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Chapter 8

I was at another one of my parents buisness parties. It was getting late and I was sick of all these people walking around my house. I almost groaned out load when I saw my mother walk into the kitchen with the preppy son of my fathers boss.

"Honey...This is Aaron Clark, Brians son." My mother introduced. I flashed him a fake smile and said; "Yes, I already know who he is."

'Only because you introduced him to me at the last party...and the one before that...and the one before that...' I thought setting my punch down on the counter. I wasn't stupid, it was clear my mother wanted Brian and I to get together. Thinking this, I snickered. 'If only my mother knew how boring he was!' I thought. Aaron was the typical golden boy with his short dark hair and his shiny leather football jacket. Brian stepped into the room with my father.

'Well, just look at these two." Brian said, with this slick lawyer grin on his face. I took that as my cue to leave.

I'm going for a walk, mom."I said as I walked into the hallway to get my jean jacket, aware that Aaron was following me. Aarom smiled and asked; "I was wondering if you minded if I accomanied you." I locked my jaw before something obscene slipped out while my dads boss was around. "Sure." I said through clenched teeth. Aaron grabbed his jacket and we made our way outside.

Aaron kept up the conversation. In forty minutes time I had found out everything past, present and future...including everything from the fact that he was going to university on a football scholorship to what he got his little sister for her birthday last month.

"We should probably head back." He said as we approached the end of the socs territory. I smirked and asked; "What are you afraid?" He pointed to a gang of greasers headed our way and said; "You should be."

My eyes widened as Aaron took my hand and spun me around started heading away from the greasers. My heart sped up as I heard the gangs footsteps dragging on the pavement, they we're gaining on us. Suddenly I stopped and turned. Aaron said; "Crazy bitch." He took off running. I smirked. 'Coward.' I thought. 'Oh well, this will be much easier to do alone.'

I smiled my sexiest smile and said; "Hey boys, how about you all buy my some drinks." The hoods stopped in their tracks.

It wasn't long until I had them all convinced not to go after Aaron and to take me out to party...At Bucks.

I walked into the big old building and was met with scantily clad greaser girls and greased up hoods. There was smoke everywhere and the music was blaring. I sat beside one of the greasers I had walked in with and made him believe I was there of my own will. After I had completely and utterly gained his trust I excused myself to go to the ladies room.

"I'll be right back down."I called over my shoulder. 'Like Hell I would." I thought as I climbed the stairs. I walked up the hallway, looking for Dallys room. I found it and knocked, hoping he would be there so I wouldn't have to let myself in. No one answered so I took the key out of my pocket. Just as I opened the door, the greaser from downstairs appeared at the top of the stairs. I rushed inside the room and closed and locked the door. I turned around to face it as the greaser started pounding on it.

"I don't think Dallas Winston would be too happy to see that you broke his damn door down so fuck off or he'll break your damn neck!" I yelled. The pounding stopped and I heard footsteps go down the stairs. I turned around, convinced that the danger was gone only to see Dally, soaking wet with a towel wrapped around his waist. He had been in the shower when I had knocked.

"What trouble did you run into this time, doll?" He asked. Meanwhile, I was distracted by the way the water dripped down his lean body and how his blonde hair was even wilder when wet....

I shook myself out of my daydreamed state. 'What are you, a little school girl?' I scolded myself. 'This is Dallas we're talking about.'

He cocked an eyebrow when I didn't answer his question. "I ran into a gang of greasers, and I thought I'd best play along until I could get...well... here." I explained, feeling a little foolish.

He nodded and motioned for me to sit down while he grabbed some clothes and went back into the small bathroom to change.

He came out moments later, wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans. "What are you planin' on doin'." He asked. I shrugged, I had no idea. "Listen, you could spend the night here and I could walk you home in the mornin or I could walk you home right now. Whichever you prefer." Dally suggested as he lit up a cigarette.

"I think....maybe...you should just walk me home, if thats not a problem." I asked. "Naw it's no sweat." He replied and he threw on his brown leather jacket.

It took about an hour to get home. Dally and I stood under that same street light from the first time our paths crossed.

"I'm sure you can make it the rest of the way by yourself." He said. I laughed and replied; "Thats what you said that last time we did this."

He turned to leave and I said "Thanks for the help, Dal. I probably would've gotten my ass kick if it weren't for you." Dally smirked.

"The other hoods are starting to find out which socy girls they can't touch." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Haven't ya seen Curlys face lately?" He walked away.

Realization dawned on me.

Dallas Winston had kicked Curly Shepards ass.