Hi guys! Me here with another songfic, YAY! Well this one is about one of the greaser's girlfriend's that we all love to hate, Sylvia! lol jk I always thought there had to be a reason for Sylvia cheating on Dal so this is kinda an explanation. And it's to the song There Are Worst Things I Could Do, from Grease. Here we go!

Disclaimer: I own no one, but I sure do wish I owned Dally! drools over self

Sylvia's POV

There are worse things I could do,
Than go with a boy or two.
Even though the neighborhood thinks I'm trashy,
And no good,
I suppose it could be true,
But there are worse things I could do.

I am once again loning it to the jail to see Dallas, since his dumbass decided to steal a car. On the way I was getting the dirtiest looks from people passing by. I guess that's cause they all think that I'm a slut because I supposively cheat on Dally. I really don't give a shit what they think, I just ignore it, because I know what they think is way off from the real truth. It all started when Dal cheated on me with Angela Shepard, a few years back. So to get back at him, I fucked Tim, plain and simple.

I could flirt with all the guys,
Smile at them and bat my eyes.
Press against them when we dance,
Make them think they stand a chance,
Then refuse to see it through.
That's a thing I'd never do.

But of course that's not how Dally tells it. To make himself look good, he tells people I fuck around with other guys when he's in the cooler, which if you haven't figured it out by now, is total bullshit. Sure I go to Buck's parties and flirt a little with other guys, but I have never slept with anyone else except for that one time with Tim.

I could stay home every night,
Wait around for Mr. Right.
Take cold showers every day,
And throw my life away,
On a dream that won't come true.

Why you may ask do I put up with all his shit, well what can I say, I love the asshole. I always have, and sadly I probably always will. Sure I've told him I do before, but he's never said it back, he only responds with, "I know." I mean sure I could leave his ass and wait for Mr. Right to come along, but I don't want to throw my life away. Dally is about as good as it's gonna get for me, and I faced up to that a long time ago.

I could hurt someone like me,
Out of spite or jealousy.
I dont steal and I dont lie,
But I can feel and I can cry.
A fact I'll bet you never knew.
But to cry in front of you,
That's the worse thing I could do.

I've only broken up with him once, and he started dating this one broad, I think her name was Amanda something, they were together for about three years. She was a strikingly beautiful girl, the kind you see in the movies, and it made me jealous as hell when he was with her. Not just because she was pretty, but cause I heard from Evie that he even told her he loved her. I was so blind with jealousy that I even planned on having her jumped, but at the last minute backed out cause of an attack of conscience. I couldn't hurt someone just cause they were going out with my ex. I've never stole, lied, or hurt anyone before, so why start now, I told myself. And all my jealousy was put to rest cause it wasn't long before he came knockin' on my door. Yes it may have just been for sex, but it still felt good to have him by me, to be mine again for even a little while. Something that killed me though was when it was over, cause he would just leave and go back to her. Of course he never thought how I felt about it, he never did. To him I was and still am just an object, not a person with feelings. I cried myself to sleep every time he would leave, but he never knew. By the time I got to the prison I was crying and I knew my makeup was running. As the guard led me to his cell, I quickly wiped my eyes, cause he hasn't and never will see the tears I cry for him.

Aww poor Sylvia! I love this one, and I hope u guys do too, remember to review!