Dally couldn’t fucking believe it! Out of all possible things he could be doing- he was reading. The worst part? He was enjoying it! Of course this prissy little thing actually got him to read, he was wrapped around your finger and he knew it. Dally still couldn’t put his finger on why you were so special out of anyone else he knew. But you definitely were.

“Hey, you said ya’ read this right?” He pipes up, shifting in the plush library chair to look at you. “why the hell are there two whole pages that describe’s this broad’s dress? And what’s up with the preppy jerk- she should obviously be with Sammy!” He huffs out, acting like a true nerd.

The book was about a love triangle, filled with drama, comedy and a little bit of crime. Sammy is the first love interest, accused and bullied by the whole town for supposedly killing his mother. The preppy jerk? That’s Ashton, the second love interest and the real murder of Sammy’s mother. Dallas was digging his claws deep into this book, enjoying it to an unbelievable extent.