"Hey, quit harassing them, huh?" Dallas shouted, grasping the knife in his pocket and glaring at the Socs gathering around you. Ever since you two had started dating you'd been harassed by other people in your school and neighborhood.

The group around you scattered, and Dallas chuckled. Then you collapsed suddenly on the sidewalk, clutching your side, "Doll?"

He ran over and pulled your shoulders up, "What's going on? What are you doing? Are you-" His eyes lowered down to the huge red stain on your top. "Shit. Shit!"