Ponyboy X Dally Novels & Stories

“Nothing is going on between Ponyboy and me.” Jez tilts her head with an incredulous snicker. “Seriously? Come on, girl, that boy is hot. I mean, he might not be in the same league as a certain gorgeous tortured boy that likes to wear a lot of black, but he’s close.” I roll my eyes. “It’s never been like that. Plus, Ponyboy is a player.” Jez slaps her hands over her thigh, sits up on her knees, and faces me. “Maybe that’s what you need.”

“You look exhausted.” “I’ve been busy.” I turned to grab a glass. “Want me to get you a drink?” “Sure.” He nodded. I bent down to pull out the bottle of rum, then I noticed Ryder walking in with that devilish smile. My stomach plummeted. The glass nearly slipped from my fingers. I straightened up slowly, heart slamming against my ribs as shock ripped through me. “Hi, Dally.” He smiled softly. I exhaled slowly. Fuck. I could never outrun him.

Dallas was laughing at something Penny said, seeming awfully happy which was a good thing but disappointed me for some reason. "Hey, you okay?" "What?" I zoned back into reality and looked at Orion who looked a little concerned. "Sorry, I guess I'm still a bit groggy from that nap." - "Oh, hey guys!" Dallas piped up, running into Orion and I in the parking lot. He seemed very happy, a little too happy judging that he was seeing us. "Hey, man." Orion and him did a small bro hug. "This is Penny, I'm sure you guys know her." Dallas tilted his head over to the redhead that was stuck to his hip. His arm was around her waist and her head was lightly leaning on his shoulder.

DYLAN POV No.. no..no…This couldn’t be happening. The sight before me was unbearable. My heart pounded in my chest as I felt a shiver run down my spine. I wasn’t prepared to face this reality. How could Daisy be with someone else? This wasn’t the Daisy I knew. Summoning every ounce of courage, I looked again. My heart sank, and my world crumbled. It was indeed Daisy, locked in a passionate embrace with none other than her ex-boyfriend, Noah Smith. The sight was like a knife through my heart, leaving me feeling empty and broken.

She tried to place him when Phoebe deliberately spoke: “Harper, you know him, right? This is my middle school classmate, Daryl.” Daryl?! Harper’s eyes narrowed sharply, locking with his sly, rat-like gaze. Memories from her childhood came rushing back. When she was twelve, Phoebe—already in middle school—befriended some delinquents, the most notorious being Daryl. Phoebe often sent him to bully Harper. Several times, Daryl and his friends cornered her at school, trying to humiliate her. When she resisted, they dragged her by the hair and slammed her head against walls.