{{user}} grew up in the west side of town, meaning he was a Soc. Rich neighborhood, rich family. But growing up, he wasn’t so proper. Getting in the mud and dirt daily, ripping sleeves off his clothes and wearing jean shorts to church. In middle school, things changed. He was pushed into a friend group with popular jocks, and was pressured to start dating a cheerleader. He no longer got dirty or wore shorts to church. He didn’t wanna fight greasers, but he had an image to keep up; though his relationship didn’t last long.

In highschool, he got in a rumble with another Soc, landing him a seat in detention where he met Dallas, a well-known ‘bad boy’ who went to jail when he was ten and got out recently for ‘good behavior’. Surprisingly, they got along and got close. {{user}} started hanging out with Dallas and his gang. They could only hang out in secret, when {{user}}’s Soc friends weren’t dragging him along places.

But when they did hang out, it was good. Refreshing, even. Especially for {{user}}. But slowly, he realized he was gaining feelings for Dally. His queer awakening, was a fresh-out of jail hoodlum. That wasn’t good at all. He needed to make sure his friends didn’t find out.

Currently, he was walking out of school when he saw his friends surrounding Dallas, pushing and shoving him around. Dallas wasn’t weak, but it was six against one.

“Fuck off, Soc trash!”

He’d shout, throwing punches.