"Do you want me to walk you home?" Cherry asked Farrah after the bell rang. They followed the crowd of anxious students out of the classroom and out into the bustling hallway. The sound of teenagers' loud voices was hard to hear over, so Farrah had to raise her tone for Cherry to hear her.
"Um, no. It's okay." She replied in a louder, uneasy tone, pulling some dark brown hair behind her ear. "I'll be fine going by myself. I already know you want to meet up with Bob."
At this, Cherry smiled a bit and stood on her tiptoes in search of her boyfriend. Farrah thought Bob and Cherry made an adorable couple, but she knew that they fought often. After all, Bob and his friends liked to drink a little more than the average teenager. Cherry, normally used to expressing her emotions easily, didn't like to talk about Bob's problem. She just went on like it was nothing.
"Are you sure about that?" Cherry asked, arching a perfect eyebrow at Farrah as they both walked outside.
Farrah hugged her books to her chest and nodded, saying, "I'm positive. You just go ahead and have fun fun fun til your Daddy takes your T-Bird away." The two girls giggled and made their way out towards the parking lot.
"Call me later, okay? I want to make sure you're still living after this." said Cherry as she got into her car. She started it up, waved goodbye, and drove towards the football field to pick up Bob. Farrah groaned, realizing she'd have to walk back through the eastside, and began to make her way home.
About halfway there, she heard the sound of inharmonious laughter coming from behind her. She turned around to see a group of Greasers in all their glory, laughing like they had never laughed before. A cloud of cigarette smoke circled above their grease-laden heads. Farrah held her breath and tried to move along faster.
One of the boys, a dark blonde kid named Mark Black, pointed over at an unknowing Farrah and said, "Well blow me down, boys! Is that a Soc I see?"
Dally looked ahead and realized who it was. He grinned in spite of this. "That's the chick I was telling you about, man. That bitchy one who told me off at the store the other day." He said it loud enough for her to hear, hoping to get her angry like before.
"What's she doing down here, then?" Mark asked, cracking his knuckles in a way more threatening than he had meant it to be. "This ain't her side of the tracks."
"I dunno," Chris Anderson, a muscular, copper-headed Greaser with curly hair, muttered with a menacing, seductive look in his eye. "But I think it's been a long time since I've had some fun."
He jogged up to meet Farrah, then slowed down to meet her pace. Her head was down so that she couldn't see him, but she still knew that he was there.
"'Scuse me, miss. I believe we haven't been formally introduced." said Chris, shoving his hand towards an unwilling Farrah. "I'm Chris Anderson. What's your name, babe?" Farrah didn't even respond, let alone shake his hand. She kept ignoring him, wishing with all her might that he would just leave her alone.
Chris grabbed Farrah by her arm and turned her towards him. He looked into her face and said, "Listen here. When I ask you your name, you give it to me. Unless you're deaf, you will answer me. Got it?"
"Get off of me!" Farrah cried as she struggled to get out of his grasp. Soon, the others had gathered around her and Chris. Most of them were cheering, egging their friend on. The only one who wasn't doing or saying anything was Dally. Something about watching the girl appear so helpless made him uneasy. She thrashed and fought against the stronger, taller Chris, shouting for him to stop. She even came close to kicking him in the groin, but he had stepped on her foot before she could even touch him. Finally, Dally decided on taking matters into his own hands.
"Chris, let her go, man." He said, pushing through the group to the front. Farrah's eyes widened at him as Chris raised an eyebrow. Dally just cleared his throat and told him, "She's mine, man." He took Farrah's arm and pulled her away from the group.
Dally left the others speechless and confused as he led a shocked Farrah down the sidewalk. He whispered to her, "Just follow my lead. I'm gonna take you down to the Curtises' place. You'll stay there until the coast is clear, and then you can go home."
"What makes you think I'm gonna trust you?" Farrah asked angrily, though not putting up a struggle to break free of him. She wondered why he stepped up to help her. Or was he just trying to have her to himself?
Dally tightened his grip on her arm and replied, "Don't get cocky with me, alright? I could've let Chris have you for his own sick pleasure. Be grateful." He knew what Chris was capable of, and he knew that if he hadn't taken action, Farrah would have told her rich Daddy and Chris would've been slapped with a huge lawsuit that he couldn't work his way out of.
"Hey, anybody home?" Dally called out once they were inside the house. They walked into the living room, and Dally told Farrah to sit on the couch. She took a seat on the worn out sofa while Dally took a look around the house. "Darry? Soda? Anyone here?"
Farrah crossed her arms and looked out the window. Those damn Greasers were still there at the end of the street! Why wouldn't they leave? How pathetic, thought Farrah. They're sticking around just to congratulate their buddy on his hook up! She almost wanted to run out of the house just to show those jerks.
Dally entered the room again and took a seat in the chair across from her, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. After inhaling it, he leaned back and glanced thoughtfully at Farrah. Her anger faded a little bit once she remembered his beautiful eyes.
"You've got spunk, kid." He told her.
"You've got a lot of nerve." She shot back. Dally chuckled and took a drag on his cigarette. He stared at her a minute or so, then asked, "So why's a richie like you livin' down here?"
Farrah replied resentfully, "Don't call me that. And I don't really think it's any of your business why I'm here." She didn't really care if he knew the reason. Truth be told, she just liked playing hard to get.
Dally rolled his eyes. "That's just like you richie girls. Always tryin' to be a tease."
"A tease?" Farrah shrieked, offended. "I'm not a tease!"
"I didn't say you were. I just said you're tryin' to be one."
"How dare you!"
"Tryin' a little too hard, if you ask me."
"You dirty hood!" Farrah walked over to him with her hand in the air, ready to strike, when Dally slid his hand around her neck and stared into her fiery eyes for a second. And a second was all it took for Farrah to calm down. He pulled her down towards him and kissed her on the lips. She gave in to this, and even let his hand roam her body freely.
He pulled away and immediately felt Farrah's palm against his cheek, a surprising force that he hadn't expected. Before he could watch her leave, she was already out the door and running down the road towards her house.
"Fucking Soc," Dally muttered before pulling out another cigarette from the pack.
3
Farrah sat on her bed, completely silent and completely still. The last few minutes had flown by her in a flash. She didn't understand what had just happened. Why had he done that? It just didn't make sense! He was Dallas Winston! Wild, rebellious Dallas Winston! And she was Farrah Addams. Polite, responsible Farrah Addams. He was a Greaser, and she was a Soc. Maybe he was just a pervert; a lust-filled pervert like all the rest of them.
But despite the fact that she was confused and slightly angered, she had come to one conclusion. She was in love with Dally.
A.N.: Update! This chapter took me FOREVER to write. I had such writer's block, and I probably rewrote it about three times! I hope it was a good one, and I made sure that Dally and Farrah interacted (finally!). Leave the love, please!