I just love the greaser girls and the book doesn't do them any justice so here's a quick drabble I wrote in like ten minutes and zero editing bc I'm stupid. Yes this is also based on a Post Malone song

Sylvia grew up quickly learning to never wear her emotions on her sleeve, anything she felt was hidden behind her gleaming, brown eyes. Her sharp facial features stayed stone cold and expressionless, the makeup covering what she felt, despite the way her heart broke to pieces for Dallas. He never saw the times the walls she put up broke down the moment she was in her room. Whenever he would leave her for a drunk girl he picked up at the bar, or whenever she watched the cops shove his dusty ass into the back of their car his wrists cuffed behind him with that stupid smirk permanently fixed to his face. She wanted to convince herself she hated him, every fiber of her being should hate him, but deep down she knew just how dangerously attached she was to him. There were nights she would lay by his side watching his chest rise and fall and the peaceful look on his face where she wondered if they could make it through. The mornings came and the sun evaporated all the girlish, childish dreams she had for them.

There was a small pit in her stomach that night Dallas died, but she didn't give it much thought as she downed her fifth shot of whatever slosh Buck was calling whiskey. A boy from one of Tim's gang was whispering dirty promises to her ear and marking her neck but she knew deep inside this was meaningless he was just another lay. She noticed something off about the way Buck left his bar unattended and peeled off in his pickup truck. Slyvia perked up, she suddenly felt too sober for this as she pushed Mark or whatever he said his name was off of her. Time didn't seem real and the party around her seemed to exist in another world as Buck came back through the door with his jaw clenched harder than usual and his face pale and sick. Her blood ran cold and Sylvia feared the worse knowing tonight something was bound to go down.

Buck's words felt like they traveled through the water to reach her ears, the sounds felt distorted and slow as the blood rushing through her head made her feel dizzy. For the first time in years, Slyvia's mask cracked and she took a shaky breath before she realized she had been holding her breath in. It's amazing how everything she built up crumbled away in seconds and her eyes welled with tears that she couldn't hold back any longer. Dallas, the no good hood her mama always told her to stay away from. Dallas, the tough greaser who wasn't afraid of no soc. Dallas, the boy she wished would stop fighting the world so he could stop to see some good in it. Dallas, the boy who broke her heart, and this time there was no one left to fix it.