eleven

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once we arrive, we all slide under a hole in the fence so that we can get in for free.

once i go under, i stand and dust myself off.

i hear dallas chuckle behind me. "'missed a spot" he says pointing down at my ass.

"hey, hey, watch it, winston" i say as i glare at him, wiping myself off. he just laughs and walks off with the rest of the boys.

they find seats, and we all sit near eachother. i sit next to dallas, and sodapop on my other side.

we watch the movie for a bit. dallas wouldn't stop cracking jokes, still being quite drunk.

i began to get tired, and sobering up. "i'm gonna get some popcorn" i say as i stand up.

as i try to get out of the way, dallas sticks his leg out and trips me.

i fall, stopping myself with my hands. he chuckles, the rest of the boys laugh hysterically. i stand up and wipe myself off once again, glaring at dallas.

he stops laughing while everyone else continues "ouch," he says. i roll my eyes and walk off.

finally, i get inside where they sell popcorn, drinks, candy, etc. i get in line and look at the boards above that have the prices listed.

suddenly, a hand snakes around my waist. startled, i back out.

"sorry, doll" dallas says with a wink. "didn't mean to scare ya."

i look up at him, the poor lighting shadowing his face, his dark brown eyes still very visible.

he looks me up and down "my bad" he says scratching his neck.

i furrow my eyebrows confused, and then he pulls at my shirt, a new hole from when he made me fall.

"god damnit, dallas" i say, pulling my shirt out of his hand. i cross my arms and look back at the menu.

once it's our turn, i get popcorns for all of us, and dallas gets everyone a coke.

we carry everything out together. i don't say anything though because i'm trying my best to stay mad at him.

once we handed out everything, we sit down again. my leg shakes up and down as i anxiously wait for the movie to end. the movie is quite boring.

i jump slightly as a cold hand sets on my knee. i look over to dallas.

"chill out" he whispers as he looks at me, removing his hand slowly.

he then looks away and slouches in his seat.

i find myself still staring at him. i look away quickly and then down at my knee where his hand had been. it's like i can still feel it there.

i take a deep breath and wait for the movie to end while i eat my popcorn.

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the movie finally ended, its quite late. we followed in the crowds as we all left.

we all head back home, once again, i'm behind the boys, but this time, dallas is with me.

it was a bit awkward, i continued to give him the silent treatment, so we just walked side by side without saying anything.

"how long do you think you can go for?" he asks as he blows out smoke from a weed.

i don't answer.

he huffs. "guess we can't do what i was hopin'"

i look up at him and cock an eyebrow. he just looks down at me and laughs, turning away with a smile.

i roll my eyes "fine."

he smiles widely and then takes my arm, pulling us off to the side.

"ive got an idea, but you can't chicken out, you hear me?" he says as we hide away so that the boys won't see us.

this worries me, what's so bad that i would chicken out of?

"what is it, dallas" i ask hesitantly.

he stares into my eyes then leans down to my ear, our faces centimeters apart.

"you know i would never do anything to hurt you, right?" he whispers.

my breathing becomes paced. he leans back. i nod my head slowly.

"alright, follow me" he says taking my hand and pulling us the opposite way we were going.

as we walk he tells me not to question him, and that i need to trust him and do as he says.

we cross over to the south side.

"why are we here dallas?" i ask quietly.

"shut it" he replies.

we walk for a bit more, he leads me into a neighborhood. we walk quietly pass the houses.

i stare in awe at all of them. huge houses, nice cars, every single one. it's crazy.

he stops at a house with a blue mustang. i look up at him, and watch as a smirk grows on his face.

he then looks down at me and cocks his eyebrows. he then reaches into his pocket, pulling out his blade.

i follow behind him as we walk up the the car. my eyes widen as i realize who's place this is.

dallas hands me his blade.

"absolutely not" i whisper shout.

he bites his lip angrily, then takes the blade back and carves something into the car himself.

a penis.

of course. typical dallas.

he hands it to me again, motioning for me to add something.

i take it, and think for a moment.

i put a AD to symbolize our names. Annalise and Dallas.

of course, he would think it's someone's initials.

i then go around the car and begin adding random scratches to fuck it up. socs' really love their cars. they're very important to them.

luckily, they have the money to fix it.

i hear a window begin creaking open from above.

my eyes widen and dallas snatched his blade back, grabbing my arm and we book it quickly.

"i'm gonna fucking kill you!" i hear a mumbled shout as we run.

dallas pulls me into an alley that's quite narrow. his chest against mine as we hide in the dark, breaths heavy.

i lean my head against the cold brick wall, trying to slow my heartbeat. we stay for a bit in silence.

a few minutes later, police cars pass; the sirens blaring.

dallas begins laughing. i look at him like he's crazy.

we shuffle out of the alleyway and sit on the pavement.

"god, don't you love that?" he asks sincerely.

"what? what would i love about that?" i ask.

"the feeling; the rush, curtis. doesn't it make you feel alive?"

"that is not my idea of living, winston" i say as i take a deep breath, my heartbeat finally slowing.

"you sure seemed to enjoy carving addersons car. wish i could've gotten a picture" he says as he rises, putting his hand out to help me up.

i roll my eyes and we begin walking home. once we get to my place, we say goodnight and split off.