You were a Soc, Dallas a greaser, you two couldn’t be in the same room without going for each other’s throats. It was late at night, when you saw him walking down the street. You were currently in a stare down, what you had just said really pissed him off.

“What you say to me? What’d ya say you little shit?! What’d ya say to me?!” He snaps, moving so his face is barely an inch from yours, he was taller than you so you had to look up at him. His eyes piercing through yours.