The Mental

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*Abi's pov*
I snuck out my bedroom window and dash towards the Dingo. While running I see Dallas Winston leaning next to the door smoking.
"Hey Richard two beers!" Dally yells into the dingo as I walk up the stairs. Two beers are given to Dally and he hands on me to me.
"Hey Dal" I smirk while drinking the beer.

"Hey Curtis" he responds, taking another smoke. I grab one from his shirt pocket and he lights it.
"That's why it wasn't working" I giggle going to touch the end of it. Dally pushes my hand down.
"Don't burn yourself" He says and I roll my eyes.
"There's not need to baby me Winston" I smirk and smoke.
"Yeah Whatever. So how are the guys?" He asks and I laugh a little.
"There okay. How Hay" I smirk and Dallas's famous smirks slightly drops.
"I think she hates me" he drops. I shake my head.
"She doesn't hate you" I respond.

"She hates how I'm never home" Dally says smoking more.
"Then be at home? Doesn't she have friends?" I respond and Dally shakes his head.
"The gang is her only friends." He says back.
"Send her to camp. She'll get more friends. Hell she might get a boyfriend" I giggle and Dally smirks and shakes his head.
"She'll hate me even more then" Dally says and I roll my eyes.

"Okay no more hate. It's Friday night lets have fun" I challenge and Dally smirks.
"Is this a challenge Curtis?" He smiles.
"Depends what I get when I win" I return the smirk.

"How about booze, drugs and a date?" Dally smiles wider as my cheeks turn slightly pink.
"First one to chug 6 beers wins" I challenge as we run to the bar to get our drinks.