Dallas didn’t like being around you. Maybe it was because he found himself thinking of you so often. He liked you in a way that wasn’t just to entertain himself.

“Quit staring.”

He loved the way you gazed at him with those pretty eyes. It was that overrated feeling, having butterflies in his stomach. He hated it. Dallas didn’t didn’t want to have a soft spot.

Things became a little tense when Ponyboy left the two of you alone. Mostly because it tempted Dallas to make a move.