Dally X Ponyboy Novels & Stories

Before this Christmas holidays, I would have felt uncomfortable and out of place being in the midst of this number or n***d young people in an apartment in the middle of the night. The girls had big b*ms and pumped b**bs, and the boys were muscular with c**ks that looked rather heavy. The girls jiggled their br***ts in the faces of the boys playfully, and the boys stroked their lengths in response. Everyone had a glass of wine hooked between their fingers as they caught up happily with each other. I glanced at Sonia who was already removing her clothes impatiently, at the same time, beckoning on a girl with short bright blonde hair to get her two glasses.

Lily Pov Daryl, a boy of about twelve, had a face that radiated youthful innocence, with smooth skin and a sprinkling of freckles across his nose. His eyes, a shade of hazel, sparkled with a curiosity that seemed to reach beyond his age, holding a glimmer of understanding.

I hadn’t walked it in years. But tonight, someone else had. A small figure was curled near the corner under an old tarp, hunched beside an empty food box and a ratty backpack. I slowed.The kid looked about ten or eleven years old from where I was standing. I have scaly knees, thin arms, and a coat that is two sizes too big. And then he turned. My breath caught. Daryl. That unruly dark hair. That bruised cheek. The guarded eyes. The boy wiped his nose on the sleeve of his coat and then stood up, as if he could feel someone behind him. I stood still and watched. He saw me.

He waved at me “Dell, where are the others?” “Coming I guess” He answered and walk to his car, Dell drive the latest BMW though he changes cars as well I sighed and stood waiting for the other to come so we can all go together, and then I sighted another one, I just don't get why they are all coming out from different directions, his name is Dante Dallas, he’s coming with one of the school queen bees, Dante is a black hair, tall and charming guy with the sweetest mouth ever, unlike Dell, Dante is carefree and frivolous, I guess that's why girls flock around him, anyone would fall for his green eyes which are crazily seductive, and he's the Beta's son, he drives the latest Audi. He got to me

I had to get used to it if I wanted to find out the truth. Someone cleared their throat behind us and spoke. It was Damon. "Hey, Xander. Can you at least let us in?" Xander's eyes lit up as he saw Damon. He pulled me to the side so he could climb the steps down to him. They shook hands and cracked jokes. This wasn't weird anyway. Every boy in Willow High wanted to be like him. The typical bad boy with a fucking motorcycle. A heart breaker and a playboy. "Come in, you four." He said and ushered us all in before the girl took her place. I made sure to give her a look of mockery and she returned it with a glare.

Her eyes kept drifting to the back row. Dax. He was the "most dangerous" boy in the school. He sat with his boots on the desk, his leather jacket unzipped over a white tank top. He wasn't just a rebel; he was a disruption. He had been in more fights than anyone, and he had a way of looking at Courtney that made her skin crawl in the best way possible. She had wanted him for the two months she had been transferred here, but Dax was the only one who didn't play along.

The dark-haired boy stepped out of the way of his chair and took two steps toward her, his back to the the two cousins, “Are you talking about Daffodil?” Daryl wanted to yell out loud. “Y-yes, Daffodil.” The boy nodded, “I’m afraid my story about my family upset her. I- probably shouldn’t have discussed it.” Daryl nodded trying to look sad on his behalf but her mind raced. Why was he sharing his life’s story with Daffodil? Did they know each other? “Oh, well,” Daryl nodded again to seem understanding, “I’m very sorry. About your life! Not that you made Daffodil cry. Which is also sad! But only because your story was so upsetting. Which is why I feel bad- because it’s true?”

His bike revved again as he came into view, pulling up the long driveway like some sin-soaked movie character in his usual all-black “i-am-unapproachable-“ outfit. My heart took a violent jump. He parked without glancing my way and swung off. My existence wasn’t anything to acknowledge. The pain burrowed into my bones. “Hey!” I called out, not caring to caution how loud I was. “You’re just gonna walk by?” His steps slowed, though barely. “Hey, Dala.” Hey? Really? “Did you…? I cleared my throat. “Did you fix the thing at the diner? You know, those guys that tried to jump us and did the owners reach out?”

“My mom said the new bartender had just moved here and was holding down the fort well so she didn’t have to come in today. Usually she works Monday’s too.” “Aren’t you supposed to be in school?” The kid smiled up at him. “Summer break just started for us. I’m Dylan.” “Nice to meet you. I take it your mom is here?” “Yeah, had to stop by for the deposit.” “Gotcha. You know bikes?”

she explained flexing her legs. “Okay I understand. They are actually short, thought it was just me that noticed. About those guys in class, The Daleton boys. Who are they?” I asked curiously. She gave a deep sigh before answering my question. “So the Daleton boys are the top three most popular and richest kids of Daleton prep. They rule the school and nobody dares to go against them. Rumors have it that they’re part of some elitist gang in the city but I’m not really sure about that. The three of them are really good looking and gorgeous and every girl in Daleton prep is inlove with them and believe they can get to date them.”