So it has come to my attention-via comment, of course-that what I have so far is unrealistic and Evelyn is bratty and mooching off of Darry and Soda, seeing as they can hardly handle themselves and her financially. Because I've gotten so many positive comments and reactions on the story I'm going to keep what I have and what I have planned the same. However, if what I write seems wrong, unlikely, or just generally not good, please let me know so I can fix it! I can't cater to everyone with this but I don't want to write crap:) To all of my commenters/readers thank you guys so much, I love you! So without further rambling...

The days following our introduction, things were actually normal between Dally and me. I hung around with the guys sometimes but not nearly as much as I did with Evie and Kathy. They had become my best friends. We shopped together, we did each others' hair and makeup and nails, all that stuff.

Unfortunately, just as I was getting really comfortable, my transcript cleared. I would start school with Pony, Evie, Two-Bit and Kathy almost two weeks after arriving in Tulsa.

Yay education.

I woke up on my second to last free day before school began. The sun was shining outside and poured into the room like a blinding yellow spotlight. I rolled onto my side and realized that Soda was still sleeping, so it must've been pretty early. I crept out of bed, trying to be as quiet as possible, and into the bathroom for a quick shower. Darry and Pony's door was still shut so I was the first one up. I went downstairs and began to making breakfast. As I started frying eggs, I noticed a body on the couch, bottle in hand.

Two-Bit.

Just as I was throwing a blanket over him, Ponyboy walked out, rubbing his eyes.

"What are you doin up so early?" he asked groggily, sitting down at the table.

"Woke up, didn't feel like going back to sleep." I replied, setting a plate down in front of him. I began fixing more plates as Darry, and eventually Soda, walked into the kitchen fully dressed. Two-BIt remained unconscious on the sofa until Steve walked in yelling for Soda to get ready. He sat down eating like he hadn't eaten all week and later Johnny, Dally, Evie and Kathy showed up.

I loved the gang and Evie and Kathy but their random arrivals kinda confused me.

"What, are we throwin some big party or something?" I asked Soda.

He looked at me a bit confused.

"What's everyone doing here? Just hanging out or...?"
"Oh! No no. Darry doesn't have work today." He said, drinking his orange juice, as if that answered my question. Now it was my turn to be confused. When he looked back up at me I was giving him the same look of confusion he had just given me.

"When Darry doesn't have work, the guys go down to the vacant lot and play football. Girls are cheerleaders." he explained winking at me.

As if on cue, Steve and a newly revived Two-Bit, who had gotten into a fight with his parents, which explains his and his bottle's presence, ran out the door, followed by Darry, Ponyboy and Johnny. Soda took another drink and followed them out. Evie and Kathy had gone to the bathroom to fix their hair so now it was me and Dally.

In a room.

Alone.

With an awkward silence.

"So you, uh...you gonna play with us?" Dally all of a sudden asked.

"Good joke," I smiled. "No the only thing athletic about me is I'm an okay runner. Aside from that...cheerleading is a better idea for me."

He smirked and began walking a bit closer. His eyes, usually so open and obvious, held some secret now. That bugged the hell outta me. How can someone so easy to read have a secret?

I looked at him and his smirk deepened. He wasn't even a foot away from me now; I could feel his breath on my face.

"Well then, cheerleader. Cheer a special one for me, huh?" he said, lightly brushing his lips against my cheek. It wasn't a serious, boyfriend-like kiss on the cheek but my mind thought it was. His kiss made my head spin, my body tense up and the place where his lips touched my skin burned. I stood there, a little shocked and incredibly happy for a moment before I realized that he had already left the house.

"Evelyn!" a shrill voice behind me.

"I turned around, no doubt still a shocked look on my face, to see both Evie and Kathy watching from around the corner. Hopefully they hadn't seen that...

"Did he just...Dallas Winston...he..." Evie tried.

"Eve. Calm down." Kathy said to her. "So...you and Dally, huh?" She turned to me, a wicked smile on her face.

So they definitely saw it...

"No no. He's just, uh...he's just being...silly." I said, trying to come up with some excuse that didn't seem completely stupid.

