137,147 w Dally Winston?❤
“You’re an asshole.” and “I can take care of myself just fine.”
You wrapped your arms around your waist, protecting yourself from the cool wind. You kicked at stray rocks as you made your way to Darry’s house. You hoped the boys weren’t too beat up, or could at least handle themselves until you showed up.
There had been a rumble that night, and most of the time you stayed at the Curtis house when there was a rumble, to make sure they were alright when they arrived home, but that night you had picked up an extra shift at work. Darry had reassured you they would be fine, but you wanted to drop by after work to make sure everyone was alright.
You reached the gate of the home and pulled up the latch. You could hear the boys inside hollering about how they kicked ass. You smiled and felt relief wash over you. It felt good to know they didn’t seem too beat up. But you knew that after being in a fight they had to have had some scrapes and bruises.
You knocked on the door before opening it, and let yourself in, “sorry I’m a little late..”
“Ya missed the best night ever!” Steve wrapped his arm around your shoulder, and chugged his beer, “you shoulda seen us kickin’ their asses!”
You smiled at Steve, “I can imagine it now,” your eyes moved from him and towards the others, “where’s Dally?”
“Bathroom, cleanin’ up,” Two-bit nodded his head in the direction, “he don’t seem too happy though. He looked real mad beating up on those socs tonight.”
You were positive that they had all probably looked mad. They had just been in a big fight, and if you didn’t look at least a little tough you would be an easy target. The way Two-bit had said that though, you were sure Dally had been more cold than usual.
You walked towards the bathroom and gently pushed open the cracked door. Dally stood at the sink, looking at his busted lip and bruising eye. His eyes cut towards you and you felt your entire body tense. He had never given you such a nasty stare.
“You alright?” You asked from the doorway, trying to assess the situation before moving closer to Dally. “I wanted to check on you before I-”
“Yea,” Dally cut you off, “just fine.”
You were used to Dally being short with you, that’s how he spoke to most people. You weren’t used to him sounding so hateful. Not towards you anyway. Even though Dally had a tendency to get mad and yell, and had more outbursts than you could even remember, he had never spoken to you in that tone.
You instantly felt defensive, your arms crossing over your chest and your eyes narrowing. You still wanted to help him though, he looked more beat up than usual, “I think I need to look at your eye, it don’t look too good.”
“I’ll be alright,” he snapped back, not even caring to look at you.
You sighed and turned your head back towards the living room, Steve, Johnny, and Pony looking at you with wide eyes. They turned their heads away immediately, and you looked back to Dally. You bit the inside of your cheek, watching Dally act as if you weren’t even there.
“Dally,” you exhaled, hoping he would at least let you help him, “just let me help you. You’re hurt.”
“I can take care of myself just fine.” Dally grabbed the sink, his knuckles turning white.
You stood in the doorway of the bathroom for a moment, watching him closely. He turned his head away from you, his grip on the sink only tightening. Your confusion quickly turned to anger as you glared at Dally. Your arms fell to your sides and you took a step back, grabbing the doorknob.
Those seemed to be the only words you could force out as you slammed the bathroom door and made your way to the living room. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you as you stormed out of the house. You weren’t completely sure what Dally had wanted, but if it was to get you out of his life, he had succeeded.