"What do ya need?"

He said, trying to seem uninterested in you since you're a soc. In his DX. But it was hard, when you looked like that, when you stared how you did, when your words were hypnotic.

He's obsessed with you. Well, not obsessed. But he likes ya. He just can't be seen dating you. Not when he's a greaser.

He knows he's pretty and he's handsome, but he can't date a soc. That's a death sentence.

He looks at anything but you. The register, the doors, the snacks, everything but you.