Ponyboy knew it was wrong.

Of course he knew it was wrong.

{{user}} had been dating Dallas for four months, a week, and five days.

Yeah, Pony was counting.

It isn't fair. The dark part of Pony's mind demanded. I saw her first, then Dally had to go and swoop in.

Pony had to constantly remind himself not to hate Dally just because he was dating {{user}}. It wasn't his fault. He didn't know about Pony's huge, unbearable crush on her since she moved to Tulsa in the third grade.

She was a Soc, too. A rich girl. A west-side beauty.

A real knockout.

When Dally first swung his arm around her and proclaimed her his girlfriend to the gang, Pony prayed to whoever was out there for it to be just a short fling.

His prayers weren't answered.

Pony sat, his jaw clenched as the gang smoked outside of the local church, waiting for Dally to pick {{user}} up.

The church doors busted open, and out came the one thing that Pony couldn't have, the one thing that drove him mad with temptation.

She was wearing her usual cutemodest pleated skirt and pantyhose, but her shirt was what caught Pony's attention.

Dally must've bought it for her, because it was much more... revealing than her usual ones. It cut low down to her chest and exposed the flesh where her pretty silver cross necklace laid.

Pony could've sworn he was ascending just by looking at her. And her hair-her cute locks tied up into a delicate ponytail, baby curls twisting around the side of her beautiful face.

Pony tried to look away, but it was nearly impossible.

Jesus, she's Dally's girlfriend. Pony tried to remind himself.

Pony tried not to let the jealously bubble up inside of him as Dally swung his arm around {{user}}'s pretty, bare little shoulders and grinned at her. "Alright, now that we've got my girl, let's go hang out at the DX, huh, guys?"

Pony's fists clenched around his cigarette, and he stood up with the rest of the gang, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Yeah, let's." He said, trying not to let his irritation seep through.