you were a greaser. well, on the edge of being a greaser. most people classified you as someone in the middle; neither a soc or grease. but really, you had defined yourself as a greaser to get on the good side of some certain people.

dallas winston, specifically. the brunette had caught your eye when you were at one of buck's parties, and you could manage to look away. he was horrible for you. in the cooler half the time, breaking up and getting back with his girlfriend the other half. though you think this is the last time they'll break up. you had heard half of it. it sounded bad.

you were a pretty normal person. nice and that kind of shit, so it was odd for you to be so utterly attracted to someone so opposing your personality. but dallas was like a breath of fresh air―if you ever talked to him that was.

dallas had found himself at the corner of another one of buck's parties. it always seemed that there was one going on. lit cigarette in hand, he took a drag of the cancer stick, sighing the smoke out as his eyes scanned over the noise.

piercing blue eyes flicked over to meet yours. though in his eyes you were just another broad at one of buck's parties. they moved away from your gaze just as quickly as they had met.