Sorry about the late update, I felt really uninspired this time. I'm pretty sure I got out the first version of this chapter rather fast, but that didn't mean it was the greatest. I had to do plenty of editing. I think this version is more reasonable than it used to be.

Also, I might go over write more than the forty chapters I had originally planned. Most of it would be filler though, so I wanted to get opinions before I actually did anything. Not that I would add anything extra any time soon. I might make pole, but I might not.

I do not own the Outsiders.

Dallas looked over at the girl who walked quickly beside him in order to keep up. He had to admit, the girl was rather unique. He supposed the curly waist length strawberry blond hair was normal enough, and so was her height. As was the heart shaped face, button nose, and the small pink, full lips. But her eyes weren't normal. After all, most people didn't have violet eyes. Not that those things mattered, the fancy clothes and manners were enough to tell him all he needed. This girl was a soc.

Dallas' lip curled slightly as he looked at the nervous expression as she looked around. She'd undoubtedly lived a sheltered life with mommy and daddy dearest in some fancy big house being waited on hand and foot. She probably had a Labradoodle, or some other fancy, expensive hybrid dog. There was probably a doting boyfriend back at home and at least a half dozen love struck idiots waiting to fill the position

And speaking of the girl ... Dallas turned abruptly to her making her jump slightly in a humorously annoying way as he said, "What is it?" The girl bit her lip before she asked carefully, "So, what exactly is this 'DX'?" Dallas raised an eyebrow, (blame Two-Bit for that) and said, "You're kidding, right? You asked to be taken there, an' you don't know what the DX is?" The girl pursed her lips in obvious discomfort as she said, "My Aunt simply told me to meet her there. She did not tell me where, or what, it was."

Dallas scoffed as he said, "So, she's an idiot too." The girl pursed her lips as she fired back, "On the contrary, Aunt Cristy merely wanted me be to more self reliant." Despite the certainty in her voice, the girl's expression showed that she didn't fully believe her own words. Dallas muttered, "Whatever." briefly before he said, "So that other soc wasn't you're boyfriend. The girl nodded as she explained, "He had introduced himself and began hitting on me shortly before I ran into you."

The girl paused for a second before she said slowly, "May I ask you a question?" "No." The girl flinched at his swiftly response and bit her lip softly as she appeared to be thinking hard about something. After a couple minutes passed, she said, "Regardless, I feel that I should ask this question. I could not help but notice the words 'soc and 'greaser'. I have never heard them before, so can you explain them to me?"

The girl waited patiently until Dallas said shortly, "Fine." It wasn't because Dallas wanted to tell her, but one of the most basic rules of their generation in Tulsa was to know their place, and she clearly didn't know hers. "Soc, it's short for socials. Their the west side rich snots. People like you. And greasers, we're the east side group. We're hoods if you know what that is."

The girl pursed her lips before she said, "Do you mean hoodlums?" Dallas grinned dangerously and she shivered and took a slight step away. Dallas chuckled at the slightly frighted look on her face. It was almost too easy to upset the blond teen. Dallas turned away from the girl as he continued to walk, he was certain the rest of the trip would be silent.

Contrary to what he expected a hesitant female voice asked, "Are you from Tulsa?" Dallas' head snapped in the girls direction and he gave her a hard look. The girl flinched, and he asked, "And why should I tell you?" The girl bit her lip again, before she finally said, "No reason, I just was trying to start a conversation." Dallas snorted before he snapped, "Don't."

The girl nodded briefly before she mouthed 'okay'. The rest of the journey was mercifully silent. The girl had apparently learned her lesson and made no further attempt to talk to Dallas. His lips pursed as he looked at her, if she wasn't a soc, wasn't so nervous and formal, he supposed she could be somewhat interesting.

Once they reached the DX Dallas turned toward the girl and said, "We're here, so pay up." The girl handed him the money and appeared to be having an internal argument before she said, "I know you didn't do anything you did to help me, but, thank you anyways. I promise I will not take it for granted. Dallas grunted in response, her apology made him feel uncomfortable.

The girl hesitated briefly before she said, "This is goodbye then, and since we are unlikely to meet again ..." She held out her hand calmly as she waited for his reaction. Dallas frown at her hand, but the girl continued to hold it out this time. After a minute he reluctantly admitted to himself that took guts for her to stand there like that, and shook her hand. Her small hand felt as smooth as a baby's butt, but it felt surprisingly cold in his own.

For some unexplainable reason, Dallas look at her face, and found himself looking at a pair of gentle, violet eyes. He couldn't have looked at her for more than a few moments before a high female voice screeched, "Stop touching my niece, you delinquent." An older hand snatched the girls hand from him and Dallas glared at the middle aged woman who sneered at him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the girl blush and whisper, "Aunt Cristy, I think ..." Whatever she thought, Dallas wouldn't learn as her Aunt gave her a hard look that made the younger girl flinch before she was dragged her to an amber Sting Ray and practically pushed her in before she stalked over to the drivers side and got in.

The girl turned to Dallas with an apologetic loo on her face, but Dallas looked away from her with an indifferent look on his face. Both women disgusted him. The woman was just like any other wealthy snob, and the girl was a little pushover. He continued to refuse to look over as the car drove off.

After a while, Dallas noticed Steve giving his a curios look and rolled his eyes. He didn't particularly care to explain why he had been seen with a socy girl, so he walked away. It only took a half minute to decide to go to Buck Merril's. After what had happened that day, he saw no problem in smoking a cigarette and having a beer or three.

I decided that the aunt shouldn't know about the greaser soc conflict. It didn't really make sense to me that she did. Also I felt that Dallas had to act more hostile to Andromeda that he did before.

And to MiniHorseMeadow, (Thanks for the only review) I do plan on giving Andromeda a nickname, but that happens latter, and the story told from Andromeda's Pov will always have her full name to differentiate it from Dallas's.

Please leave a review, I really enjoy reading them.