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I lingered behind as Dallas rambled about who knows what. He always had me tag along in things despite me not really caring, or atleast acting like I didn't. We we're walking down the street which was pretty dull at the moment. Just grassy fields to our left. He offered me a cigarette but I just shook my head and huffed.
"You're such a wuss man"
"Oh fuck off, you know I can't smoke"
"Whatt? Will your mommy find out?"
I narrowed my eyes and glared at him but he only snickered and did a little spin.
"So what are the plans tonight Dally?"
"Oh you knoww, we're gonna go pick up some chicks"
"Ugh, really? Why do you always want me to go with you for these things"
"I just feel bad that's all"
"Feel bad for what?"
"That you never get girls, that's what"
He was starting to piss me off. I pushed my hair back out of my face and spit at his shoes
"I'm just trying to help" he grinned back at me
"Whole lotta help you are! I don't even want to pick up girls! What's got you thinking I do?"
"Quit being such a fag man!"
I furrowed my brows and felt myself frown hard, I started heating up and just stood there, staring at him.
"Quit being such a fag," I echoed "huh."
I figured he realised that struck a chord in me cause he gave a mirthless laugh and drew near.
"I was joking" he stammered "jokes, kidding, messing with you." He still had that stupid handsome grin on his face, I hated it, I hated him.
"You think you're so fucking funny huh Dallas?"
I walked right up to him, standing as tall as I could, I went completely poker-faced.
"Paul, quit being such a baby, did I really hurt your feelings that much?"
"Shut the hell up man, just fucking shut it, you know what, I'm real fucking tired of you, your shit. I basically do everything with you, and/or for you. I put so much time into our goddamn friendship or whatever fucking parasitic relationship you'd consider this. You are so self centered and it's killin me man! Everything is always about you but what about me? Maybe I am a goddamn fag but who cares? You're more worthy of going to hell than I am, you...you... You goddamned asshole"
I hissed out my last word, Dallas stared at me with pure shock for a moment, then he started getting angry. The same fiery look in his eyes when a girl would reject him.
"Glory Dallas! You never think about me! I'm your friend aren't I? Why don't you treat me the way you do Pony or Johnny, you can be nice but nooo- get over yourself man! I've always been here for you but you never bat an eye at me, it's always the gang, or some girls, or Buck merril. For fucks sake! This is so one-sided and you're so selfish! But what am I supposed to expect. You're Dallas goddamn Winston. I care about you more than anyone. I really do but obviously we have NOTHING"
I don't know why I kept talking, I really should have stopped because Dallas was a raging flame of anger now. He swung and got me right in the face, sending me staggering backwards. I yelped and put my hand up to my nose. "Fuck!"
I glanced up and without a second though ran at him, flinging myself at his legs in an attempt to drop him. He toppled over and I assumed I had the high ground. He quickly grabbed onto my shirt and shoved me off of him to the ground and got on top, going for my face again. This was the first real fight him and I ever had. I was grabbing arms but he got me a few times. My ears were ringing. I snapped my knee up into his stomach and pushed him up enough to where I got a good swing, him and I both had bloody noses now.
"So are you a fag or not?!" He shouted
"How is that relevant!?" I shot back, forcing my whole body weight on him. Dallas was a lot stronger than me, but I was heavier. He punched me in the gut and I sort of faltered and fell back. He tossed me back onto the floor and punched me so hard I thought I'd faint. He got up and I thought he was done, I tried real hard to sit up. Then I felt a sharp pain to my chest, I yelled in pain. He was kicking me over and over
"Dallas! Fuck...fuck!"
He dropped down to a squat and scowled at me "to hell with you!" I reached up with my remaining strength and grabbed onto his face, digging my nails into him as hard as I could. He inhaled sharply and yanked my hand off, but my nails dragged along his skin as he did so. He sneered , his face reddened, Blood slowly started filling up the scratches . He wiped his face with his hand and shook his head at me.
"You suck man"
"I think you broke my ribs"
"I sure hope so"
"My mom's gonna kill me"
"Hmn"
The streets were nearly empty so no one really caught that spectacle. It was getting dark, chilly too. We were in the grass, which sort of cushioned our fight. I'd be concussed if we we're on the street.
"Let's go to the Curtis' place" he whispered
"Ok" I sat up real slow, trying to get situated. The blood on my face was dried out now.
Dallas and I trekked back to the Curtis' house. As the sun set all I could think of was laying out in the lot with Dallas. Even after he sort of gave me hell.
"I am gay, if that's so important to you."
He gave me a half-smile, gawking at me "good to know."
I never though Dallas, of all people, would be the first person I've ever told.
When we walked into the house, Soda and Pony were on the couch. Pony opened his eyes real wide.
"Geez, did Socs get you or something?" Soda quipped.
"Nah, you see, this dirty greaser jumped me" I leaned into Dallas "he's a real nasty hood"
Dallas' eyes sparkled and he looked ao proud of himself
"We were hoping you could help us, mostly me, Dallas probably fractured my ribs, it hurts real bad"
Soda rolled his eyes and nodded "alright- get over here you two"
Dallas dragged his fingers against my side and lowered his voice.
"We can talk alone some time soon"
I nodded, not really knowing what he meant, but I felt like maybe things would get better.