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I had been walking for a while, and though I had passed a few people here and there, I didn't have the courage to ask them if they knew where Dally was. I was starting to doubt my grand idea and was contemplating turning around when someone said my name.
"Rachel!" When I didn't turn, they said it again.
I didn't respond, instead walking faster, not knowing who would know me except for the Curtis'. I didn't want to talk to them until they could tell me what I had done. I heard the person jogging towards me and I began to walk faster, but I didn't quite run because my grandmother had always said ladies don't run.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed my arm and swung me around like I weighed nothing. I looked up and saw it was Tim who had been calling me.
"Rachel what the hell are you doing out here alone?" Tim asked me, anger filling his voice. I shrunk back slightly but he kept his grip on my arm firm.
"I...wa…" I started, but I couldn't continue. This was such a horrible mess, and I didn't know what to do.
"Well speak, kid," Tim demanded, and though I felt like wallowing in self pity, I didn't think that Tim would want any of that.
"I'm looking for Dally," I told him quietly.
He looked over me, his eyes widening. "You two have a fight or…something. I know he was pretty mad yesterday, after you passed out, but I didn't think he was pissed at you," Tim said, scratching the back of his neck like Darry had done earlier.
I nodded, not sure what to say while I wasn't taking in the information that I had passed out, which explained why I didn't remember anything.
"Damn! Rachel, I'm sorry about yesterday, getting you and Dally fighting," Tim said awkwardly. I had a feeling he didn't give apologies often.
I nodded, not wanting to tell him he hadn't. It would be better for everyone if he thought what he thought.
"Let me take you to Buck's, old Dal should be there," Tim offered and I nodded, happy that he was going to take me to Dally. "Come on kid," he prompted, finally releasing my arm. I glanced down and saw that my arm was turning red like my wrist had. I hope it didn't bruise, too.
I followed, not sure what else to do. He led me to a run-down house with a brand new car sitting in the driveway and a bunch of guys gathered around it. I tensed and began to slow my steps. I saw Tim glance over his shoulder and knew that at that moment he noticed my slow steps, because he turned towards me.
"Don't be nervous Rachel, they ain't gonna do nothing to ya, your Dally's chick, plus you're with me." His tone said that that was all I needed, but I didn't see how. I just nodded and tried to put on a relieved look, although I think it came out more of a grimace.
"Tim! Where'd you take off to?" a boy around my age asked.
"He went to find that hot broad," another answered for him, and I could feel their eyes on me, so I kept my eyes focused on my shoes.
"You must be a real dumb shit-jack to be talking like that about Dally's girl," Tim challenged, his voice full of authority.
I could feel their shock.
"Sorry," the one called Jack mumbled.
"Come on Rachel," Tim prompted, fishing the keys out of his pocket and opening the passenger side door for me. I nodded and gently slid in to the leather seats. They felt nice.
I glanced out the window and saw Tim saying something to all the guys. I watched them all avoid looking at me and a small smile came to my face. They must really respect Dally to not look at me.
Tim walked around to the driver's door and got in. He started the car and began driving, and at his speed, I clutched the door. Tim must have noticed because he slowed his speed.
"Look Rachel, I don't know you, but I know your not Dally's type." I glanced up and then down towards my lap. Not Dally's type must mean I'm not pretty enough. I felt my face burn at embarrassment. "I don't mean nothing by it. There's nothing wrong with you…" Tim trailed off, and I could hear the struggle in his voice; I didn't think he was nice often.
"I don't know why Dally's been saying you two are together, but I'm not gonna make waves about it. But I want you to know that you need anything you come find me, kay?" Tim assured me.
I nodded, touched by the niceness of his offer.
"Just don't go around telling people I'm a nice guy. You took care of me yesterday, and I've never had someone do that in a while without expecting something. You're one of a kind" Tim said his voice gruff.
We pulled into a driveway packed with cars. I could hear the music the whole way out in Tim's car. Suddenly someone was flying out a window. Tim laughed at my shocked look.
"This is Buck's, sweetheart," he said like that would explain it all. I must have still had a confused expression on my face. "This place is where all the hoods hang out; if Dally's anywhere, he'll be here," he elaborated before getting out and walking to my side of the car and opening my door.
