𝟖. 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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"Where were ya?" A voice asks as I walk into the house. I let out a gasp and look over and see Dallas sitting in the couch smoking a cigarette.

"None of your business" I huff walking to the kitchen to grab a beer.

"Were ya on a date?" Dallas asks standing up from the couch following me into the kitchen. I just roll my eyes

I open the friends and each for a beer. But Dallas stops me from grabbing it. "Dallas" I warn "Oh come on sweetheart tell me"

I roll my eyes "Move your hand or I have no other choice but to chop it off" I threaten with a smirk

Dallas chuckles before moving his hand "Why are ya always so feisty?" He mumbles "Because you piss me off" I say finally grabbing the beer

"Oh sweetheart you piss me off" he leans against the stove. "Why are you even bothering me right now" I sigh

"Because I love pissing you off sweetheart" He smirks I just roll my eyes. "So tell me were you on a date?" He asks once a again

"Oh my god" I mumble under my breath. Ignoring his question. "Oh don't ya ignore me" he pouts "Oh quit whining and shut your trap"

"Tell me or I'm gonna tell Darry, about your back tattoo, and about the bar" he threatens. He's a total mood killer "Fuck you" I argue

"Okay, suit your self" he shrugs walking away. "Okay fine I was but I'm not tell you who" I roll my eyes annoyed.

"Fine, I knew you looked slutty for a reason" he sits on the couch. I roll my eyes. "Just because I have boobs doesn't make me slutty" I argue.

"Why have you been wearing my revealing clothing" he questions "Because I can" I take a seat next to him. "Fine, but I'm just tellin' ya it makes you look slutty" he shrugs

"I don't care, I'll wear whatever I want watch me I'll just wear my bra next" I wink "I know you wanna see me in one" I smile

"As if. I think I'm rather gauge my eyes out" he pretends to gag. I just giggle. I think this is probably the longest we've gone having a somewhat of a normal conversation.

"Im not joking" his New York accent pokes through. "Good, I don't want you to want to see me in a bra" I look at him. His eyes are focused on the ground.

"Bluh bluh"

















Chapter 8 next chapter gets crazy

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