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Chapter 3
I tensed and waited for the harsh words I though would come from the two passing greasers...until I realized they hadn't spotted me yet. I slid out of the swing and crouched on the ground, hiding in the darkness. The two hoods stopped and one of them sat down on the bars of the jungle gym.
"..I told you Slivia, I'm not gonna take your damn cheating anymore."
Realization dawned on her as that deep, sexy voice carried itself to her ears. "Jesus..Not again." I thought as the girl Dally had called 'Silvia' said; "Dally! It was a mistake...I swear Mark doesn't mean anything to me! It's you I love, Dallas, not him!"
The girl put her arms around Dallys shoulder as she attempted to sit on his lap. He stood angrily and pushed her away from him. "Come on, Silivia. I'm takin' you home." He said walking away from her.
"I don't need your help gettin' home, Dallas Winston!" Silivia screamed at him as she stomped off, trying not to trip on her high heels. Dally stood there looking after her and sighed as he ran his hand through his hair. It was then when my leg decided to give out on me...betraying my hiding spot to Dally as my body hit the hard ground.
He whirled around and stared at my still figure on the ground. It was too dark, I realized, for him to see who I was. So I stood up slowly, attempting to avoid any conflict with the tough hood like that broad he just broke up with. I stepped towards him and his hand went to his back pocket and he whipped out his switchblade. "Easy!" I said as I put up my hands in a gesture to stop him from ripping my throat out.
His eyes widened as he realized it was me. The hood looked astonishing in his black muscle shirt and tight fitting blue jeans. My body had the instinct to run but my leg was still asleep and I knew I wouldn't get very far judging on the rage that almost shook Dallys body. "You watched that?" He growled, more of a statement than a question. I didn't want to say anything that might make him cross the line of me getting home safely...or arriving in a body bag, so I just nodded.
He walked towards me, knife in hand. When he was standing an inch from me, he reached up and dragged the flat of the blade down my arm. I shivered at the cold feeling of the steel on my skin.
"I...I want to go home." I said. Dally smirked. "Just point me in the right direction...And i'll be out of your life forever." I tried to reason. He leaned in and wispered "The right thing for you to do right now, dollface, is to shut up."
Unfortunately, I didn't take his advice and kept bantering on.
"There's tons of greaser broads you could be terrorizing instead of me. Why not go find one of them...Their more likely not to press charges against you." I said before realizing the mention of police could make him do something reckless. To my great surprise Dally said "Your more interestin' than the other broads i've met". "Just...just let me go, please." I asked, ashamed to be on the verge of begging. He kept draggin the knife over my skin, his dangerous blue eyes peering into mine. He looked like he trying to make a decision...One I hoped would end with him putting the switchblade away.
"I won't tell the police it was you..." I started but broke off when his free hand grabbed my shoulder so I couldn't pull away as he brought the knife up to my neck. "My patience has it's limits you know." He drawled. "I told you to shut up, now shut up."
That time I did.