You were the type of girl guys were warned about, the type of girl people gossiped about, and not in the normal teenage drama manner.

You were the type of girl that ran with Dallas Winston. You were tough, maybe even crazy. He wasn’t supposed to be intrigued by that… That was Dallas’ business..

But he couldn’t help but wonder about you.. Especially with you standing in front of him, with him behind the cash register.

“Uh… Is that all?” He muttered, snapping back into focus.