I was sitting on a jungle gym at a park, thinking about nothing particular. It was me and myself, nobody to disturb the peace.
That is, until the footsteps came. They were fact paced and loud. A boy- a very attractive boy- went speeding past, his hair a flying frenzy.
I didn't have anything else to do, so I went running behind him.
Thank God I'm not wearing my flats today
When the boy noticed me running behind him, he got a little faster. So I got faster,too.
"Fuck off, Soc!" The boy yelled.
"What?!" I stopped.
Then the stranger stopped too, panting.
"I'm not- I'm not a Soc!" I exclaimed.
Then I heard more footsteps behind us. I turned around and three well dressed guys stood there, breathing hard.
"Hey-hey now, Greaser. We just wanna talk." A boy in a tucked in white shirt said.
Then the two others he was with nodded. "Yeah, c'mon."
The boy who thought I was a Soc pulled a heater out of his pocket and aimed it at the Socs (I guess they were Socs).
"Woah! Hey!" I said, alarmed. This was gonna turn in to a shootout soon!
"We don't need guns, guys-" I began, but then heater boy interrupted.
"Piss off, broad. This is man business."
Did he...to me? No, it had to have been someone else because I know he didn't just say that to me.
I took a tube of lipstick out of my pocket and removed the cap, where a sharp blade replaced the waxy lipstick.
"DROP IT RIGHT NOW, OR THIS GOES THROUGH AN EYE!"
Heater boy dropped the weapon, and the other three backed off. But they still looked ready for a fight.
"You three, go the other way. NOW! Or else I can just pick a target and throw." I yelled at the Socs.
"And YOU," I turned to heater boy. "YOU can apologize."
"Apologize? Ha, to who?"
"To me, you... Titwad!"
He started laughing and I felt my face go red.
Good one, Y/N.
"Who are you?" Heater boy asked.
"I could ask you the same."
I put the lipstick blade away.
The boy looked shocked.
"You don't know me?" He asked.
"Obviously not." I replied.
He put his weapon away, back in to his pocket.
"I have a police record a mile long and you don't know me?" He smiled, incredibly.
I shook my head. "Are you gonna tell me your name or what?"
"Dallas. Dallas Winston."
"Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N."
"You're a pretty tuff chick, Y/N."
"You're a bit of a jerk, Dallas."
"You're kinda cute, Y/N." He said back, cheekily.
"Kinda? I'm full on hot." I flipped my ponytail and began walking away.
But he is hot...
I heard footsteps approach and knew it was Dallas.
"Hey, Doll." He said, coming to my right.
"Hey, handsome." I shot back. Wait did I sound stupid?
"Nah, not at all."
Oh shoot, I said that out loud?
"Yeah, you kinda did."
"Ugh!" I groaned.
"So, did you mean it? Me, being handsome?"
"Maybe. Did you mean it, calling me a broad?"
Dallas's face flushed. "I didn't mean it."
"Mhm."
"I got pissed off, that's all."
"Hm."
"How's about I make it up to ya? You got any plans for tonight?"
Christ almighty hallelujah
"Can't say I do, Winston."
"How about I take you to the Nightly Double, eh?"
"You don't go for the bad girl type?" I grinned, looking at him.
"Usually I go for the easy ones."
I stopped walking.
"Easy?" I asked, arching an eyebrow.
"I said usually. Broads are easy."
"Broads? You know what" I continued walking without Dallas. "Have fun by yourself tonight. Maybe you can bring someone else."
"Hey, come on, I'm not saying you're like that." He said, catching up.
"Sure you weren't." I walked a little faster.
"Hey, you may not be a broad, or easy. But you're pretty badass."
"Me? Ha!" I almost laughed out loud. "I volunteer at soup kitchens, I spend my free time in a library, I hate smoking, cursing isn't my thing-"
"Hang with me, Y/N, and you might surprise yourself. Besides, what you did back there was pretty badass."
"I didn't want nobody getting hurt."
"You could've killed them, if you really wanted to man."
"I didn't."
"Come on, Y/N. Let me show you a good time tonight. Not sexually." He added that last part when he saw my questioning look.
"Mm... Fine. But if you try to pull anything tonight, I'm leaving."
"Ah, yes! Where do you live anyway?"
I gave him my address and phone number.
"Sweet. See ya tonight." He smiled, looking down at the paper.
We went in opposite directions, both of us grinning. Maybe Dallas isn't so -ew, stepped in someone's gum- isn't so bad.