A/N: Wow….I got the biggest urge to update this story just now. It's 3:10 in the morning, but what the hell…lol. I haven't updated since May? Wow….sorry guys, I feel really bad. I wonder if there's anyone here who still actually reads this and hasn't given up on me..hmm..lol, I have another story I want to work on, so this is going to be the last chapter…sorry if the ending sucks, I just felt this was more realistic


After about a week of rest, Darry decided that I was well enough to go back to school, despite my protests. Not much had occurred in the past seven days. I hadn't heard from Dally, which I thanked God for. Sure I was angry at him, but I was afraid that if he came to see me, my resolve would melt away and I would forgive him. Oh hell, I knew that was what would happen. By the time I dragged myself out of bed and got ready for school, I was about a half hour late. Ponyboy had left without me and Darry was on his way to work.

"I really don't like you walking to school by yourself," he sighed.

"Darry, it's the middle of the day. The school is in our territory, and I've walked by myself dozens of times," I pointed out. "I will be fine. I promise."

"Well, alright. Come straight home after school."

After giving me those orders, he left for work and I headed in the other direction for school. I had made it about halfway there when I noticed a car that was driving a little bit too slow. It pulled up on the side of me and I took out the blade that I had swiped from Soda earlier today. The driver's side door opened and I frowned. "What are you going to do, stab me to death?" Dally chuckled. "Put the blade away before you hurt yourself."

"What the hell do you want Dallas?" I demanded. He came over and picked me up. He threw me over his shoulder and carried me to Buck's place. Luckily, we were only a block away from there. I thought about pointing out that leaving his car on the street was a dumb idea. After all, anyone could come by and hot-wire it. Then I realized that was probably how he got the car in the first place.

When we finally got to Buck's, he put me down on the couch. "We need to talk."

"Are you still sleeping with Sylvia?" I asked him.


"Then no, we don't need to talk."

Dally grabbed my wrist as I tried to get up. "But that doesn't mean that I don't like you too."

"No Dally," I gave a sarcastic laugh, "it just means that you don't respect me."

"Rach…" he trailed off, looking for the right words. "I'm not the kind of guy who does relationships. I've never been with only one girl before."

"I know," I cut him off. "And that's why it was a stupid idea to even consider getting involved with you. I don't need my heart broken Dal. And we both know that's what going to happen."

"So, what? You're not even going to give me the chance?" he questioned.

"I can't afford to. My heart can't afford to. I'm sorry." With that said, I took one last look at Dally and then walked out the door. I refused to let myself look back. As I turned the corner I realized that I hadn't just walked out on Dally, I had walked away from him. There was no going back now. He would just be another missed opportunity. One more instance where I thought I would be better off playing it safe. I had a pretty strong feeling that I was going to regret this later on. But I continued walking; not just out of Buck's house, but out of Dally's heart forever.