Some of the people writing this shit are seriously messed up. They are all talking about being Dallas Winston's girl. Well, let me tell you something - I was Dally's girlfriend up until about a week and a half before he died, so all of these people are fucking insane. He would have come back to me if that kid Johnny hadn't killed that soc and then died. We would have been back together two days after he took away that stupid ring that wasn't even really his.
Who the hell are all of these girls that people are talking about anyway? As far as I know, girls who hang around greasers aren't these little "Virgin Mary" types. And why on earth would Dally ever take all of these risks for girls he doesn't even know? Hell, the man don't even take risks for me, his own girl. He doesn't get into fights over me either; I have no idea why anyone would think he would for them. The only person that's worth anything to Dallas Winston is Dallas Winston.
That stupid kid Ponyboy and the rest of the crowd he hangs with says that Dally blamed us breaking up on me. When they asked if he broke up with me "again," apparently he said "Yeah, and this time it's for good. That little broad was two-timin' me again when I was in jail." That's what they claim, anyway.
I wasn't cheating though, not really. I was being taken advantage of. Sure, I was drunk, and maybe a little upset about Dally bein hauled in again - who wouldn't be? - , but I never thought that … Well that I would get caught.
Fucking Tim Shepard always knew how to push Dally's buttons and he found a way to do it whenever Dally wasn't even around. I was his way of tormenting his "best buddy." He may have thought that I was an easy little slut, but he shouldn't have underestimated me. I can - or could get Dally to come back to me whenever I wanted him.
Tim should have known that Dally would have done something after the last time we were caught. Dallas was steamed that night … I'll try to remember what happened; you people should have the treat of reading something that actually happened to the guy you "love" (even though I consider you all to be creepy stalkers). So next time I grace you with my presence, be prepared for a story that has Dallas Winston in it actually being his jackass-self.