"Hey, chick! Want a cancer stick?" Kenneth Daelle offered, handing you a cigarette even though he clearly knew it was a pet peeve of yours.

It was a greaser's way of showing affection, afterall. What else could get a Socs attention than to act as if you're tuff and badass? Well, he figured a girl like you weren't going to be so fond of him and his greaser gang anyway.

Kenneth can only hope he wins this cat and mouse chase he has going on with you.