IT DIDN'T TAKE long for me to get home and when I did I took a long, hot shower. It made me feel a lot better, which I was happy about. Now I sat at my desk, staring down at the math homework in front of me.

The numbers and symbols started blending into one ink blob. I rub my tired eyes with my knuckle, hard enough for my eyes to ache. Frustration creeps into me and I let out a low curse before dropping my pencil and setting my elbows on the desk. I let my face fall in my palms and exhale slowly.

"Get it together, Angela," I grumble to myself. It was useless to just sit here and keep telling myself that I would finish the assignment, I knew I wouldn't. Not right now at least.

My eyes travel to the pack of cigarettes beside my elbow, my lighter laid on top of it. I tried not to smoke too much, but I needed a cigarette right now or my head might just pop off.

I grab my cigarettes and light and push away from my desk, getting to my feet. Since I was getting ready for bed, my clothing consisted of an old, worn-out T-shirt that looked more like a dress on me than a shirt and a pair of lace underwear. Since I was only going on the porch I decided against putting on pants.

My footsteps are light and quiet as I make my way through the dark house. I could hear the faint snore which I guessed was Johnny. He usually slept here since his folks were assholes.

I slipped out the front door to make as little noise as possible and onto the front porch. The cool wood of the porch sends goosebumps up to my arms as I lean against the old railing of the house. I light a cigarette and settle it between my lips, inhaling slowly and exhaling the same way.

I could feel the small buzz already creeping through my brain. A sigh of satisfaction leaves my mouth. "You're up late."

I jump at the voice quickly turning around. On the porch swing, I could see the outline of a man's build, and when I squinted I could tell that it was none other than Dallas Winston.

"Jesus fuck, Dallas." I sigh, taking another drag from the cigarette to calm my shaking hands. "What are you doing here?"

"Got nowhere else to sleep." He shrugs as he stands from the porch swing, staggering over to me. My eyebrows twisted in confusion as he staggered over. He trips and grabs the handrail for support a chuckle leaving him. That's when I realized he was drunk.

"You gotta cancer stick?" He questions. I pull a cigarette out from my pack and give it to him. He puts it between his lips grunting in thanks and leaning towards me so I could light it. I flick the lighter to life my eyes flicker to Dally's face. He had a forming black eye and a bruise on his cheekbone.

I light the cigarette and lay my light back on top of my pack of cigarettes. We both stay silent as we smoke. I break the silence by asking "What happened to your face?"

Dally chuckles "Quite the conversation starter you are, Darlin'." He says as he shifts on his feet.

"Just curious," I tell him with a shrug, waiting for him to explain.

He takes a drag from his cigarette,  blowing the smoke out into the night air. "Sylvia cheated on me when I was locked up." He tells me, twisting a ring on his finger. I recognize it as the ring he gave to her before he went to jail. "With a Soc." He sounded disgusted as if the word "Soc" was bitter on his tongue. "A soc, of all people." He grumbles.

"And what did you do?" I ask, though I already know the answer. Dallas Winston wasn't one to let go of something. Especially if it involved cheating.

"I went to his house, beat him a good one, and stole one of their finest bottles of booze." He grins holding up a half-empty bottle.

I roll my eyes with a chuckle "That was a bad move, Winston. What if he calls the cops?" I question, flicking the butt of my cigarette into a bucket that Darry put out here for our cigarette butts.

"If he's smart, he'll keep his trap shut." Dally shrugs, flicking his cigarette butt into the bucket as well.

"You going to bed?" Dally questions as I grab my cigarettes and lighter.

"No, I'm gonna clean you up, then go to bed." I correct as I grab his wrist gently. I pulled him towards the front door and was surprised when he didn't resist.

"I don't need to be cleaned up." Dally retorts with a scoff.

I roll my eyes "Quit being a big baby, Dallas." I tell him. He huffs and lets me lead him through the dark house. Once we get to the bathroom, I gently push him in. "Sit," I instruct pointing at the closed toilet.

He huffs again, grumbling something under his breath as he plops on the toilet lid. I grab the first aid kit from the sink drawer and sit on the edge of the bathtub, across from Dallas. "Yeah not that bad, right?" I mock his earlier words as I hold his hand up, showing his knuckles. They were busted and bruised, blood still oozing from the wounds.

"I've had worse, Darlin'." He chuckles letting out a soft hiss when I press a cotton ball soaked in rubbing alcohol to his knuckles. "Jesus, woman." He groans gripping his knee with his free hand as I gently clean his other.

"I'm sorry." I cringe, blowing softly on his knuckles to relieve him of the burning sensation.

Once his right hand is cleaned. I wrap it and move to his other hand. The other wasn't as bad, only having a few minor cuts so I was done fairly quickly. Last to do was his face. Now that we were in the light, I could see that he had a cut on his eyebrow that wasn't dripping blood but looked deep enough that I wanted to clean it and bandage it just in case of infection.

I was too far away to reach him so I had to stand. I was internally grateful that my shirt was long so that Dallas couldn't see anything.

"You wore this outside?" Dally hums as his hands graze the bottom of my shirt. His eyes were glued to my exposed legs.

"Yeah, so?" I retort trying to ignore his intriguing stare and how nice it felt when his rough hands accidentally touched my thighs when he touched my shirt.

"You shouldn't. Some men can get the wrong idea...get a little handsy." He hums his eyes flickering up to my face.

"Thanks, but I think I can handle myself, Dallas," I respond as I dab his cut lightly. He grabs my wrist with his bandaged hand, pulling it away from his face as his other hand comes up to cup mine, his thumb grazing my busted lip.

"That Soc, the one he got you in the face, who was it?" He questions his eyes fixated on mine.

"I don't know," I mumble. A small gasp leaves my mouth when Dallas stands up and presses me against the closest wall. His small frown never left his mouth as his eyes traveled over my face, observing every cut and bruise I had on my face.

He leaned down close so his lips were centimeters away from the spot below my ear. I could feel his hot breath fanning over my skin, sending goosebumps over my body.

"That really pisses me off." He whispers, his lips grazing my skin with each word.

"What does?" I whisper back, my voice unsteady as I keep a firm grip on Dally's shoulders. To pull him towards me or to push him away, I don't know.

My mouth falls open when his lips meet my skin, he kisses down, to the spot where my neck and shoulder meet, nipping at the skin lightly as his hands cup the back of my thighs, lifting me.

"Dallas, you're drunk," I say a small whimper leaving me when his hand grips my ass tightly causing the flesh to ache while pressure builds in the spot between my legs.

"Drunk or not, I want you." He rasps pulling his head away from my neck so his eyes could meet mine. A smirk of victory is plastered on his face. "Am I turning you on, Angela?" He teases.

"No." I gulped trying to keep my voice steady.

Dally lets out a short chuckle "You know, you're a really bad liar." He tells me.

"Oh fuck yo—" I'm cut off by Dally crashing our lips together. Surprise and desire bubble in my chest as I kiss him back with as much force as he was kissing me.

Every fiber in my being was screaming at me to get closer to him even though the was physically impossible. Fuck butterflies a whole ass zoo was running through my stomach as he stumbles over to the counter and sits me on it. His hands find my hips, my ass, and everywhere else he could touch while mine curled into his chocolate locks. He plunges his tongue into my mouth and I moan into his. The taste of expensive booze fills my mouth along with the faint taste of the cigarette he smoked just a few minutes ago.

Dally's hands trail beneath my shirt, his cold hands trailing up my thighs, then my ribs. And I shove him away.

Heavy pants leave Dallas and me as we stare at each other. My stomach drops to the center of the earth. I just kissed Dallas fucking Winston and enjoyed it.