dally

“Hey.” te call to your bestfriend.

As soon as he hears your voice, he turns around, and stomps off in the other direction.

“What the hell?” te call after him, running to catch up. He was a lot bigger than you, his strides were longer, but te caught up to him.

“Hey.” te try again. No answer. He just stares ahead of him.

You step in front of him. “What the fuck is going on?” te ask, eyebrows raised.

He stops, kinda looking around, as if to find the words to say.

“Can te please move?” He finally decides.

“Please? You, Dallas Winston, just detto please. Obviously something is...

New Years Eve. The one night te had looked inoltrare, avanti to for the whole year. To spend it with Dally, your boyfriend, would be perfect. But of course, nothing is ever perfect. Dally walked out of the house during an argument this morning, and te hadn't heard from him since. te sit at home alone, assuming Dally was out getting drunk o something. The phone rings, and your best friend asks te to go out and party with her. te agree to go to try to get your mind off of Dally, hang up the phone, and go to get ready. She picks te up and te guys drive to one of the neighbourhood parties. Your friend...

“So… The whore decided to mostra up.” Sylvia snickered from behind you, over the noise of the party at Buck’s.

“And so did the bitch.” te thought to yourself, clenching your fist.

“Whaddya doing here, whore?” She says, taking a swig of her beer.

You turn to her, trying to remain calm. “I came here with my boyfriend.” te say cooly.

“You’re still forgetting he’s mine.”

“He dumped your sorry culo five months ago.” te snort.

“At least my culo is better looking than yours.” She huffs.

You stand up. “What was that.”

“My ass,” she smiles. “Is better looking than...