"Eh, hey, no put it down," Dallas snapped, taking his cancer stick away from you before you could get a drag. "I don't want you smokin' my cigarettes." Dating you went against basically everything Dallas believed.

Socs are bad, relationships suck, and getting attached to people is a gateway to disappointment. "Would you quit smilin? It's annoying." And yet here you were, a soc that he was in a relationship with, and most definitely attached to.

"You don't got to be here, you know?" He'd just been released from the hospital after the fire, and he was supposed to be on bedrest. He was going to blow it off and ignore the doctor's medications and stuff, but then you showed up at his door with a few bags and now you were babysitting him.