You went into the bathroom and shut the door. The whole concession area was looking at you, you could just feel it. You took off, ignoring the man's yelling for you being in the way, and headed for the bathroom. The soda stained and made your shirt see through. "Shit." You sternly whispered under your breath. You spun around, and before you had a chance to put your lid on, you bumped into someone, spilling the brown soda all over your brand new white sweater. Your friend was still paying for her cup. You paid for your cup with ice and headed towards the soda machine. Dally left, which you secretly wish he would not have done, but he did, and that was probably best. You sighed in disgust and turned back around. "It's kind of hard for me to get lost when you follow me around everywhere." Dally shrugged. If you leaned in just a little bit closer.You decided to step back, but kept your glare icy and arms crossed. "Get lost." There was so much tension in that moment. "I thought we had been over this already, but I'll refresh your memory just a little bit," You said, and stepped closer to his face. Dally was standing right behind you in that same leather jacket and that same smirk on his face. "Are you following me?" A voice said and you spun around. Let's get in line for a soda, I'm so thirsty." You went and stood in line, listening to your friend talk about all the boys who were after her, but in the back of your head, you kept thinking about Dally. He loves getting any sort of attention either indirectly or directly from you." Your friend said. Your friend pointed towards him, but you slapped her hand away. You laughed to yourself when you saw him walk in with his gang. The drive-in was packed, like usual, and guess who else was there. There's no way you would ever in a million year, ever, never spend time alone with Dallas Winston. But, like your friend said, forbidden lover. The way he walked, the way he would always smile after every buggin' comment made towards you, and the way he drove around town in an old car him and Soda fixed up real nice about last year. Deep down though, you knew she was right. In a bad boy, forbidden lover kind of way." Your friend whispered to you. Then, there was Dally, and only God knows where he gets his weekly few dollar bills from. Your dad owned all the town banks and your mom's side of the family owned a chain of grocery stores. You were a soc, and a very upper class one at that. The main thing that separated you from Dallas Winston was your social statuses. "Get lost, greaser." You replied from across the street. I would hate for you to get a speck of dirt on those brand new shoes daddy bought you." he said. He would always make some comment you would just roll your eyes at, and today was no different. You always saw him everywhere you went, whether it be the drive-in, liquor store, park, or just walking down the streets. You and dally were never really the closest of friends, but it was best that way.
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