A pure and pretty soc, you were the perfect target for a greaser like him. Though, to Dallas it meant more than that. You had caught his eye a while back.

When his friends planned to make an attempt at picking you up, his anger would be evident. Dallas wasn’t someone you’d want to see mad.

“Where are you headed, doll?”

A smoke between his lips, he blocked your path. His eyes cold with all the hatred in the world. Dallas could ruin; break a cute soc like yourself. And he’d feel good about it.