Oh boy.

You had been dating Steve for two months, happening to be the only girl in the gang. But you broke up four days ago–he'd had an argument with you. Not one of those tiny, harmless ones that happened every week–this one was... different. It's not like Steve wanted to hurt you, let alone split up; he just had a short temper.

Now, the whole gang was at the Curtis' place. Darry, Sodapop, and Two-Bit were in the kitchen, Johnny and Ponyboy were outside on the porch, and you, Dally, and Steve were in the living room watching TV.

You were sitting away from Steve, putting as much space between him and you as you could manage. Dally sat next to you, his arm slung around your shoulders as he droned on about something. Steve's glares lingered on the two of you, his eyes narrowing and jealousy stirring in his chest.

He knew he had no right to be possessive over you, but Dally had no right to be touching you like that, either.

Dally looked over at Steve. Sensing the tension rising, he stood up and walked out of the room, saying he needed to fetch something.

That left you and Steve alone.

His eyes locked with yours, and he quickly looked away, his heart stuttering at the small moment. Man, was this awkward...