The Outsiders Dally Novelas e Histórias

Dallas stood there in the doorway, holding a bottle of pills in one hand and a tray of food in the other. His expression was completely unreadable as he took in the scene; Carter naked on the windowsill, the rope of knotted sheets, the obvious escape attempt. For a long moment, neither of them moved. Then Dallas gave a long, deep, disappointed sigh. “Were you really about to climb out of my window naked?”

Two days later, “Daisy darling, stop wasting time in noting down all these boring lectures and let’s go,” Helen shouted impatiently, standing next to Daisy's seat. She was kinda jumping in excitement and was looking excited. Well, we can’t blame her for acting abnormally like that. It was after all the most awaited selection day for the football teams. So, every girl was on cloud nine and super excited for that day. Though most of them didn’t have the basic football knowledge, they were not ready to miss the opportunity to see all the shirtless boys soaked in sweats.

Callum's POV I walked into detention with a huge grin on my face, excited to spend some time with Dylan outside of school. I scanned the room, and saw a girl with light purple hair, and the three football players I'd fought yesterday. The guys stared daggers at me as I made my way to the back of the classroom. A short older man with glasses walked in, I assumed he was a teacher in charge of detention.

' "That guy, the tall one who always looks like he's about to stab someone's nan. I heard he has this YouTube channel where he hacks into other hackers’ computers. You know... online scammers and such. He's probably the only person at this school who could help you." "Shit," Dailey muttered when she realised he was talking about Drake Parsons. He was the last person who would want to help her, though he might want to get back at her ex-boyfriend. 'The question is, which of us does he hate more?' Dailey thought. She circled the cafeteria, sticking to the outer wall between the tables and the large windows looking out onto the playing field. As Drake and his band of misfit weirdos began to cle

shrieked one of them, then they ran after a girl named Darla. Dalton walked in a different direction. He had just had dinner at a restaurant and now he was going back to his car. But Daton's steps suddenly stopped. Why did Dalton feel familiar with the name Darla? He'd never had an acquaintance named Darla, but why did it feel familiar? "Hey, you! Why are you standing on the side of the road?! Do you want to die?!” shouted a man from inside the car. The sound of the horn is also loud..

Walking through the hallways on Christmas eve, bundled up tightly, I spot him standing at his locker with the usual three assholes around him. We make eye contact, but as usual, he’s the one who looks away first. Sighing, I head to my locker, but then I’m suddenly pulled back by my scarf and land on my butt. “Hey, faggot. Miss me?” I groan at the sound of Dale’s voice and get up, glaring at him. “Don’t you ever get tired of being you, Dale? Every day the same fucking insults.” I spit out, adjusting my glasses and levelling my gaze at him. He scoffs, then walks me back into a locker.

Marissa came also to support Beth and they have the same level of enthusiasm side by side. Still holding the sponge covered with bubbles and a glass, Helen smiled at them awkwardly. In her life, she didn't have any other man. She was already satisfied with her baby and she could not see any other man in her life ever again. "Girls! Girls! Girls! That's enough! Don't disturb Helen's work over there. Go back to your work and stop talking about Mr....." Ms. Dally scolded then she paused trying to recall the gorgeous man's name. She knew, Mr. Harry uttered his name to her but she couldn't remember it already. Ms. Dally frowned deeply still trying to recall their guest's name when Mr. Harry came

She turned to me and rolled her eyes, I could tell she wasn't a big Dalya fan. Dalya had two older brothers, Abrax and Joseph. They were fourteen and sixteen and as big as houses. Their long dark hair was tied back from their faces and they wore the native outfits in dark blues and whites. After their performance the top sash had loosed on each of them revealing very musclular chests. Typically, after all my time conditioning at gymnastics, I am the strongest person in the room.

I made my way to the foyer and slipped on my shoes. "It's finals, what kind of last minute tutoring could save someone?", I asked, just voicing my opinion and I turned to see the boy of my nightmares. A sly smirk was on his face as he leaned against the door, making small talk with Natalie, but his eyes never leaving mine. Dallas Grant, stood smirking 30 feet away from me. He was the only inconvenience that day, my first day. I remember it so clearly, I just wanted directions and he caused a scene. And ever since then he's been going out of his way to make my days worse.

It felt so strange to be home and it even felt more strange to be standing outside the door with the knowledge of what to expect as soon as the door opens. What if it’s something like in the movies where my every move is being watched and the door opens up to reveal the Don standing there, over my parents bodies, a malicious smile on his face with guns pointed at me? These thoughts filled me up but I shook myself back to reality, telling myself to be calm just as the door opened up to reveal one of the numerous housekeepers, Dally. Dally was young, just slightly older than myself, and aside from working for my parents, I see her as more of a friend and we’ve often spent time together wheneve