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Rating: PG13 for some use of language and sexual content

Disclaimer: Whoops, I forgot to do this. Well, as we all know, I do not own any Outsiders character (not even Sylvia) but I do own Brooke and Kevin. :)

Author: Volleyballlover (duh)

Heart Killers

Dally's Girl

A loud knock woke me up from a daze. Well it really wasn't a daze; it was more of an out-of-it state. It was like when you know you're not asleep but you still think you are and you picture yourself doing stuff like getting dressed or brushing your teeth or something, when you haven't…yea that's what I was in right then. Sitting up I listened for the sound of the knock once more. Maybe I had just dreamed of the knocking sound.

But it persisted. Standing up and wandering down the hallway I wondered who it could be. I mean, like I said before, the only two people who ever really came by were either my mother or Brooke. And, personally, I didn't think that it was Brooke. I figured she was either screwing Dally or Kevin (I'm not sure now). And it definitely wasn't my mother because she was at work. I had no idea who it could be. I mean…?

"Yea?" I asked as I answered the door. I didn't even bother to look through the viewer glass to see if it was some creepy person trying to shanghai me. Nope, I just opened the door…. and when I finally looked at who it was, I was completely shocked. My mouth literally fell open. Dallas Winston was standing on my front porch. "What do you want?" I asked cruelly as I came out of my shock that he was standing on my front porch.

Dally looked me in the eye, "Can I come in and ex-"

"No," I cut him off trying to keep my voice rational. I mean if I totally freaked he might freak and then it would just get freaky, "You cannot come in and explain anything. We both know what you did and I don't even know how you know that I know, but that's not the point. You're not my boyfriend so really you're free to kiss whoever the hell ya want." I sighed to catch my thoughts before I exploded. Trying to put my anger into rational words I added, "But I just don't know why you'd go off and make out with my best friend right after sleeping with me."

Dally's cold eyes somewhat softened. Was he sorry? Was Dallas Winston sorry for making out with my best friend after screwing me the night before? I didn't think so but it seemed he had something to say, "You can explain whatever ya want out here." I added sharply.

He didn't seem to mind because he shrugged a bit and went on into an explanation, "Look," Dally started, "I'm sorry. I really liked ya. Seriously. I liked how young and innocent you were last night…and just the feeling. Ya made me feel good. But Brooke, she came 'round me and started talkin' all sweet so I talked back, seein' no harm in it…. but then she flat out kissed me. At first, I gave in a little. But then, I remembered you and how sweet ya were and how much I liked ya. So I told her to quit." Dally took a sigh, "And then when she left Soda came in and said that some girl was lookin' for me. He said that he told her that I was inside and that she saw me kissin' Brooke and ran off cryin'. After hearing 'bout it I figured it was you 'cause you're the only girl who would really run off crying 'bout me."

I wasn't pleased with his response. He still gave into the kiss, with who was my best friend. That was wrong. So what I made him feel special last night. Would I still make him feel special after the next time we did it, if we ever did it again?

Looking back at Dallas's face I think he could see that I was not buying his story. I mean this is DALLAS WINSTON. I know I didn't know that much about him but from what I had heard about him at school I knew he liked to screw girls and leave 'em.

"Sylvia," Dally started, "look I'm sure you've heard a lot of awful crap 'bout me. And a lot of that crap is true…but I want you to know that I think I'm really fallin' for ya. Really and truly. I mean even 'fore Brooke kissed me I was gonna ask ya want I'm 'bout to ask ya," Dally reached into his pocket and fished out some ring," Will ya be my girlfriend."

Sweat trickled down my spine. Was he serious? Was Dallas Winston really saying that he liked me? After one night of being with him? How was that possible…but having Dally as my boyfriend would really shove it in Brooke's face and my rep would go up a bit. So out of pure evil and selfishness I replied, "Yes, I guess I'll be your girlfriend." A conceited grin filled up his thin lips as he leaned in for a quick kiss.

"I guess I'll talk to ya later then," Dally said as he was walking back down the street. And then a thought crossed my mind: how did he find me? I mean how did he know where I lived?

"Dally!" I cried after him. He instantly turned back.

"Yea?" he asked.

"How did ya find me?" I asked.

"Looked ya up in the phone book," he replied with a grin as he walked off. Man I really should have thought before I asked that. I mean it was a little obvious. When you want to find someone, ya look up their name in the phone book… duh!

Slamming the door I walked back into my room. It was weird: just five minutes before I was plain old Sylvia Peters. But five minutes later I was Sylvia Peters, Dallas Winston's girl. Maybe that was a good thing. I was nearly fifteen and a really late bloomer for most bad girls. Dating Dallas Winston would really boost my rep.

Sitting on my bed I examined the small ring. It had the engraving of some college up North and the year 1922 engraved on the bottom. That really got me thinking: where did the ring come from?

Laying back I twirled with the ring, trying to come up with ideas for where it had come from. Maybe it was Dally's father. That'd be cool. I mean I barely knew my father, since he died when I was six, but maybe Dally was close to his father…

There was chapter three. I know, after she caught him kissing her best friend you wouldn't really think of her going off and becoming his girlfriend but when you're trying to become popular and cool you'll do anything (right?). And this is SYLVIA. If you've read the Outsiders, you know that she's pretty crazy. Well I'm going to take you through her days…and her pregnancy. Well I hope y'all enjoyed. Please R&R!

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