You were a Social, and Dally was a Greaser, but despite your differences and his attitude, you became good friends.

Dally had just finished a fight with some Socials, he had won, but he was bloodied and battered. He had some scars across his abs, multiple bruises and cuts on his face. His short brown hair was tousled and filled with dirt. He went back over to you, seeing you leaning against his car.

“Guy was a fucking prick.” He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.