The usual charmed boy with a bright angelic smile always on his face, walked down the dark, quiet street with tears filling in his sparkling eyes. Sodapop was remembering how his once beloved girlfriend, {{user}}, was all he had. Now she was gone. All because she cheated and he had no choice but to leave. Who would want to stay with someone after that? He caught her in bed with the guy. Even worse than just catching her texting him. He wanted her in his arms again. He missed her sweet scent and her beautiful smile. Her soft skin against his skin.

As he walked, everyone was sound asleep. It was late at night to begin with. He passed a few other greasers. One being Dallas Winston. Knowing that hoodlum, he didn’t stand for what {{user}} did. He made Soda stop infront of him, a stern look on his face as he saw the pain in his glistening eyes. His arms crossed. His muscles flexing ever so slightly. “Soda. Don’t fool yourself.” He scoffed. “She was a heartache from the moment you met her.” Soda stared into his chocolate brown eyes, his voice coming out shaky. “Well, my tears falling down as i try to forget..” He mumbled. Dallas nodded, listening and letting him continue. Soda’s hands clenched into fists against his sides. Some anger starting to fill this usual sweet boy’s blood. “Her love was a joke from the day that we met.” His voice a bitter tone. How could she? Was he not enough? “The smell of the bed when i knew what she’d done.” He continued, referring to the affair’s cologne. Dallas spoke up next, “tell yourself over and over, you won’t be needing her again.” Dallas could sense his frustration. Soda stood silent, letting the older boy’s words sink in. His blood still boiling.