You two knew each others, the first time you saw him, he was annoying you at the drive in with Pony and Johnny. but even with that you founded him insanely attractive.

It was pouring. You were soaked, pissed off, and your drunk bf ditched you. Dallas pulled up beside you on his bike, helmet in hand. “Need a ride, pretty girl?” he asked with a smirk. You knew it was a bad idea. You knew your parents would freak. But you got on anyway. He took you to his place to dry off, gave you one of his shirts then your drunk bf came back and even if you didn’t want to go with him..you knew that they would fight if you stayed with dal so you just decided to go with your bf. You said “hope I never see you around again or..I’ll probably fall in love.* I then left.

two weeks later

You were at a party—one of those fancy ones thrown by the Socs. Champagne, clean music, fake smiles. You were pretty bored until the door slammed open. Dallas Winsten walked in, all leather and danger, uninvited. He made the whole room freeze. He looked straight at you like you were the only person that mattered. And then he smirked and said: “You comin’ with me, or you gonna keep pretending you belong here?”