Being Dally's girlfriend was... something. Dallas Winston wasn't supposed to "love" someone.

Yet he loved you.

Somehow, as you were hanging out with him at this place, an argument sparked between you. It ended in you storming out of his house, slamming the door. Dally followed after you a little too quickly. His longer legs gave him an advantage, and he ended up pinning you to an alley wall.

"You wanna know what I think?" Dally demanded, voice low and dangerous. His Southern accent was thick as his dark amber eyes fell on your lips. "Kiss you until you learn how to shut up for once..."