Look, on this account, I write stories and I really don't CARE how people view them. It's just for fun. And personally, I think this is something Dally would do. So shut up and read, and then hate me forever for it. PISS OFF.

Love ya :)

Shona

Dallas Winston doesn't do school functions. Dances, pep rally's, socials, they're all for losers who don't have actually lives in the first place.

He hates pep rallies because Dallas Winston doesn't have 'pep' in any way, shape or form. He will also beat the living tar out of anyone who tries to put 'pep' in him.

He hates socials because he hates people. Social interaction of any kind is unnecessary, and the closest he's got to talking to someone in school was to tell them he hated them or to ask for a cigarette.

He hates dances with a burning passion. Nothing could have seemed more idiotic, foolish, and downright embarrassing then dancing- especially slow-dancing. Slow-dancing was the devil's spawn.

Maybe it was because he hated dancing, or maybe it was because he mom got pregnant with him after a school dance, but nothing that had ever crossed made him angrier.

So maybe it was fate that Maddie Barker waltzed into Tulsa High School with the same hatred of school functions as Dally right as Dally lost a bet.

"I win," Two-Bit said, smiling at the sports section. Rainy Parade had won the Kentucky Derby instead of the favorite to win, Lucky Stars. That meant Dally owed Two-Bit $15.

Dally rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "About the money..."

Two-Bit cocked his head and grinned, "A little short on cash?"

Dally nodded, looking down at his shoes. He looked up pleadingly. "Can I work it off or something?"

Two-Bit had no idea what he was going to tell Dally to do. He looked around for inspiration- and found it. A tall, blonde with a heck of an ass putting away books in her locker, and then turning around to glare at the world- no one in particular, just the world in general.

Two-Bit giggled like a little girl. "I've got a better idea," he whispered. "Unless you're scared?"

Dally's eyes were wide. "Whatever it is, I'll do it," he said. He wasn't scared of anything.

"How do you feel about prom?"

Except that.