Blood For Blood - Chapter 6 (Dally’s P.O.V)
*A/N: I really hope you all like this chapter! Feedback is greatly appreciated! I hope I captured Dally’s P.O.V well enough for you to want to keep reading. :) I think I should stick to writing in Spike’s view from now on. xo - Sophie*
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I crossed the street and walked to the Curtis house, walking inside like nothing happened. I looked around the house and I saw all the guys looking at me with grins too big for their faces, even Darry was grinning at me!
“Y’all have a starin’ problem or what? Jeez.” I mumbled, sitting down on the shabby couch inbetween Steve and Two-Bit.
“So, how’d it go?” Steve grinned, obviously trying so hard not to laugh. I just rolled my eyes. “What d’you mean?” I scoffed, knowing exactly what he meant; I really didn’t want to get into this conversation right now.
“You know exactly what he means!” Two-Bit laughed, jumping onto the couch. “He means how you lied to her.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I whispered, reaching for the button on the television to change the channel. I pressed the button, but it soon turned off. “What was that for?!”
“Dallas, stop lyin’.” Darry glared, flipping the pages of the weekly paper. “Y’know, how Steve dared you to go up to the first cute girl you see, no matter what situation she’s in, and flirt with her like crazy to make her want to ‘hook up’? Y’know, when five minutes after the bet was made, we saw Spike out there with her whole gang and the boys nearly getting beaten?! She was the girl you decided to fool! I mean, even though she turned you down instantly, it’s somehow still goin’ on.”
“You did what?!” Ponyboy and Johnny yelled, shooting up like rockets from their seats. “What even happened to Sylvia? Does she not exist anymore?!” Johnny nearly screamed while Pony glared.
“That’s the thing. I’m still with that broad. Anyway, what does it matter to you?” I shrugged, going up to get a beer from the fridge.
“It matters ‘cause Spike is already our friend! It matters ‘cause you’re already dating Sylvia! Oh, wait ‘til Spike and her gang find out ‘bout this! I knew you we’re kind of stupid, but I didn’t know you were that stupid! She’ll kill you faster than you can get a girl into bed!” Johnny laughed.
I just shook my head and chuckled, “I ain’t stupid. You know why? ‘Cause she ain’t goin’ to find out. Neither will Syl. And anyway, I got my whole gang behind me, right?” The gang didn’t respond. “Right?!” I yelled.
Soda raised his hands in defense. “You’re on your own on this one. She and her gang look real tuff, and if anythin’, it’s you and Steve who’s goin’ to die, not us. Steve ‘cause he’s an idiot, and you for doin’ what the idiot said.”
“No way, I can’t believe it; my own gang is turnin’ on me.” I gaped, running a hand through my hair. “Face it; it’ll be too easy. I can get any girl on their knees for me.”
“And what makes you think that she’s ‘any girl’?” Two-Bit cocked an eyebrow. I didn’t respond to that one, but I wasn’t going to admit that he had a point.
We all sat in silence, trying to figure out who would come up with the next argument. That was until Pony spoke up. “What was the bet? Like, what did you say to ‘er?” Ponyboy whispered.
“Speak up, kid.” I groaned. “What did you tell her outside?!” He raised his voice. I smirked, because he never raised his voice like that to me. He knew better.
“I told her that I can get her to fall in love with me; anythin’ can happen. Blood for blood.” I said, putting another cancer stick in my mouth. The gang just gaped at me, and Steve looked like he was solving a huge math problem.
And Steve finally figured it out. “Wait, that’s not what I told you to do! I never made it that big of a deal! I never even said that you can get her to fall in love with you! Why would you make it that intense?!” Steve said, standing up. “If I get killed, I swear, it’s all on you.”
I contemplated that for a while. “Fine, then it’ll all be on me like that new leather jacket you said you’d buy me if I won.” I smiled, showing all my teeth.
“All of this, for a leather jacket? Jesus.” Ponyboy scoffed. “You’d think that he’d use some common sense now and then.” Darry agreed. “Well, time to head on out. See you.” Two-Bit said, making his way to the door.
“I’ll be leavin’, too. Bye, you bunch of bozos.” Steve said, before grabbing a piece of cake for the walk home.
“Hey, Dal? You think I can stay at Buck’s for a night?” Johnny asked me, slipping his jean jacket on. “Don’t see why you can’t.” I shrugged. “Bye guys.”
Johnny and I started walking, and I took one last glance at Spike’s house. Johnny noticed and shook his head. “What?” I chuckled. “You really don’t know what you’re gettin’ into.” He sang. “Yeah, I kind of do.” I replied.
“No, you ‘kind of’ don’t.”
“I do.”
“Yeah, you really know? Then why don’t you tell me?” He asked, sitting on the edge of the sidewalk. “Uh, I – uh,” I couldn’t even finish my sentence since I was racking my brain for a reason.
“Exactly my point!” Johnny sighed. “Y’know, Dal, I respect you and all, but really? This has to be one of the stupidest things you’ve ever done. You and Steve literally created the mother of all messes!”
“But, hookin’ up and fallin’ in love is the same thing, right? I mean, it’s not like we’ll actually fall in love or anythin’. Just make out and move on. ” I said, trying to figure this all out.
Johnny just stared at me. “May God have mercy on your soul. Or, ‘may Spike have mercy on your soul’.”
I just shook my head and stalked off, Johnny rushing behind me. Now that I thought more and more about it, it scared me how much he was right.
Wait a minute, I’m Dallas Winston. I never get scared. I’m violent. I’m young. I’m tuff.
But little did I know that somebody overheard our little conversation.