"Come on out and we'll go find Dally," Tim pressed, but I stayed rooted to my seat. I wasn't sure this was a good idea anymore. I wondered if Tim would take me back to the Curtis's. He must have seen the indecision on my face. "Do you want to find Dally or not?" Tim asked me.
I nodded and got out of the car. I followed behind him and almost bumped into him when he stopped suddenly and turned around.
"Stay behind me and don't make any eye contact," he ordered, watching me until I nodded yes. Then he began walking again. Once we entered, I knew I was way out of my league. The smoke was so thick that you could see it, and I had trouble breathing. I kept up with Tim as he walked towards the back room. When suddenly someone pinched my butt and I squeaked. Tim turned suddenly to see what had happened. He looked at me and then the guy who suddenly stood up and swayed.
"Hey babe, why don't you come try out a real man," the guy welcomed, his voice slurring as he spoke and then he began to walk forward. He smelled horrible, like alcohol, sweat, and smoke. It made me want to vomit.
"Buddy, you're gonna wanna step back now," Tim warned, his voice deadly calm. I swear the whole place stopped to listen and watch as Tim stepped in front of me.
"Oh yeah? Why would I do that?" the guy asked, slurring his words together.
"Because I said so." Tim spoke softly and I could hear everyone hold their breath.
"Yeah? What're you gonna do about it?" mystery guy challenged, poking Tim's chest.
"This," Tim said simply, and then he punched the guy in the face. I flinched, never having seen a fight before. The guy went down quickly and after a few moments of silence a cheer broke out for Tim and then everything was back to normal, like the fight had never happened.
Tim looked at me and frowned. My face felt pale and clammy, and it must have showed.
"Come on, kid," Tim said, leading me once again. I swore I heard him mutter, "Dally's gonna kill me." But he didn't elaborate, so I didn't question. This was all a little too much to handle right now, when I just wanted to find Dally.
I followed Tim to a door behind the bar. I thought it would normally only be for employees, but since no one seemed about to stop him, I followed, staying hidden behind Tim.
"Dally." I listened as Tim called out.
"What do you want Tim?" Dally growled, his voice tight with what must have been anger.
"I got someone here to see you," Tim told him.
"Yeah, well, I don't wanna see no one," Dally replied, his voice even tighter than before.
"Well it's your girl, but if you don't wanna talk to her, I'll take care of her," Tim murmured offhandedly, stepping back as if to leave. I didn't understand why he was saying those things—it was like he wanted Dally to get mad at him.
"My girl? My girl wouldn't go anywhere with the likes of you, Shepard," Dally snarled, and the way he said it, I felt like I was missing something.
"Yeah, sure she wouldn't Winston," Tim scoffed, moving aside to reveal me. Dally stood up suddenly and flew at Tim, fist connecting with face. I think I heard something crack as he just kept hitting Tim. I didn't know what to do, so I just stood, glancing around to see we weren't alone.
There was a group of guys with girls in their laps sitting around a table playing some sort of card game. No one was standing to break them up.
"Shepard, Winston, takes it outside," a voice ordered from behind me. I turned quickly and saw a guy holding a beer, dressed in jeans and a shirt with a large belt buckle.
When Tim and Dally kept on fighting, the boy moved between them and shoved them both hard.
"Damn Buck, we was just having some fun," Tim breathed with a bloody grin.
Dally said nothing. His eyes, however, fixed on me. I looked down, not wanting to meet those eyes. Tim moved towards me; I saw Dally tense and clench his fists.
"I'm gonna hang around for a little bit. If things don't go good with Dally, come find me and I'll take you back to the Curtis'," Time murmured, glancing once more towards Dally before walking out of the room, followed closely by Buck.
I didn't know what to say but I felt the need to say something. "Dally, I..." I started, but I was cut short by Dally himself, who growled, "shut it" before grabbing my hand and his beer from the table and pulling me along with him as he headed towards a stairwell.
Once we were both up the stairs he led me to a door at the end of the hallway. Pulling out a key and slamming the door open, he walked inside his hand still firmly in mine.
He closed the door, locking it, then he began to pace again. I could see the tenseness of his shoulders and his clenched jaw. Suddenly he stopped and swung his body towards mine, facing me dead on he asked, "Rachel what the hell is you doing here, dressed like that, with Shepard?"
I did the last thing I wanted to do—froze like a deer in headlights.