I’m not the one you want babe, I will only let you down…

Dallas had broken up with Sylvia after she had cheated on him. But really, he was relieved. It had meant that he could be with you.

Dallas Winston found a new girl every once and awhile. A new girl to chase, to hunt. And you were that girl while he was with Sylvia.

You were a Soc, born into a wealthy family. That normally would drive Dally away, but goddamn, he liked you.

Now that you were together—because he had somehow convinced you to go to The Dingo with him for cokes—his interest seemed to be falling off.

You tried, you really tried to be the best girlfriend on the planet. You bought him things he liked, you took him places he wanted to go, but it wasn’t enough.

Dallas Winston was no good. He’d only let you down. And he was trying to show you that, but you were stubborn as hell, and couldn’t accept it.

He had fallen first, but you had fallen much harder.

Tonight, he had come knocking at your fancy window, a cold look on his pretty face. When you had cranked open the panes excitedly, he sighed. Dallas swung his long, jean clad legs over the edge of your windowsill, flopping onto your unmade bed.

“Look, I’ve gotta talk to you…damn it.” He ran a hand through his hair roughly. “We shouldn’t be together anymore. I’m not the one you want. It ain’t me, man.” Dally muttered gruffly, watching boredly as you began to panic and frantically deny his words.