"Evie, Dally doesn't act silly. He's too tough for that. Fact of the matter is...he likes you." Kathy said.

"How do you know he hasn't just found another target?" I said, averting my eyes and hoping to God that neither of them saw how excited the possibility of Dallas Winston liking me made me.

"Because. I've seen him before. When he sets his sights on a target, he's obnoxious. He tries to prove how manly and tuff he is to get her attention. He's arrogant and kinda mean," Evie said truthfully, Kathy nodding in agreement.

"Then she gives in, he fucks her and then leaves her. But that...that peck on the cheek...It may not seem like a lot to you, but to anyone who's seen Dally in action before, that kiss was sweet. And he's never done that before. Any other broad that he 'likes' he would've kissed full on the mouth. But you...I think he genuinely likes you, E."

Just as I was about to respond, Dally showed up at the door.

"Hey, Cheerleaders! Let's go, we're staring!" he urged.

Evie and Kathy walked out past him but I was stuck. I just stared at him, kinda still in shock.

"You okay, Evie?" He asked.

"Huh? Oh...yeah. Yeah." I mumbled, walking past him.

Dally Winston. Actually like me. Maybe. Wow.

Dally's POV

All the guys were gone now and Kathy and the other Evie were outta sight. There was just me and Evie. To stand there just staring at her would make me seem like a creep. Not what I needed.

"So you, uh...you gonna play with us?" Why did I ask that? She is a girl. Girls cheer. They always cheer, what the hell is wrong with me? Besides, I wouldn't want her playing. That's one face that I don't want messed up because she was playing rough. Not in that sense, anyway.

"Good joke," she smiled that dazzling smile. "No the only thing athletic about me is I'm an okay runner. Aside from that...cheerleading is a better idea for me."

That one smile gave me, though it definitely stunned me for a minute, gave me my confidence back. I slowly approached her. I couldn't full on kiss her, like I wanted to, that would probably freak her out and get me in some trouble with those cousins of hers. To cover up that disappointment, I put on my mask: my classic Dally smirk.

"Well then, cheerleader. Cheer a special one for me, huh?" I spoke as soft as I could manage without sounding sappy. Then I pecked her on the cheek. Her skin was as smooth as butter and I, again, fought the urge to full on kiss her. I pulled away, still masked in my smirk and walked out the front door.

So much for making sure she didn't know I like her. That was probably one of the most idiotic things I've ever done. What if she doesn't...no. I refuse to believe I didn't have a chance with her. I left before I saw her reaction to my little 'stunt' so I don't know what she's thinking. I turned around, expecting to see the three girls not too far behind me, but instead I saw an open, empty street. I automatically started walking back to the house.

When I got there I looked in the front door to see both Evies and Kathy in some conversation.

I can't just walk in there and ask her what she thought of me with them standing there. Or without them standing there, for that matter. So I dropped the case altogether.

"Hey, Cheerleaders! Let's go, we're staring!" I shouted, sticking my head in the door. My tone was its usual so they should not suspect anything...I hoped.

The other Evie and Kathy walked past me, neither making eye contact. So she must've told them...

Evie, however, just stood there, watching me. Her mysterious eyes questioned me and I couldn't answer so I didn't make eye contact with her.

"You okay, Evie?" I asked, looking at the ceiling, the floor, the kitchen table, anything but her. I could not look at her right now. I really hoped she'd hear the rest of that question.

You okay...with what I did?

Is it okay that I like you?

Do you like me?

Why did this chick do this to me? Of all the women I've had this has never happened. No little broad had ever made me act like this. Made me care.

"Huh? Oh...yeah. Yeah." She mumbled, walking right by me, not making eye contact.

She didn't hear those other questions, or if she did, she wasn't responding. Again I hate her for not being transparent, but maybe that's why I can't stay away from her. Maybe that's why I love her. If my 'sweet side' didn't pull her in, maybe when she sees me playing football she'll come around...

So this is one of those chapters; I really wanted to write but I didn't know where to start. So I'm sorry it sucks:/ aaaanyway, like I said. please comment, tell me your honest opinion aaand...I'll see ya soon:) xoxo