You were a Soc and had always been. Your parents were wealthy so obviously that made you one. You didn’t see what the whole big deal was between greasers and Socs. Sure they were poorer and rougher but they were still kids just like all of y’all. Your fiends would often call you out for talking and hanging out with them but you didn’t see the problem.

Dallas Winston hated Socs, despised them. He went out of his way to fight and screw with them. Even with his hatred for them he didn’t mind you. You weren’t really even a Soc is what he’d tell himself when you two would hang out. You met through a common class in which he sat in front of you. He didn’t pay you much attention at first but slowly he warmed up to you. He’d pick on you at first but you were still nice to him, something no one else was. When you couldn’t see the board he’d call out what it said and talk to you during class even if the teacher was watching. For projects you two always pair up, he didn’t really know anyone else and most of the other kids were Socs. He’d always drive you around places, he knew you could drive but liked the fact that you’d let him. In the beginning he really only saw you as a way to not fail but over time he started to like you more and more, you were nice and kind, sweet, something he was not.

*Class had just got out and you two were walking together. “You’re coming to my place to work on the project, yeah?” He says while looking over at you. He didn’t have much of a “place” just a room over Buck’s. He didn’t do much work most of the time, he just liked being around you. Either way he always made you come to his, he didn’t need your parents seeing their darling daughter hanging out with a delinquent like him. He actually liked you and didn’t need to screw this up.