Andromeda stared at Dallas, she did not understand his hostility at all. And what was a soc? The way Dallas had said it made it sound like it was something bad. Her heart sunk when she remembered that he called her a soc. Andromeda could only hope that everything turned out all right.

Taking in a calming breath Andromeda spoke to Dallas, "So, what is the DX? I have never heard of it before today." She held he breath as she waited for his reply.

True to form, Dallas scowled and harshly responded, " It's a gas station." Andromeda glanced away, he had said it like what he really mean to say was, 'Are you stupid?' Andromeda continued to talk, "We do not have a DX where I am from, just Dixie and Hancock."

Andromeda did not want to talk to Dallas, But something drew her to him. Something in his harsh nature made her want to talk to him, find out about him, learn from him.

"Did you always live in Tulsa, Dallas.", Andromeda's voice was soft, she knew that she was potentially poking a bear, but she could not help herself. She had to learn something about him.

Dallas glared at her, "No." He did not want to hash out his life story for a soc to examine, but there was one thing ... "I spent most of my life in New York, I was arrested for the first time there. I was ten." Dallas smirked when she turned pale and flinched, this was too easy.

Despite her obvious fear, she continued to talk, "Could you suggest a good place for me to eat." Dallas groaned, was she stupid? "How should I know where a Soc would like to eat? I only go to the places that greasers go to."

The girl's mouth formed a silent 'o' in surprise. How did she not know that fact, it was important to know what side you were on. You had to stick with your own kind. You forget that, you get hurt.

'This place is strange', Andromeda thought, 'First Soc and now the term greaser? This place is nothing like California.' Looking up, she saw a sign that said DX in bold letters. Andromeda sighed in relief, they were finally there.

Turning to Dallas, she smiled shyly and said, "Thank you Dallas, It was really kind of you to help me like that two times. I will not forget your kindness, that I am sure of." her smile widened, "Maybe I will be able to help you some day." Andromeda breathed inhaled a shaky breath, "I guess this is goodby, then." She held her hand out to Dallas again, hoping this time he would accept her handshake.

Dallas frowned and her hand for a moment, then he reached over and shook it. Andromeda could feel her heart beat faster. his hand was large, and rough, callous covered his fingers and palm. He grasped Andromeda's hand in firm grip, like he would never let go of it.

She lifted her eyes from their hands to look into Dallas' eyes. His cold eyes intrigued Andromeda, would it be possible for anyone to melt the ice inside of them?

An eternity seemed to pass before a woman's screeching voice interrupted the peace, "LET GO OF MY NIECE YOU FILTHY GREASER!" A gnarled hand reached over and ripped Dallas' hand off of Andromeda.

Andromeda took in her Aunt Cristy's vivid red and silver hair. Her pale, wrinkled face was sharp. Thin lips and steely grey eyes showed her rage. Her aunt was wearing an expensive orange silk dress and cream heels.

Andromeda blushed, mortified by her aunts rude comment. She opened her mouth to apologize to Dallas, but yelped instead as her aunt grabbed her hand, and dragged her to her amber Sting Ray Corvette. her Aunt Cristy yanked open the door, and pushed her inside. She fastened Andromeda's seat-belt, and slammed her door before walking around to the driver's side to get in.

Andromeda looked at Dallas and made an expression that said 'I am sorry about this, I really, really am.' Dallas simply looked back at her, the ice in his eyes seemed to have grown thicker.

Then the car started and began to roll away. Andromeda watched as Dallas turned to walk away, and rested her hand on the window as she was driven away. Eventually Andromeda sighed and looked at her aunt. "It is good to see you Aunt Cristy. I truly am glad to be here."

Aunt Cristy mouth thinned and she hissed, "What was that Disgusting greaser doing, holding your hand like that!"

Andromeda blinked in surprise at the venom in her aunt's voice. "Aunt Cristy," she said softly, "What do the terms 'greaser' and 'soc' mean?"

Aunt Cristy looked at her, "A soc, as those greasers call us, is one of the social élite. We are the sophisticated group. Our men wear madras plaid, and we wear silk and use fine china. The greasers are vagabonds, hoodlums that smoke, swear, get drunk, and commit all acts of evil."

Andromeda thought back to the two boys. the two boys that wanted to, no she would not think about it. She would not think about it. "Have you ever heard the names Robert Sheldon and Randy Adderson before." Her Aunt beamed at her, "Of course I have. They are our boys, not some filthy greasers. They are such sweet boys."

Andromeda blinked at her Aunt Cristy in surprise. How did she not know how terrible they were? 'I will not be directing you nowhere, I am have you whether you like it or not', Andromeda shivered as Robert's words echoed in her mind. She hoped that she would never see him again.

Andromeda's mind drifted to Dallas, his hands were warm.

The girl turned to Dallas and smiled shyly, "Thank you Dallas, It was really kind of you to help me like that two times. I will not forget your kindness, that I am sure of." her smile widened as she continued, "Maybe I will be able to help you some day." Dallas listened as she drew in a shakes breath, "I guess this is goodby, then."

She held out her hand again, and he looked at it. Should he accept this time? Letting go of his concerns, Dallas reached over and shook her hand. Unsurprisingly, her small, creamy hand was soft. Smooth as a baby's butt. But, surprisingly, it was freezing cold. Dallas had expected her hand to be warm, like her eyes. He held her hand, and she lifted her head to look at him.

They stayed like that for who know how long. Then, "LET GO OF MY NIECE YOU FILTHY GREASER!" Dallas's hand was ripped from hers and he thought, 'Hey, what gives?'.

He watched as the wrinkled woman put the girl into the car and shut the door. The girl looked guiltily at him. Her expression clearly asked, no begged for forgiveness. But Dallas wasn't gonna forgive. The car started and Dallas turned away, he was disgusted with both of them. The woman for her rudeness, and the girl for her weakness.

"Hey Dallas," Sodapop called as he and Steve ran over, "What were you doing with a soc?" Steve nodded in consent.

Dallas groaned, "It started when I heard some girl screamin'." I thought she was a greasy girl, so I ran to help. Saw two guy on her, one held her arms, the other was kissing her, he using his tongue and everything. When I got closer, I heard them talking bout having their way with her. So I hit em', cowards ran away fast. That's when I noticed she was a soc. Then the brat begged me to take her here, her stupid aunt told her to find it on her own. So I showed her, and she made me shake her hand too."

Steve and Soda looked shocked, "A soc was going to Rape one of their own?! Steve yelled.

Dallas nodded curtly, it confused him too. Soda look in the direction they had gone in, "What was her name?" Dallas stiffened slightly at the question, "Anastasia, Anabella, I dunno, it was some long fancy name that started with 'a'. It don't mater much she's a soc. You stick with your own."

Steve and Soda nodded in agreement and turned away.

Dallas looked after her, 'If she was a greasy girl' he wished. Shaking his head, Dallas scolded himself. If she was a greasy girl he would tease her for being shy, and Soda would be dating her. Dallas bristled at the last thought, She was a soc, so it didn't matter.

Looking around, Dallas decided to go to visit Buck Merril. A drink and a cigarette would help, maybe he'd even get drunk.