Author's Note: Short Chappie i no but i didn't want to put it with chap 2. Too lazy i guess. READ THO :D TEll me what you think so far. I don't know their might be some romance later on but i dont want it going crazy :P

Chapter 3:

"Dallas…" I began but he shot me one of his dangerous looks that said don't mess with me or I'll take you out. I didn't care though, I wasn't afraid of him, or the Shepard's. I wasn't a helpless little girl even if he wanted to pretend I was, I could handle myself. "Dallas listen…"

"Shut it Doe." I bit my lip and felt a slight bit of pain. Not physical, just sorta emotional. I hated the way he had said that, like I didn't matter to him. We were friends but still, he could have at least been a bit nicer, I mean I had taken a beating for his ass.

Dallas finally stopped just a few houses down from the Park. I looked around, nobody was outside. He stood me in front of him and began to eye me up and down. I knew he had caught sight of the bruise on my cheek and the scraps on my arms but that was it, everything else was hidden, thank goodness.

"Lift your dress" he said roughly. I shook my head. His jaw tightened as he repeated himself. "I said lift it."

I swore, calling Dally a few special names as my thin fingers pulled the front of the white material back, revealing my stomach. He shook his head.

"What now?" I snapped.

"Take those off."

"Take what off, my pants?" I asked sarcastically.

"You know what. The bandages smart ass."

"Holy shit, Winston, I just had those put on."

"Well, I'll put some new ones on. Now take em off!"

"Fine!" I wrenched the white cotton back and threw it to the ground. "There! Happy!" I stared him in the eyes, hopping to tick him off or something but he wasn't paying attention, he was looking at my ribs. There were half circle bruises all over them from where Tim's shoe had hit me.

"Let's go" Dallas said quietly, taking my hand and leading me back to the lot. I lowered my dress and let myself be dragged once again down the road. We didn't bother saying a word to each other the entire way.

Pony, Johnny and Two-bit were still standing around the lot, tossing the football around tiredly, not putting much effort into it anymore. Dally's grip grew stronger when we walked past them. I searched with pleading eyes off in their direction, hoping that one of them would have the balls to come and tell Dally off.

"Hey, Dallas!" Two-bit was coming to my rescue.

"Bout damn time" I muttered. I saw Dally shake his head at Two-bit and then flip him off before quickening his pace.

We'd been speed walking for almost ten minutes when I finally pulled my wrist free. Dallas stopped, with his back to me.

"What's your problem Winston?" I screamed. "You better have one, I mean after all the dragging around…"

"Settle down Doe." I was surprised at how calm Dally was. You'd think after me yelling at him he'd yell back but no, he was just completely mellow. He pulled out a cigarette from behind his ear and lit it before taking a long drag. I waited impatiently, watching him with anger in my eyes.

"Dallas!" I broke the silence. The cancer stick dangled from his bottom lip, almost as it was taunting me. I hated being taunted. I snatched it from the chapped lips and threw it a few feet behind me, not even bothering to catch the evil glare Dally was most shooting in my direction. "Why are you treating me like this?"

"Like what?"

"Shit, I give up" I waved my pale arms in the air dramatically. "Come look me up when you've come to your senses."

I turned on my heel and stomped off down Sutton, leaving Dally alone without a cigarette.

"Greasy bastard" I muttered.