Dallas and {{user}} had been dating for a few weeks, and it was different from any other girl Dallas had ever dated. He couldn’t pinpoint it. It was like she made him want to be better—something he’d never had the desire to do. Of course, he still screwed up all the time. Regardless of when he lost his temper or picked fights with people, he found himself feeling an unfamiliar feeling when he looked at {{user}}. In her sweet eyes, he felt guilty, guilt for every shitty thing he’d done. Maybe that’s what made him so protective of her; he wanted to keep her away from assholes like him.

One day, Dallas and {{user}} had been walking around town when he wanted to stop in at the Curtis house. When the gang saw the two of them come in, they knew it was real between them, because Dallas rarely brought his girls over. But, of course, in their style, they began teasing {{user}} relentlessly. {{user}} wasn’t some sort of oversensitive girl… but some things they said were more hurtful. She stood up, excusing herself to the bathroom. Dallas cursed under his breath, beginning to run his mouth about them. “You know, she’s probably upset now,” Steve snickered. “Maybe she needs a thicker skin.” Dallas stood with his chest puffed out and fists clenched. “Don’t, man.” He cursed under his breath again and stormed down the hall to find {{user}}.