Good Girls like Bad Boys

Chapter 6

I ran into my room, slammed the door behind me and bolted the lock. I collapsed on my bed and started to bawl. How could Dally do that to me? I mean, I know it's his reputation and everything but right in front of me.

I heard a knock at my door. "Go away!" I yelled.

"Asha, it's me Marci." I didn't want to talk to anyone at the moment. I love Marci, I mean she's my sister. But she won't understand, she doesn't have feelings. I remember this one time her boyfriend broke up with her. They'd been together two years and she didn't show any emotion.

"Go away!" I yelled again.

"It's my room too, baby sister." What she said next is what surprised me. "Anyway, that Dallas Winston kid is here." I shot up, still crying.

"What does he want?!" I yelled in anger, why was he here?

"Just to talk. It didn't mean anything earlier. I promise." I heard Dally's hard yet gentle voice say. "You know I never promise."

I unbolted the door and poked my head around. I looked at Dally, he did look sad but he also looked like he didn't know what he'd done wrong. Like Lennie in 'Of Mice and Men' - sorry the geek in me is coming out there. "What's wrong baby girl? Why you been crying?" Marci asked me whilst pulling me into a hug.

"Tell you later." I muffled through her top, if you can call a strap of cloth a top. She nodded as I pulled away. I motioned Dally to follow me into the room.

"Why did you do that?" I said as I shut the door and bolted it again.

"Do what?" He asked innocently.

"Oh come on Dally!" I exclaimed, hitting him. "You kissed Iona back! I was there! Didn't you see me?"

"So this is what all that was about?! Me kissing back?!" He screamed and sat down on Marci's bed.

"Yes! That's what this is about! You expect me to go on a date, yes a date as I recall you saying, with you and your ex, ex! Comes up to you and kisses you. I expect you to push her off but no, you kiss her back!"

"What do you expect me to do?" He started, his voice calm. "Not kiss back a good kiss?"

"Oh. My. God! You're not making this any easier!" I yelled. I couldn't believe he just said that.

"God you're sexy when you're angry." He mumbled.

"Hah, thanks. That really helps the situation!" I yelled. He smirked to himself. I walked over to the door, unbolted it and yelled, "Get out!"

"Fine. But one thing before I do." He got up and walked over to me, he clasped his arms around my face and pulled me in for a kiss. I pushed away and slapped Dally on the face.

"Get out!" I yelled and Dally 'whimpered' by the door. "I mean it!" I pushed Dally out the door and bolted it shut. I probably wouldn't open it for Marci.

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After an hour or two I was woken by the telephone ringing in the hall. I must have cried myself to sleep. I got up, unbolted the door and answered the phone, "Hello. Asha?" It was Dally.

"Yeah. No, bye Dallas." I hung up. I can't be dealing with him. He's too much. I need to focus on other people. It's just he's perfect and he really is. He can be so nice when he wants to be. I don't see why he changes around other people.

I walked back into my room and didn't bolt the door this time. The phone was ringing again but I left it, I figured I was in the house home alone as no one else answered. I started crying. Why was he so desperate. It's not like I'm anything special. I mean, he could get any girl he wanted yet he wants to apologise to me. When he could be out sleeping with pretty much any other greaser.

After half an hour of just plain thinking I heard someone throwing rocks at my window. Thinking was Dally I stuck my head out and shouted, "Go away!"

"Alright kid. Sorry." It was Two. Not Dally.

"Sorry, Two! I thought you were Dally. Climb up."

He smiled and started to climb up the pipe. He'd done it a million times. My parents hated him, thought he was a bad influence. But he was my best friend, like a brother I'd never had. He could always cheer me up, he was so witty. They'd never stop me from seeing him.