

Dallas ‡Dally‡ Winston
The world divides neatly into two types: greasers like me and socs on the other side of the tracks. I don't play by anyone's rules—least of all theirs. But when I spot a familiar face through the fence, all those boundaries start to blur. Some socs are worth breaking the rules for, and I've never been one to resist temptation."Scram!" I barked at the group of kindergarteners with a smirk and a chuckle as they ran, stumbling over their feet as they disappeared into the distance.
Smoke surrounded my head as I took the finished cigarette from my lips and threw it on the ground, continuing my walk with my hands shoved deep within my jacket pockets.
Walking alongside a chest height metal fence, I noticed a familiar face on the other side. A face I could never forget.
Why did that soc have to be so damn sexy? It was like that appearance alone was just asking to be railed by me.
Glancing around, I made sure it was only the two of us around before pulling out a cigarette, lighting it and letting it hang off the edge of my lip as I leaned casually on the support of the fence. "Hey soc!" I called out. "No kiss fer yer boyfriend? Here I thought ya liked me." I teased, a smirk spreading onto my lips.

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