Title Outsider Jess
Chapter Title- You Knew Dallas Winston?
Disclaimer- I don't own The Outsiders
I went to school the next day with the switchblade in my sweater pocket. I saw Mike and his nameless friend.
"Hey, that's the girl who owns the car you stole."
"That was my car, she stole it from me, you're an ass," Mike said. I walked over to them. My fingers wrapped around the switchblade.
"Give me my car," I told him. I really don't understand what the big deal was. It was just a car, but that voice in my head was telling me to get it back.
"Give me my car, and nothing will happen," I said calmly pulling out the switchblade. I put the point near his temple. 'What the hell am I doing?' I thought. He reached into his pocket and grabbed the keys and handed them to me with a trembling hand. I lightly scratched the side of his face and watched as he cringed in fear.
I took the keys and went to my car. Who needed school anyway? I headed over to DX to grab a soda. I walked in.
"Hey Soda," I said to him.
"You really oughtta stay in school," he told me.
"Who needs school?" If Danielle were here, she'd be distracting him while I grabbed two sodas. But, Danielle was back in New York. I sat there talking to Soda the whole day, not about much.
"You say you spent sometime in the city when you were younger?"
"Sure did, Danielle and I hopped trains or hitched rides to the city. We had friend there, shoot, I forget his name. We never called him by his first name, just his last. He was tuff, had a police record by the age of ten." I noticed his eyes got big. "What?"
"You were friends with Dallas Winston?"
"That's his name! Yeah, me and Dan met him the first day we went over there." Then I remembered Steve saying, "what ever you do, don't mention Johnny or Dally." "Was he Dally? Winston died?" Soda nodded. I fell over in the chair I was sitting in, since I was leaning on the back legs.
"You okay?" He asked and grinned. Damn, that was one contagious grin. I grinned back. I got up off the floor and dusted off my pants.
"I'd be better if you bought me a coke," I said pointing to them. He grinned again.
"Nope." Soon Steve came in.
"Hey, how'd you get here already? How'd you get the car back?"
"I have my ways," I answered and fingered the switchblade in my pocket.
"She better," Soda said, "She knew Dally."
"You knew Dallas Winston?"
