The Outsiders Dally Novelas e Histórias

got tubs of Gatorade poured on them. When Ray, Jesse, Tom and Ava had found Dax, he was standing outside of the stadium with his arm around Lana’s shoulders. They were in a huddle with Hank, Coop, Billie, two other girls, and the nerdiest boy Ray had ever seen since he was in high school. Dax and the rest of the boys appeared to have showered and changed. Ray thought it best to let Dax finish talking to his friends. He had earned it. So, he walked his family back to Jesse’s vehicle and waited.

I shout, coughing, shielding my face as the smoke burns my eyes. I hear the scuffle of boots in the mud, a grunt of exertion, and then the sound of a body hitting the ground—but it’s not the sound of a dying man. It’s the sound of a retreat. I stumble through the thick, swirling haze, my hands reaching out into the void. My fingers brush against the cold, wet stone of the altar, finding nothing but empty, echoing space. I keep moving, panic rising in my chest like bile. I find Daryl, his form looming large in the thinning mist, his breath coming in ragged, wheezing gasps as he staggers back. He’s no longer looking for the kill; he’s looking for me.

Without even meaning to, girls could mess with a boy’s head. When I got out of my truck, I saw Dallas watching Liz on the other side of the gate. I did my best to stay quiet as I walked up behind her. Dallas didn’t hear me pull up. As soon as I got close enough, I slapped Dallas hard on the ass. “Ow!” Dallas turned around and shoved me in the chest. “Nice ass, baby,” I said and smirked. “You're in a good mood?” she questioned. I chuckled. “Should I not be in a good mood?”

***Daisy's POV.*** “Let’s go.” I say and get up. “Where? I am… literally feeling dizzy.” Toby says and as he tries to remove the bite he took. I flinch when his skin gets red and I pick up his phone when Olivia calls, “Olivia, Toby is dying.” And cut it. That ought to do everything. “Why would you do that?” He asks.

He then extended the device toward Sydney and Julien. They leaned in for a closer look. Sydney's eyes fell upon the photos displayed on Zach's phone. The image quality was less than ideal due to enlargement and some frame blur, but it was sufficient for viewing. The photo depicted Dallin leaning against a crumbling wall. His face was marred by bruises and cuts, and blood trickled from his nose and mouth. One eye was swollen shut, while the other stared out defiantly. His hair was disheveled, a stark contrast to his usually immaculate appearance.

They left the house while Justin took the shortest route to their house. Dale was walking through the cemetery, a raven flew in his direction. Perching on his shoulder, he smirked. “I know bird. I'm evil but today I proved myself wrong.” Dale said. “I became a better person and I'm proud.” “Well, you're going to die tonight so say your last prayers.” “Oh! I'm overwhelmed.” Dale chuckled. “Do I look like I'm joking?” “Yes, you are.” Dale said as he sped close to the hooded figure seizing its neck.

But a stupid me chose to ignore it. “ We meet again.My name is Dale, by the way. I never got yours earlier, “ he reaches out his hand. I shake it, as I fully notice him better than I did earlier. A marine haircut and sickle shaped eyebrows. Piercing eyes with a shapely face. The light rightfully illumined the pinched-in cheekbones that rested on skin that was stretched tight by exercise. And giving light to the fulgent, smaragdine-green eyes. And it's a gone moment as he focuses back on the road. " Natasha... But —What are you doing here? “ I attempt to get answers to my confusion. And hoping not to expose my identity.

His parting words echoed hauntingly, "Remember this day, Dax, for it shall be embedded in your memory until we meet again." Dax stood there, a mix of frustration and bewilderment swirling within him. He clutched his chest, feeling the adrenaline coursing through his veins, his heart pounding with a mixture of anger and confusion. He knew that the encounter with Damien marked the beginning of a dark chapter, one that would test his strength and resilience like never before.

"Dallin..." "Please, just... don't say anything, guys," Dallin interrupted, his voice thick with emotion. "I... I want to escape from this pain that's slowly consuming me." His eyes glistened with unshed tears. As Alistair moved to reach out to him, Dallin instinctively pulled away, a subtle gesture that tugged at Alistair's heart.

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.