Payment

I hate owing people. That's part of the reason why I don't have friends. Once your owe somebody they control you. The best way to never get your heart broken is to make people think you don't have one. Most of the gang had run off the California for spring break, leaving me behind to do what I may without the prying eyes of my older siblings. Since the night of the party I'd spent most of my time locked in my room, escaping into a whorl wind of pills, pot, and music so loud it drowned out all my thoughts. Dallas Winston had saved me. The one person in the entire world I didn't want to have something to hold over me...Well second person if I count my father. I had heard from Audrey that Rhyan had dumped Dally before their vacation. 

I looked at the clock, 6:38 too early for anyone I'd know to be at Bucks, but Dally would've been there for a couple hours now, especially if he was emotional about his break up with Rhyan. Standing up I took the shortest, jean miniskirt that I owned out of my closet and put it on after putting on my undergarments. Then I took out a white, button up shirt and put it on. I brushed my hair, did my makeup, put my shoes on, and went out to the living room to check out my appearance in the mirror. If was was going to do this, I sure as hell was going to do it right. 

After putting on a pair of Audrey's heels I walked down to Buck's bar. The idea of sleeping with Dally was playing in my mind. I knew plenty of girls from around town who have spent time in his bed, but they were normally sleazy and probably disease ridden. I shook my head and slipped one of my Mom's Valiums into my mouth. When I walked into the bar there were only a few people sprinkled around, mostly drunks who had been there all day, spending their pay checks before they could use it to pay off child support. As usual Buck was working the bar, so I walked over and smiled. 


"'Ey, Blair Matthews. It's a bit early don't you think?" I only rolled my eyes and pointed towards the staircase that lead to Dally's room. He chuckled to himself before replying, "Yea, he's up there. Although I never pegged you as one of Winston's bawds." I made my way up the stairs and knocked on the door. It was silent for a moment before I heard a muffled "One sec!". I took that moment to pop another pill before the door swung open and there stood the man I was indebted to for the past week. 


Before I knew it, my lips were pressed against his and his hands were on my hips."Blair, what are you doing?" He sounded unsure, yet he didn't stop me. "Shut up Dallas" I forcefully pushed him toward the bed, pressing into him, not breaking the kiss once. When we made it to the bed he pulled me down on top of him. The kiss grew more passionate and I moaned into his mouth. Thoughts of the night of the party, and thoughts of betraying Rhyan flooded my head but I pushed them away. I was here to pay a debt, not to worry about others feelings. 

Dally started unbuckling his jeans with one hand and his other hand was making its way under my skirt. I sat up and quickly tore my top off, flinging it to the floor, not caring where it went. I pressed my bare chest against his muscular body and I moaned as his hands and lips to roam my body. He entered me and I grabbed his shoulders, bucking my hips along with his. Now I knew why girls were so willing to sleep with Dallas Winston, he was better than any of the boys at the high school. He definitely knew what he was doing. 

When we were done, he pulled out and lay on the opposite side of the bed, and I lay on top of him. After a few minutes he said, "Well...That was unexpected. I always figured you hated me." Our eyes met for a moment before I crawled out of his bed and began pulling my underwear back on. "Now...." I said as I pull his oversized shirt on over my head, "we're even Winston." And with that I walked out of his room and back down to the bar. 

What Doesn't Kill You

My brother had always told me to stay away from the Shepard house. He had never really gotten along with Tim, but when Angela found me at lunch Friday and invited me to a party she was having I couldn't help but agree to go. I showed up just before midnight. The house was filled with people, mostly from Tim's gang with a few of Curly and Angela's friends thrown into the mix. I wasn't surprised that I didn't see anybody I knew there, our gang doesn't usually venture to this side of town, expect Dallas who has a man-crush on Tim. I walked around looking for Angela, or anyone I recognized.

That's when I spotted him. He was sitting at a table playing poker with a group of guys from the Shepard's outfit. I took in the look of triumph on his face as he laid down a winning hand, the way the cigarette hung carelessly from his mouth, and the bleach blonde tramp who was sitting contently on his lap, running her fingers threw his hair and nibbling at his neck. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Slutzilla would most likely end the night by heading with him back to his room, I however would never be more than his sisters friend. 

"Do you want to dance?" I looked up to see a guy standing beside me. I had never seen him around before, but he was older than me, probably closer to Darry's age. I shrugged, thankful for the distraction and followed him onto the dance floor. He kept pulling me closer to him, while trying to hike my skirt up just below my ass. After a couple hours of drinks, pills and polite flirting he lead me into the closest room he could find. 

"Why don't you come with me to my place." He stood in front of me pressing me ageist the wall. 

"Thanks for the offer." I said, faking a smile. I looked around the room, trying to figure out how long it would take me to make it to the door. I could hear the party in full force on the other side of the thin wall, and contemplated how I was going to join it. 

"Thank you for tonight Chad. I had fun." I tried to move away from him. 

"It's no problem." He said as he grabbed my wrist. "Where are you going? I thought you were coming over to my place for some more fun". He got this look in his eyes and suddenly my heart was pounding at eighty miles per hour and my adrenalin was pumping. 

"No, that's alright. I think I'm just going to go to sleep." I said, trying to keep myself calm. I was stuck in in a room with a guy twice my size and music so loud that nobody would hear my cries for help. Chad wasn't letting go of my wrist. This is what you get the little voice in the back of my head mocked me. 

"Why would you sleep when you could have fun with me?" His grip on my wrist was too tight, it was starting to hurt...a lot. 

"You're hurting my wrist, let go." I said through clenched teeth. I was trying not to let the pain show through my voice. He pulled me back into him and grabbed my face in his hands. He pressed me down into the wall and started to kiss me hard. I could feel the tears begin to flow down my cheeks, as I tried to move my head away from him. He moved his hands, from my face, and pinned my hands down at the sides. I couldn't move my head away either, since he was pressing it back into the wall with his head. That's when I heard the door open. Someone grabbed his shirt and I heard him scream. He screamed like a little girl. I opened my eyes and saw Dally holding Chad's shirt by the collar and started punching him. I ran out of the room and into the yard, but not before I heard Dally start screaming at Chad. 

"DON'T YOU EVER, EVER GO NEAR HER AGAIN, YOU HEAR ME?" I curled over at the end of the driveway just as the vomit began to come. My mind was racing as I emptied the contents of my stomach on the asphalt, if Dally hadn't showed up, I didn't want to think of what would've happened. I heard Dally calling my name from the front door as I sat on the ground and cried uncontrollably.

"Blair! BLAIR! WHERE ARE YOU?!" I heard him run over to me. He stopped just in front of me, examining me with a worried expression. "Are you alright? Did he hurt you?!" He asked frantically. I didn't say anything, my mind still racing. I waited for him to tell me how stupid I am, or call me a dirty name, but instead he took me into his arms and cradled me in his chest.

"I would never have let anything happen to you." He whispered. I opened my mouth to tell him, he couldn't always be there and I know all to well what would've happened if he hadn't have come. Before I could say any of this I was cut off by my own sobs and hyperventilating. "I said I would never let anything happen to you, and I mean it." He said, looking straight into my eyes. 

"I'm sorry I caused you all this trouble," I started crying again, and he just held me there.