Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders or Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood.
I stumbled along behind Dally, trying to keep up with his quick pace. He was mad, real mad, but there was a grim smile on his face.
"Right now, Johnny, you wanna know what?" Dally said, not really caring whether I wanted to know or not. "She's probably dancing with some bastard who can't do nothing for her. Pretending like she can't play pool when I seen her hustling Steve's girl one night."
"What…where we going?" I asked. Dally shook his head, that crazy smile still on his face.
"You'll see Johnnycake, you'll see," He replied.
After walking for a long time we finally found ourselves at Buck Merrill's place. I had gotten the general gist of Dally's unchained rants by now. He had just gotten out of the cooler and, like usual; he was told Sylvia had been hanging on some guy. She's done it plenty of times; she tried to latch on to me once. I didn't like that…I was never gonna get me a greasy girl like her. Maybe one like Soda's girl Sandy…
Rather than walking up the steps and inside we walked round behind the building.
"Dal, why aren't we going inside?" I said uncertainly.
"We ain't going inside tonight," He said coolly. Dally let out a cry of defeat that made me jump.
"Yes," he hissed. We stood in front of a car, nice for our side of town. I don't know what it was, but I liked it. It looked familiar. Then it dawned on me. It was Sylvia's car. Well, not really her car but her brother's. He never used it much though. Don't ask me why.
Dallas ran his hands over the hood for a moment before darting his hand into his pocket and pulling out a key I knew was for Buck's T-Bird. Snickering, he dragged it along the side of the car, leaving a long ugly scratch on it. The doors were unlocked, if you haven't figured it out Sylvia's a real idiot. Dally crawled inside the car and flipped out his switch. With a flourish he carved Dallas Winston into the driver's seat.
"What are you doing?" I asked amazedly. I knew Dally didn't care about what he did…but this? This was something else.
"I betcha any money she's lying up under him right now," He said, his face lined in disgust. He took one last look at his name, and the grin reappearing on his face he jumped out of the car like a cat and stood in front of the car. Taking an almighty back swing he kicked the right headlight. There was a shattering noise that I was sure was loud enough to bring someone out but the music must've been too loud. He smashed the other one.
"We leaving yet?" I asked nervously. He shook his head.
"Not yet, almost." His switch glinted in the moonlight and with the skill of any proper hood he slashed all four of her tires. He wiped his hands on his jeans in an accomplished sort of way.
"Next time she'll think before she cheats."