The Outsiders Imagines

Dallas

A/N: still writing on my phone 😌 hopefully I'll get my laptop back soon.
This imagine is dedicated to immortaltrashh for giving me the idea and just for being a good pal.
Also someone is gonna say it so I'll say it first this imagine mentions beer pong and in the 60s it was only really being played at fraternity's but just imagine it was more wide spread or it's a modern imagine.

"Dally do we have to go?" I whined annoyingly to my boyfriend of two months.

"Yes because I want to, and because I want to show you off." Dallas smirked adjusting his jacket. "Gotta rub it in those other greasers faces that I've got you and they don't."

I sighed dramatically, refusing to admit out loud that Dallas' possessiveness turned me on.

"Look," Dally turned my face to his, "we won't stay long if it's that boring. Only an hour or two."

"Alright." I gave in, learning forwards to kiss him.

An hour into the party I'd lost Dallas and I was bored shitless. I'd managed to lose Dallas within the first twenty minutes and I'd been sitting in the same spot waiting for him to return. My drink was warm and I didn't know anyone so I was clearly having the time of my life.

"Hey you!" A blonde haired boy seemingly appeared out of nowhere as he yelled at me, that might've been because I'd completely zoned out at that point.

"Me?" I asked lazily, readying myself to deny any of his advances.

"Man back off, that's Dallas Winston's girl." A brunette standing behind the blonde warned.

"Does it matter? I was only gonna ask if she'd be my beer pong partner."

"Why would you want me?" I inquired furrowing my brow.

"Because no one else wants to be my partner." He explained lifting his cup to his lips and taking a sip.

"Sure." I shrugged getting to my feet, the only other option was sitting there and doing nothing for another hour.

"What are we drinking?" I questioned as the blonde began filling our cups with liquid from a dark bottle with no label.

"No idea, stole it from the kitchen." He shrugged closing the bottle and picking up a ping-pong ball.

"Sounds good to me."

Half an hour had passed and my shots were getting progressively worse. I had downed four out of ten cups filled with the unnamed alcohol.

"You're shit at this game!" The blonde slurred from beside me. 

"You're the one that wanted me to play asshole." I replied stumbling into the boy, I still didn't know his name.

"(Y/n)." I knew that voice anywhere, that cold and dangerous voice sobered me up almost immediately.

"Dally," I responded, frustration evident in my tone, "where were you?"

"I was talking to Buck but apparently I should've been paying closer attention to you." He spoke sharply, staring down the three greasers I'd been playing with. It took them mere seconds to pack up their drinks and disappear from sight.

"What's the matter Dal?" I asked, still tipsy as he grabbed me by the wrist and hauled me outside.

"What's the matter is I leave you alone for ten minutes and you start flirting with a random guy!" Dally yells his eyes alight with fury.

"Dallas I was sitting there for well over an hour waiting for you!" I shouted back the world still slowly spinning.

"So you start flirting with another guy just to make me jealous?" He asks letting go of my wrist.

"If I'd known you were going to get jealous I would've done it when I knew you were watching." I grinned crossing my arms, thinking I'd won. Dallas pushed me back against the house and pinned my arms above my head so quickly I barley comprehended what he'd done for a few moments.

"You don't want to make me jealous baby," Dally spoke darkly, his warm breath hitting my neck, "you'll regret it."

"You know you're pretty hot when you're mad." I teased the taller boy.

"Oh you asked for it babe." He winked pulling me back into the party and into an empty bedroom.