“Hey, Y/N, wait up!” You heard Two-Bit’s voice from behind you, his hand grasping your forearm gently. When you heard footsteps behind you, your heart rate picked up as your heart hammered away. You walked down the street, hoping to make the short distance to your car without any kinds of hassle from the troublesome kids that liked to prowl these parts of the neighbourhood. You walked out the door of Buck’s house and into the cool and crisp winter winds. “Okay.” You murmured, you didn’t dare to let any of your tears fall even though you knew there was going to be an avalanche of tears cascading down the mountains of your cheeks. “Just leave, Y/N, you don’t have to follow me around like a love sick puppy, I don’t want you here. You had expected Sodapop to lose it, instead he laughed once more before kissing her lips savagely, hunger dancing in the irises of his eyes.
“Listen sweetheart!” Said Naomi, a glare on her face as she sized you up. “He said beat it, so do us a favour and fuck off.” You just wanted to make sure he got home in once piece. “Please, Soda, come home with me.” You tried once more. He wasn’t acting like the Sodapop you knew. Two-Bit had brought him here, he shoved drinks in his face and Sodapop had obliged without a second though- you knew he was still in pain over Sandy, you knew he was still shaken over nearly losing his brother… he wanted to let off some steam, and no matter how many times you convinced him to go home, he wouldn’t. “Same thing.” He grinned, his lips connecting to her neck, he kissed it lazily, sloppily… “Naomi” She corrected with a small giggle. “To hell with Darry!” He chortled, taking a swig of beer. “If you wanna leave, then go, I don’t need you here to babysit me, I’m hear with Nancy-” “Soda, I think it’s time we go home.” You said in the sternest voice you could muster. “Darry will be worried about you-”
All notions of gentlemanly ways and chivalry were clear out of the window. He had a slutty girl clinging to his side, her well endowed chest was clear in his face… and he was gawking shamelessly at them with lush clear in his eyes. You stood in front of your best friend, disappointment clear in your eyes as you watched him make a fool of himself. With shaky fingers you opened it, and you saw the most beautiful diamond ring you had ever laid eyes on… and boy did you feel awful. He placed the box on the counter and he stalked off into the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him. He fished through his pockets and pulled out a small, blue jewelry box. “You wanted an explanation? Well here it is.” And then you watched as he stopped dead in his tracks. “Save it.” He muttered, walking away from you. You could feel his hitched breath on the top of your head as he towered over you. “Do you hear me, doll?” “I’m not your fucking punching bag” Dally roared, his hands grasped your hips tightly as he backed you into the wall. “Don’t you dare talk to me like that!” You shoved him as hard as you could and you watched as his back slammed into kitchen counter. “Would you stop being a goddamn fucking stubborn bitch for once in your goddamn life, huh? You’re acting like an asshole.” “Not until you tell me where you’ve been.” You snatched your hand from out of his hold. “I want to know.” “Then where the hell have you been?” You growled, your voice was raised and you knew you should probably have let him get to bed and stop this fight, but yo couldn’t.
He took your wrist in a vice like grip and you cringed because you hadn’t seen him look this angry in the two years you had been with him. “How fucking dare you!” In all honesty, Dally had never been this hurt in all 19 years of his life, not even when his dad beat him within half an inch of his life with a Louisville slugger. “Are you cheating on me?” You asked in a choked voice. “Are you getting bored of me, because if you are all you had to do was say something instead of going behind my back and-” And the last thing he wanted was to fight with you. “You’ve been getting home late almost every night for the past two months.”
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“You have nothing to say for yourself? Really Dallas?” He sighed, knowing full well he wasn’t going to get out of this without a fight. “Look, baby, I really don’t want to start a fight with you right now. “Calm down, Y/N, I was out.” He shrugged his shoulders carelessly, acting as though he didn’t give a shit. You weren’t the type to swear, in fact you cringed when the gang used those words in front of you. “Where the fuck have you been Dally?” You growled angrily.
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