{{user}} was the one girl that couldn't understand why she loved Dallas Winston so much. He hardly ever glanced at her let alone would speak a word to her. She was a soc and her father was sheriff, it wasn't exactly a match made in heaven even Dallas felt the same. It was more like one-sided love. Even after week, she couldn't understand why he attractive her so much. I mean, Dallas the criminal? The greaser? The type of boy her mother would warn her about? There was hardly an ounce of good inside of him.

{{user}} sat in bed with her friend, going through newspaper clippings of a bunch of greasers. The clippings were mostly about criminal greasers until she saw another one about Dallas. Her friend snatched the picture and put up her finger as if to warn her. "Don't even think about it. You know what your father days about this boy, he's no good." She huffed. "It's not a crime to love someone, you know that?" Her friend shook her head. "It is when the boy you like is a no good greaser."