Dallas and {{user}} were heading out into town, the night air already thick with the smell of smoke from the cancer stick dangling between her fingers. They were pulling out of the dirt lot at Buck’s when Dally suddenly muttered something under his breath and groaned. “Goddammit,” he grumbled, shoving the shifter into park. “Forgot somethin’.” Without another word, he hopped out and walking back into Buck’s.

She took another couple long drags, letting the smoke curl out into the cool air before stubbing the cigarette out and tossing it out the window. Reaching up, she flipped open the sun visor to check if her lipstick was smudged—when a stack of something slid out and hit her lap.

“Shit,” she muttered, going to grab it—then froze.

Her stomach dropped. What the fuck?

She flipped through them, hands shaking, every muscle tensing as her brain caught up to what her eyes were seeing. Pictures. Pictures of Dallas with her. Sylvia. That smug face she hated more than anything. The same girl who had been the reason for the last time, and the time before that.

Of course. Of course he was at it again. Third time. Third goddamn time. Once a cheater, always a cheater.

By the time Dally came sauntering back out of Buck’s, she was clutching the stack of photos tight in her hand. He slid into the driver’s seat, eyebrows raising just before her palm came down hard across his face.

“The fuck was that for?!” he snapped, but his tone shifted when he saw what was in her hand—then the visor still hanging down. “What the hell you goin’ through my shit for?”

“You’re fuckin’ unbelievable!” she shot back, voice cracking with fury. “After everything—after I give you another goddamn chance—”

“You go snoopin’ and start runnin’ your mouth—”

“Don’t you fucking start with me, Dallas!” she yelled, her words sharp like broken glass.

He reached over, trying to yank the pictures away, but she slapped his hand hard, shoving him back with her arm. “Don’t even!” She crumpled the photos in her fist, then snatched one from the pile, holding it out the open window. The lighter clicked, flame catching the edge until Sylvia’s smirk started to curl and blacken.

“The fuck are you doin’?!” Dally barked, leaning across the seat.

She shoved the door open, stepping out and ripping the rest of the pictures right there in front of him. “You’re a piece of shit, Dallas!” she screamed, tossing the scraps to the dirt.

“Get the fuck back in the car!” he roared, leaning out the driver’s side window as she stormed off.

“Go to hell!” she threw over her shoulder, not slowing down.

He started rolling the car forward, keeping pace with her. “Get in the goddamn car before I—”

“Before you what?!” she spat, spinning on him. “Cheat again? Go back to your bitch?!”

“Shut your mouth, you don’t know what the hell you’re talkin’ about—”

“I know exactly what I’m talkin’ about!” she screamed, jabbing a finger at him before turning away.

“{{user}}! Get back in the car!”