<Skyler's POV>

As a thank you for making me Chris's made of honor I am buying her a dress. I don't have a lot of money, but whatever I have is going towards Chris's happiness. Dally is pitching in a bit to, along with Darry. Chris and Soda told everyone about the wedding last night. Now it's the day before the wedding which leads us little room for prep, but we don't need time.

Invited is, the gang, me, Buck, Tim, and Curly Shepard. It's small and it'll be held behind the Curtis house, so while Dally, Chris, and me are shopping for clothes, Darry is cooking and baking, and everyone else is cleaning up the backyard. Dally insisted he come shopping with us so Chris wouldn't buy any dress that was to inappropriate.

We rush out of the Curtis house and hop in Darry's truck. Within five minutes, we have arrived at a cheap used bridal gown store. When we open the door I except to smell mold, but instead smell fresh flowers.

As Chris and Dally go with their own attendant to find dresses another guy helps me find my own nice dress. My assistant smells of roses and looks like he's gotten some plastic surgery. The way his skin is pulled back and his nose looks oddly shaped. He is very pushy and since I'm stubborn, we don't get along very well.

"But this one is gorgeous!" He insists. I sigh.

"I really don't like it! Don't you have like black?" I plead. He rolls his eyes in disgust. "Look the only way I am going to wear a goddy dress is if it is black so chop chop!" I demand. The man finally concedes and runs into the back of the store to find something black. When he returns in his hands is a silky black maxi dress with a plunging neckline that is even too extravagant for my taste.

"Don't object, this is the only black dress in our store," he informs me. We go to the changing room and I slip into the dress with ease. I was right. The neckline is really low. Dally is going to be pissed, but this is what I'm wearing so he'll have to suck it up.

I walk out to the showing platform next to Chris who is wearing a simple white dress that really complements her age and style. Before I can even admire how gorgeous she looks Dallas widens his eyes at me and walks up to me.

"What. The. Hell. Is. That?" He asks while crossing his arms angrily.

"The only black dress here, do you like it?" I ask smirking.

"That's the problem, if I Like it so will other guys like Two-Bit!" Dally shouts. In a panic Dally starts to suggest different dresses, while my assistant calls over some more people to help him do my hair to make Dally feel better. Then Chris joins the crowd around me trying to pull the dress around to make it less revealing. All the people crowding me and chattering remind me off when I was in the city while I was running away.

It was a cold night and a few guys had jumped me. They tugged at my hair and messed around with my clothes. I barely made it out of there without being raped. All the sudden, I forget that these people are harmless and they become my enemy. They are no longer my friend, lover, and dress assistants. I start to shake and breathe heavily, but no one notices. With a clouded mind I thrust my fist at the first face I find.

Everyone stops crowding me and gasps. My mind comes back to reality and I see Dally on the floor with a bloody nose.

"What the hell Skyler?" Dallas yells. I begin to shake more, so I throw the money for the dress on the floor and then run out of the bridal salon with the dress still on. Chris calls out for me from inside the store, but I ignore her and keep running. I don't know why, but it's like the sudden blast from my past has made me incapable of processing things the same way. Tired and breathing heavily, I stop at an alley and slide down to the ground. Tears start to flow down my face in a river that will end as soon as this nightmare called life does.

I don't know how long I stay frozen there, but by the time my mind resets its late into the night and the only sound comes from drunk teens and roaring motors. Standing up from the cold ground, I try to decide where to go. My feet start to carry me towards the direction of Dally's house. Before I can get far a car pulls up beside me. Three Socs stumble out of the car along with the blinding scent of alcohol. A sudden anger fills my veins. These socs need to be killed. They need to suffer.

"Hey there gorgeous, nice dress," he says. I just keep staring at him with angry eyes. "How bout we find out what's under that nice dress," he says smirking and moving closer to me. He grabs underneath my dress and right as he grips tight I grab his wrist with all the force I can muster and twist his arm and pull. With a satisfying pop and snap his arm hangs loosely. He falls to the ground with a pathetic whimper. The other two guys approach me and attempt to attack. I punch one guy in the temple and kick the other in the groin as hard as I can right after he managed to punch my stomach. With all the Socs in pain, I walk away with the sway of my hips. Then I realize how much my gut hurts after the punch.

I'm still holding my stomach as I near Dally's home. The anger that electrified my veins fades away and leaves me tired and upset. I quietly open the door and creep stealthily past Chris's room into Dally's. He is fast asleep surrounded by the sound of his own quiet snores. The first thing I notice is the small bruise on his nose from where I punched him. I slip off the fancy dress then steal a shirt from Dally's dresser.

Now in comfy clothing, I climb into the bed and press my back against Dally's chest. His breathing quickens, telling me he's awake. "I'm sorry," I whisper. I hear his soft chuckle, but then it stops.

"You smell like beer, were you drinking?" Dally asks. He must be smelling the socs.

"Uh no, I ran into a few guys," I mutter nervously.

"Bad guys?"

"Maybe..." I say. Dally sighs.

"Socs?"

"Ya," I admit.

"Did they, uh you know," Dally rambles nervously.

"Did they touch me?" I fill in for him.

"Ya, like in a sexual way?" He asks starting to get angry.

"Um ya," I answer quietly.

"I swear to god I'm going to kill those sons of bit-" Dally starts. I flip myself around and kiss him before he can finish.

"It's okay Dallas, I'm fine, I took care of it," I inform him. Dallas visibly relaxes. "Dallas? Are you afraid of going soft?" I ask randomly.

"I guess I'm just afraid of being someone else besides who I am now, why?" He asks, completely oblivious.

"I just didn't want you to be upset because your a little bit soft for me,"
I explain. He smirks.

"It's okay Skyler Elizabeth," Dallas replies. Dally flips onto his back so I can lay on his chest. After a while of tracing patterns on his skin something hits my thigh and I smirk.

"Put it away Winston," I say. Dally's face turns bright red.

"Um, I can't exactly control that," Dally mutters.

"Well, I'm not doing it so, tuck it back in your boxers buddy," I say.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Really?"

"Yes," I insist.

"Please?" Dallas pleads.

"No Dallas, my vagina is going to fall apart if we don't cool it with the sex!" I demand. Dallas rolls his eyes.

"Please Skyler Elizabeth?" He repeats.

"Dallas Winston I'm not hav-" I start. Before I can finish Dally starts to rub my thigh and my shoulder. "I'm not..." I start again then stop out of pleasure. "What was I saying?" I ask confused. Dally moves his hand up my thigh more and his other hand occupies itself with my abdomen. I want to refuse, but the pleasure is winning.

"How bout now?" Dally asks. I finally give in.

"Oh fuck it," I yell quietly. Within seconds we are both naked and breathing heavily. By the end of that night I realize that no matter how hard I try, I cannot resist Dallas Winston.

A/N Well no shit Skyler, no one can...

HA TWO CHAPTERS IN ONE DAY. FUCK EVERYTHING BECAUSE I ACTUALLY HAVE CHAPTERS WRITTEN UP TO CHAPTER 37 BUT I WANT TO MAKE YOU GUYS ALL WAIT FOR THOSE UPDATES SO HA AGAIN

Anywayssss, I know the photo has like nothing to do with this chapter, but it's just so cute I had to put it in there!
I haven't called you guys spoons in a few chapters so... I love you my spoons.

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