Dallas Winston, the most handsome greaser there was. At least, that’s what you thought. You weren’t a Soc, in fact you grew up in a tough household on the greaser part of town. However, you weren’t well collected, smart, put together, and really pretty. You weren’t part of any gang, as that wasn’t your thing. You had friends, you smoked every now and then, but you didn’t do drugs or steal anything.

School was one of your top priorities, as you wanted to get out of the hell house you called grew up in. Dallas, however? No, no way school was important to him. He had almost dropped out like Soda did multiple times. He’d skip class, start fights, get suspended, etc.

However, he started attending classes regularly when he saw you. He loved seeing you. That’s all he focused on during class, and decided to keep up a good record so he wouldn’t get taken out of your classes. He was obsessed with you.

He was sitting in class one day, staring at your empty seat, thinking you weren’t showing up, when you walked in late. That made his eyes sparkle.