because he looked mad enough to kill and I didn't know about this jackass's policies about hitting women. For all I knew, he could have gotten out of the car and belted me so hard it would have broken my neck.
"You seen Dallas Winston or not," demanded Shepad, smoothing a strand of dark hair out of his eyes.
"Yeah," I said, near yelling at him. "He's hiding in those trees over there. Do all of us a favor and beat the life out of him."
"My pleasure," he sneered and parked the car.
I watched him get out and walk over to the trees. I couldn't see anything from my position, but I could hear the sound of yelling and then the sounds of running feet. I jumped into the car and slammed the driver's side door closed. Scrambling to the other side, I locked the passanger's door just as Dalllas came running to it.
"LET ME IN, GODDAMNIT," he yelled frantically. "LET ME IN!!!"
"Say please," I commanded. "NOW!"
"PLEASE," he yelled. I smiled and unlocked the door.
Dallas hopped in, soon followed by Steve who might as well have been sitting in Dally's lap. I had heard some things about Dallas Winston and one of those things was that he never ran from a fight. What was he doing now?
"Damn side," he muttered to himself.
I punched my foot on the gas as soon as Tim Shepard came out of the woods. He chased us for a while and I stuck my hand out the window, giving him a very rude gesture. At the time, I thought it was pretty funny. But what I didn't know was that later on, I'd pay for that.
I don't really remember what was said in that car. I just remember my thinking that I'd take this car and drive back to North Carolina. After I dropped Steve and Dallas off, I really considered it. I decided against it, parked the car in a park somewhere and walked back home.
By the time I got to Keith's house, it was daylight. I was almost ready to kill the next person I saw. I instead settled for sitting down in a chair on the front porch and going to sleep.
I was awoken by voices and laughing. I opened my eyes and was welcomed by the sight of Johnny and Ponyboy's retreating backs.
"What are you guys doing," I yelled sleepily.
"Oh, hey Colleen," Johnny said softly.
"Hey there, Johnny Cade," I called back. "What are ya'll up to?"
"We just stopped by to get some poker cards from Two-Bit's room," responded Ponyboy shortly. I don't think he really liked me. I guess it was my fault. I was real rude a lot of the time when he was around. But I had nothing against the kid.
"Oh." I got up out of my chair and stretched languidly. Boy, did it feel good to stretch in the sunlight.
They stopped and waited for me to catch up with them. By the time I did, I realized that I'd left my shoes on the porch. As tempting as it was to walk around without shoes on, I had to get them or I'd be cutting my feet on rocks left and right.
"Hold on a second," I said and ran back up to the porch.
As I was hunting for my left shoe which had somehow gotten lost, I heard a car pull up. I didn't really pay much attention to it until I heard a door slam and footsteps behind me. I picked up my sneaker and tried to turn around, only to be grabbed by a pair of strong arms. I struggled, but I was easily subdued by the brute behind me.
"Hey there, Bonnie," a deep, husky voice whispered into my ear.
I froze in mid-motion of elbowing the person in the face, trying to place that voice. And when it finally clicked, my heart skipped several beats.
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ANOTHER cliff-hanger. Man, I am evil. But see, cliff-hangers are like crack. Once you start, you get addicted. But I wouldn't know about the whole crack thing. I've never done it, myself. But from what I've heard, it's addictive. Anyway, before I get into trouble talking about crack....That's it. Wow, I cut it down this time, I think! GO ME! ::clears her throat:: Later Days Loyal Readers! Review.
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I growled and continued strolling down the street, mumbling about how I better get something out of this deal.
The car stopped beside me and the window rolled down, revealing none other than Tim Shepard behind the wheel.
"You're the cousin of that one greaser with the sideburns, ain't ya," he asked, leaning out the window.
"Yes, I am," I replied, wondering if he caught me correcting his english.
"You seen Dallas Winston, baby?"
"I ain't your baby."
I came so close to kicking his stupid car that I had my foot drawn back to do it. It was probably a good thing that I didn't because he looked mad enough to kill and I didn't know about this jackass's policies about hitting women. For all I knew, he could have gotten out of the car and belted me so hard it would have broken my neck.
"You seen Dallas Winston or not," demanded Shepad, smoothing a strand of dark hair out of his eyes.
"Yeah," I said, near yelling at him. "He's hiding in those trees over there. Do all of us a favor and beat the life out of him."
"My pleasure," he sneered and parked the car.
I watched him get out and walk over to the trees. I couldn't see anything from my position, but I could hear the sound of yelling and then the sounds of running feet. I jumped into the car and slammed the driver's side door closed. Scrambling to the other side, I locked the passanger's door just as Dalllas came running to it.
"LET ME IN, GODDAMNIT," he yelled frantically. "LET ME IN!!!"
"Say please," I commanded. "NOW!"
"PLEASE," he yelled. I smiled and unlocked the door.
Dallas hopped in, soon followed by Steve who might as well have been sitting in Dally's lap. I had heard some things about Dallas Winston and one of those things was that he never ran from a fight. What was he doing now?
"Damn side," he muttered to himself.
I punched my foot on the gas as soon as Tim Shepard came out of the woods. He chased us for a while and I stuck my hand out the window, giving him a very rude gesture. At the time, I thought it was pretty funny. But what I didn't know was that later on, I'd pay for that.
I don't really remember what was said in that car. I just remember my thinking that I'd take this car and drive back to North Carolina. After I dropped Steve and Dallas off, I really considered it. I decided against it, parked the car in a park somewhere and walked back home.
By the time I got to Keith's house, it was daylight. I was almost ready to kill the next person I saw. I instead settled for sitting down in a chair on the front porch and going to sleep.
I was awoken by voices and laughing. I opened my eyes and was welcomed by the sight of Johnny and Ponyboy's retreating backs.
"What are you guys doing," I yelled sleepily.
"Oh, hey Colleen," Johnny said softly.
"Hey there, Johnny Cade," I called back. "What are ya'll up to?"
"We just stopped by to get some poker cards from Two-Bit's room," responded Ponyboy shortly. I don't think he really liked me. I guess it was my fault. I was real rude a lot of the time when he was around. But I had nothing against the kid.
"Oh." I got up out of my chair and stretched languidly. Boy, did it feel good to stretch in the sunlight.
They stopped and waited for me to catch up with them. By the time I did, I realized that I'd left my shoes on the porch. As tempting as it was to walk around without shoes on, I had to get them or I'd be cutting my feet on rocks left and right.
"Hold on a second," I said and ran back up to the porch.
As I was hunting for my left shoe which had somehow gotten lost, I heard a car pull up. I didn't really pay much attention to it until I heard a door slam and footsteps behind me. I picked up my sneaker and tried to turn around, only to be grabbed by a pair of strong arms. I struggled, but I was easily subdued by the brute behind me.
"Hey there, Bonnie," a deep, husky voice whispered into my ear.
I froze in mid-motion of elbowing the person in the face, trying to place that voice. And when it finally clicked, my heart skipped several beats.
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ANOTHER cliff-hanger. Man, I am evil. But see, cliff-hangers are like crack. Once you start, you get addicted. But I wouldn't know about the whole crack thing. I've never done it, myself. But from what I've heard, it's addictive. Anyway, before I get into trouble talking about crack....That's it. Wow, I cut it down this time, I think! GO ME! ::clears her throat:: Later Days Loyal Readers! Review.