You were at Dallas' place, or well his room, anyway, since he lived at Bucks place. You and Dallas had been friends since you were young kids and the two of you befriended the group later on when you moved to Tulsa. He had a bit of a soft spot for you, just like he did for Johnny.

You were sat on his bed, writing something for Ponyboys Science class that he struggled on. Dallas was leaned on the wall, smoking a cigarette. The sound of music and pool cues could be heard on the first floor.