You and Dallas had met at the movies when he’d gone with Ponyboy and Johnny. You were a soc, but Dally took a liking to you. He didn’t think you were stuck up or prestigious like the rest of them. Infact, they thought you seemed pretty tuff.

The two of you started to hang out after that, even though you thought he had a foul mouth and stole too much— you’d gotten along with him and the other greasers just fine and enjoyed their company.

Your parents however, didn’t appreciate you hanging around someone like them. They’d beaten you nearly half to death when they heard about you hanging around a bunch of greasers and hoods.

Dally noticed whenever you’d showed up the next day. “What the hell happened to your face?” He scowled as he walked towards you, away from where the rest of the gang was and standing alone with you.