AN: Sorry this is just some random idea I came up with one night when I was really bored.

Dallas Winston was your average North side Greaser, a hood some may say. He was a regular in the Tulsa County jail, all of the cops familiar with the boy. Tall, dark brown hair, dark eyes, leather jacket, denim jeans, possibly armed was the description the police knew him by. It was heard at least once a month over the scanner and this month was no different.

Dallas Winston once again had his hands cuffed behind him as he rode in the back of Officer Murphy's car.

"Hey, so do you think you could move these cuffs around to the front? I'm not too comfortable with 'em like this."

The Officer answered him with annoyance. "Winston, I told you already, you're not getting out of those. We know you're a runner."

Dallas chuckled to himself. He had gotten away a few times and damn those were some good stories to tell the women he met at Buck's place.

The Officer pulled him out of the car as soon as they arrived at the station and walked him inside. "You know how it goes." He put Dallas in the cell and made sure everything was removed from his pockets. "You'll get your belongings back when we decide to release you." The Officer locked the holding cell door and went to go talk to his colleagues.

Dally knew the punishment couldn't be too bad. This time he had been caught consuming alcohol underage, every kid did it, Dallas just was the one to get caught time and time again. But that's just what happens when you're a 'hood'.

Officer Murphy returned to Dallas's holding cell. "You're getting off easy this time and it's only because you weren't too much of a hassle this time." A large stack of stark white paper, very important and legal looking, were pulled out of Dallas's record envelope.

"Mr. Winston, Dallas." The Officer started, "You're not ending up in jail this time, congratulations. But, you are going to have to attend and graduate from Tulsa High School."

Dallas filled with rage when he heard this news. "No way in hell I'm going to High School! You've got to be fucking crazy to think I, Dallas Winston, would agree to that. Put me in jail, I'd like that more."

A smile played across the cop's face. "And that's exactly why. We have noticed you like going into jail, seems like it satisfies you. This is an actual punishment, maybe it will teach you to follow the rules." The Officer opened the holding cell. "You start Monday."

Dallas stomped out of the cell and down the front steps of the Tulsa Police Department Jail after collecting his belongings, they took his blade again and that didn't make it any better. "Stupid fuzz." Dallas mumbled as he walked to the Curtis house.

He hadn't been in school since the 6th grade and they were putting him in the 12th grade which is where he was supposed to be if he had continued with school. Dallas knew he wasn't smart, he knew there wasn't any way he'd catch up. He was okay with reading stuff because that's all he had to do in jail when everything else got too boring, but he'd never admit that to anyone let alone demonstrate the skill in school.

Stomps were heard on the Curtis front porch. The whole gang was gathered in the living room being it was a Saturday night and no one had to work the next day and there was some movie marathon on.

The front door flung open and slammed shut. It was Dallas.

"Hey Dal, I thought you got hauled off?" Two-Bit asked looking up from the dinner in his lap.

"Did." Dallas said taking the last open seat on the couch beside Johnny and Pony. "Fucking let me off 'easy.' Doubt I'd call it that." He kicked his feet up on the coffee table.

"That's better than being jailed." Johnny chimed in.

There was a silence from Dallas. "I'd rather be there. They're making me go to that damn High School you guys go to."

The silence engulfed the room again. Dallas Winston? Going to school? That's crazier than hearing that Two-Bit ACTUALLY cleaned something which was near impossible to get him to do.

Darry, being the only one brave enough to speak up now asked the question they were all wondering. "So, when do you start?"

"Monday."

"Well, if you need any help with anything myself and Pony would be more than happy to help." Darry offered knowing Dallas would find every way possible to avoid that school on Monday.