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Two gave me permission to actually go out with Dallas. That might've or might've not been a mistake knowing what Dallas was up to. I had to go to the Curtis's first to see if Johnny was there, but he wasn't. Last night was the last time I saw him actually. He seemed a bit off when I told him Dal and I were getting along. But he's the one who convinced Dal to be nicer to me. Johnny said Dal was just finding a way to get to my good side so he can make a fool out of me. I didn't really understand by what he meant by that.
"Ey Angy, wasn't expecting you t'come."
Dallas was standing near a light pole with a cancer stick in his mouth.
"Told ya'I was gonna come."
I came because Johnny said he was going to be busy tonight. He's never gone out before, especially alone.
"Where are we goin'?"
"Wanted to pay a visit t'old mans store down the block. He's been gettin' on my nerves."
We walked to the store down the block. Dal told me to wait for him outside since it wasn't safe enough for me to go inside. I obliged only because there was more than one drunk in that store. Luckily they only noticed me for a second until a gunshot was fired. Dal came out running and pulled me to run along.
"Are y'crazy Dal?!"
He laughed. We stopped in an alley, behind another store. He had his hands on his knees, laughing.
"You should've seen there faces, they all jumped."
He continued to laugh. I on the other hand couldn't help myself from cracking a small smile. That was pretty funny. Poor old men jumped so high they couldn't even get of their damn seats to run.
"Alright, it's y'turn. Show me what y'got."
Gladly, I walked to the store like any other person would and looked for somethin' that caught my eye. A record from Elvis didn't sound bad. I eyed over the owner and waited for the right time to walk out. I placed the record under the jean jacket I had and turned to something else. He'll know I'm just wandering and not stealing one of the many treasures in the store.
"You buying something, love?"
I put back the magazine on its shelf and looked to the man in front of me. I smiled a bit nervously. How did he get in front of me so quickly? From the corner of my eye, I noticed a gun near the side of his hip. Then I heard sirens. I didn't know what to do next. I was technically stuck. If I ran, he'll try to shoot. I had to think quickly.
What would've Two done in my situation?
I smiled lightly to the man in front of me and kicked him in his groin hard enough to have him down on the floor. Quickly, I ran without looking back. Dal was waiting for me in the alley, and he didn't need to be told twice to run. We ran until the sirens weren't heard anymore.
"What did miss Angel do to have the cops come?"
I smirked.
"Steal a record."
His eyes widened.
"Jesus Angy, a record?! You could've gotten yourself killed."
I chuckled at his reaction. He was pretty funny when it came to reactions.
"You know Two will be mad if he finds out about tonight."
He shrugged his shoulders and smiled.
"Two ain't gotta know now. This'll be our little secret."
I smiled. He was pretty nice for a hood like him. Little did I notice we were so close that our lips were touching. He placed his hand onto the side of my face and closed the distance between our lips. Our lips were moving in a demonically passionate way, and I was loving it.
"Angy, be mine."
He pulled away and pecked me on the lips once more. His eyes were on mine waiting for a response.
"I'm yours, Dallas."
Two weeks later
"Dal is going to break your heart, Angel."
I shook my head. Turns out Johnny was stalking us that night I stole a record from the store down the block. He saw everything but then left when he saw us together. I felt bad for not telling Johnny about him, but how could I? Johnny hasn't seen that side of me and I didn't want to. He's like this cuddly bear who's too sweet to be told about things like that. Besides ever since that incident he had with the Soc, I didn't want to influence him with what I wanted to try.
"Dal is good. He's been good to me since we started goin' out."
He sighed.
"Look what he's gotten you into! He has you doing hood things, Angy!"
Johnny has never yelled at me. He's never called me Angy till now.
"I'm sorry, Johnny. I didn't know you were going to get so mad for my decisions, but since when do you hate Dally so much?"
He softened a bit.
"I don't hate'im, jus'disappointed. Angy, who are you? Have you seen the things you've been doin'? Your lettin'im take advantage of you!"
I frowned. I might be sixteen and younger than Dallas, but that doesn't mean I'm any dumber than him. I know Dallas means good.
"Dallas got a good heart, Johnny. You said it yourself-"
"Angy, your acting like a hood! Are you so blind?!"
Taken aback, I didn't expect him to say that.
"I think you're jealous, Johnny. You should go, I don't want to get in trouble with my neighbors."
He looked at me with his soft eyes again. He nodded and obliged. Once he left, I had to call Dally. Johnny was right. Dallas is a bad influence, and I'm suppose to be hating him, not liking him.
"Angy? You there?"
I stared at the cord of the phone. How do I tell him this?
