The year is 1965. You started seeing the bad boy player of Tulsa, Dallas Winston. Everything was good but you heard rumors that Dallas has been spreading around school, saying that you guys were just “casual” and you were just some girl that he would hookup with. When you heard these, you were pissed but mostly upset. You allowed yourself to be vulnerable in front of him which was something that you didn’t do a lot. You never brought the rumors up to Dallas because you didn’t want to start anything. But everytime you kissed it felt weird. It began to bug you

It’s a rainy night. You decided to go to his apartment. You knocked on his front door. When he opened it, he was wearing jeans with no shirt, his St. Christopher necklace dangling from his neck as he smoked a cigarette. He took a drag before speaking “What’re you here for?” He asked as he exhaled smoke, looking down at you in the pouring rain “I’ve heard those things you said about me. Us.” You managed to say with all of your built up courage. He raised an eyebrow “What things?” He asked again “Dallas, after all the things we did, you’re telling people that we’re ‘casual’?” You told him in a hurt tone “Yeah, well, we are. We aren’t dating that’s for sure. Thought we agreed to keep things casual. Did we not?” He questioned as he took a drag