![]() Dally saw you look back at them and grin in victory, turning back to your friends and giggling.ĭally liked you he liked you a lot. The Soc girls grabbed each other by the arm and stormed straight out of the room in pure embarrassment. You even earned a few slow claps from other groups of greasers who had been watching. Both you and he could hear the Soc girls gasp from the other side of the room and turn around in complete horror of your rudeness. You put your one hand behind your back and, out in the open, flipped the Soc girls off.ĭally’s face erupted into a grin. The girls are as bad as the boys, he thought, just harassment in a different form.ĭally noticed your angular jaw set and your eyes roll you had had enough. well… Soc girls.ĭally’s eyebrows furrowed in disapproval. Scoffing and giggling to themselves, they pointed and laughed like a bunch of snobby. The Socs on the other side had made it extremely evident they were singling you out of the crowd. Dally studied your face closely from a distance you were clearly aggravated, and Dally knew exactly why. ![]() The Soc girls’ giggles echoed through the room. But that one last look you took at him when you thought no one was looking gave you away. ![]() Dally was impressed, extremely impressed, as you turned back to your friends and told them off with a roll of your eyes, as if you were annoyed. Your small smile gave away too much of your emotion to be too Greaser as you continued to size him up. Your bright eyes were missing that tough, hard signature look of a hood. Other than you clothes, nothing about you screamed Greaser. ![]() Then and there, he saw it: what made you different. You turned, you and Dally’s eyes meeting. He watched closely as your friend pointed at him, whispering something to the group. You were the typical greaser girl- ripped jeans, off-the-shoulder shirt, and converse- but something made you stand out. He immediately picked you out of the whopping 5 of you. Little did Dally know, you stood in that group with your friends, back to the Socs. Dally had been around girls long enough he knew exactly what they were doing: pointing and laughing at a group of Greaser girls closest to him. The Soc girls, dressed in their colorful madras skirts, were the only group facing the Greasers. He knew he was wasting his time.īut there was one group of girls, on both sides, that didn’t take notice of Dally at all. Soc girls sent him disgusted looks, as if he was a piece of trash, and occasionally greaser girls sent him small winks, which he playfully returned, just to see them turn to their friends and giggle. They acknowledged each other’s presence only by sending menacing glares back and forth.ĭally was not at all hidden as he leaned against the wall. Here were no mixing, mingling, or talking between the two. It was the people he was interested in.Īs always, there was a very clear division between the two sides of the room: Greasers on one side, Socs on the other. In the back corner was a large table with odd looking foods that were definitely made for the teachers, and the worst music they could have ever came up with echoed through the room, bouncing from wall to wall.īut as he stood alone on the back wall, not even attempting to hide the cigarette dangling from his mouth from the teachers, none of this interested Dally. The lights were almost all the way dimmed so you could really only see silhouettes, but if you squinted, you could make out small details. Everyone was crammed together in an extremely small gym, the stench of sweat and extreme body heat radiating through the atmosphere. It was your typical high school dance in Tulsa. Dallas Winston had absolutely no idea even how to find love, so when Pony and Johnny talked about the dance, he thought he might as well start here.Īnd, oh, was “here” as crappy as he remembered it. He wanted something that was his, something he could call his own.Īnd that’s why he was here, at this run-down dance, looking to pick up some unknowing high school chick. Dally wasn’t interested in wonderful or magical. Everyone always talked about how wonderful, how magical it was. But that didn’t mean he didn’t want love. He wanted love.ĭally had never had something even close to love before. He, Dallas Winston, was the only member of the gang without one.Which he thought was extremely hard to fathom.ĭammit, even Two-Bit has a girl! he scolded himself.ĭeep inside, even though he would never admit it, Dally wanted a little more than a girl to toy around with. But everyone else in the entire gang was out tonight. It was a boring, crappy high school dance and if he had had something better to do, he would have done it. Dally Imagine: The first time he sees youĭally never wanted to go to the dance.
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