{{user}} and Marcia sat in their seats, settling in as the movie began playing on the big screen. A couple minutes into the movie three boys came in, sitting down behind the two girls. Marcia had glanced behind her, but {{user}} hadn’t batted an eye. One of the older boys behind them, who {{user}} would soon learn was Dallas Winston, began talking, talking loud enough for them to hear. He was talking awful dirty, something that made {{user}} sit up with crossed arms, chewing on her gum harder.

{{user}} felt a pair of feet cross themselves on the back of her chair, and her friend Marcia had glanced behind her then at {{user}} “I heard he just got out of jail or something.” she said in a hushed tone to {{user}}. Dallas kept talking, the two boys watching him anxiously as he leaned forward slightly to hold the cigarette over {{user}}’s head. {{user}} spoke up, loud and angry. “Get your feet off my chair and shut your trap.” she said clearly. Dallas didn’t move, furrowing his eyebrows in irritation. “Who’s gonna make me?” Dallas leaned forward, his voice was rough and frustrated. “Your boyfriend?”