Misunderstood

Chapter 3

//I've been trying to make the chapters much longer so I hope you guys like! I'm very happy with the new plot because it feels less rushed and more natural - m

The first thing I did when I woke up was empty the contents of my stomach into some tall, damp grass. Everything hurt. My chest and stomach hurt the most. I fell asleep outside? Seriously? Wait, where's Pony?

Then all of a sudden I remembered. I remembered walking in on him with that girl. I remembered drinking way too much. And, most importantly, I remember getting into a fight with someone. I don't know with who or why, but I think I won.

-

Before I got too drunk, I remember seeing Pony come downstairs by himself as he put his jacket back on. I made it a point to avoid him. I don't know what he thought of my reaction but I couldn't face him. I hurried toward the back door, stumbling over shoes and bottles. I fell into some tall, dark haired man, causing him to spill some of his drink on me and himself. I composed myself the best I could and looked up at him, "Uh-" I stuttered, he looked pissed off, "S-Sorry." I turned around quickly to see Pony standing behind me.

"Dal-" He began.

I didn't let him finished because I turned back around and tried to push past the man but he just stood there, almost amused. I felt my face heat up from embarrassment. Why me?? Why now?!

The guy finally had enough and moved to the side, watching me as I fell right on my face.

-

I shook my head, trying not to think about the night before. I spit into the grass and wiped my mout before heading inside for something to rinse my mouth out with. I drank some cold water from the faucet, I already felt better. I wiped water from my mouth and leaned my elbows on the counter, holding my head in my hands. Everything fucking hurts.

I looked around to see some people passed out around the house. One of those people was Steve. His body was sprawled out, half on the floor and half on someone else. I laughed at him, shaking my head. Ow.

I decided to look around for Two-Bit and Ponyboy but couldn't find them anywhere. Which meant they either left before I got up or left last night before the party was over. Did I really get so drunk I forgot everything that happened last night?

I grabbed a pack of cigarettes off the couch and opened it; it must be my lucky day because it was basically a full pack. I tucked one behind my ear and rolled the box in my sleeve before leaving that godforsaken place.

I'm sure Steve will get home just fine.

-

I eventually got to Buck Merrill's place to find him outside with a cigarette hanging from his mouth and today's newspaper in hand.

"Hey, man," I began, walking up the stairs and onto his porch.

He nodded his head toward me, "Dallas."

"You think I can stay here tonight?" I asked, rubbing my palms on my dirty jeans.

He only moved his eyes to look at me, "Only if you shower first." He said with a chuckle.

"Don't gotta tell me twice, Merrill." I gave him a toothy smile as I made my way inside, going straight to my room to get some clean clothes.

After getting cleaned up and changed, I lied down in the bed to rest my eyes but ended up falling asleep.

-last night; 3rd person pov-

After Dallas fell on the floor, Ponyboy tried to help him up but he was a little tipsy himself. Ponyboy didn't eat much before the party so he didn't have to drink much to feel it. Now Dally, he couldn't get enough alcohol in his system. He was drinking anything he could find and he didn't care what it was.