Cherry's POV

I was staying at Marcia's house from now on since my family was currently mad at me. They loved Bob and when the cheating rumor got out, they decided to leave my stuff on the lawn. When I had asked Ponyboy if Dally asked about me the other day, I was disappointed with my answer. The only reason Dally wouldn't talk about me is because of what I said. God, sometimes I'm an idiot.

"Cherry, we gotta get to school." Marcia shook me awake. I got up and told her to drive to school without me.

"You sure?" She asked. I nodded my approval. I was going to do something...rebellious today. I took my time getting ready and eating breakfast. I carried a backpack, but not with books. It was empty.

Here was my plan: I was going to skip school and go steal some greaser-looking clothes. Then, a switchblade and some cigarettes. If I was going to be a greaser, I had to do it right. I walked into the nearest clothing store on Soc territory. The lady was a Soc with short bleach blonde hair and brown eyes, who wasn't paying any mind to me.

"Hey," I spoke to her. She lifted her head up. "That person that you just checked out said something about your clothes on the way out." I knew what got to a Soc the most: a rude remark about them. The lady automatically looked heated and stomped outside. I took this opportunity to grab a white shirt, leather jacket, and jeans. They were in a box in the corner for some reason. Maybe lost and found? I started to change my clothes and throw my old clothes in my backpack. I escaped through the back door and threw my old Soc clothes in the dumpster beside the door. I was never going back to them.

Next, I had to go get my switchblade. Every Soc or Greaser had one. I was afraid of them, but I was going to have to succumb my fear if I wanted to become a greaser. I walked around the hardware store aimlessly, looking for anything. I spotted a switchblade and shoved it into my pocket. I also saw a cigarette packet and took that too. I look up at the mirrors on the ceiling and the cashier was watching me! I had to make a run for it.

"Hey, I saw you steal that weapon!" He yelled after me. He was probably phoning the fuzz, too. I ran as fast as I could and I heard the sirens behind me get louder. A lose wire on a fence cut my arm. I felt it for a second, and then the pain was gone. It must be the adrenaline. I felt and arm pull on me as I reached a lonesome alley. I yelped but a hand covered my mouth. I noticed the silver ring. It was Dally!

"Dally!" I hugged him without thinking and he pushed me away.

"The hell are you doing? And what are you wearing?" He looked me up and down. I caught my breath before answering.

"I...just stole a switchblade, some cigarettes, and these clothes." He looked at me disapprovingly.

"God, when will you stop trying to act like a greaser, man? You'll always be a dumb Soc!" He was gripping my arm and shaking me.

"Dally!" I screamed. He immediately let go. He heard the sirens and began running with me. We ran all the way to his house.

Dally's POV

That dumb Soc, Cherry. What has she gotten herself into? Doesn't she know that becoming a greaser isn't some trend? It's hell! I'm a hood and I have my good times but mostly, I hate it! I hate seeing the people I care about getting caught up in the same mess I did when I was in New York. My dad was probably out getting drunk somewhere so I dropped Cherry at my house to hide from the cops. No one really knew where my house was, so the cops wouldn't show up here. Cherry fell back on the couch, breathing heavily. I saw a wide gash in her arm.

"Cherry..." I said, coming closer to examine it.

"What?" She asked.

"Your arm. I'm sure there's a First Aid kit around here..." I began looking in our kitchen cabinets and then found it in the bathroom. I didn't know the first thing about First Aid, so Cherry walked me through it.

"Take a sip of this." I handed her one of my dad's liquor. The one thing I knew was that alcohol numbed the pain. Sadly, I learned that from my old man. She hesitated, then drank it. She coughed for a minute and then I began the procedure. I wiped the alcohol on her with a piece of cloth and bandaged it up.

In a few minutes, Cherry was passed out on my couch. I went into the kitchen, sat at the table, and drank a few bottles of beer. I was on my third bottle when she came stalking in, sleepily.

"Why did you go through all that to be a greaser?" I asked her the question that had been burning into my mind. I felt like I knew the answer, but I wanted clarity. She dropped down in the seat across from me.

"I...I like you, Dallas. I told Ponyboy about it that night at the drive-in," she answered. Her words were sort of slurred. Did she drink too much of my dad's liquor?

"So you wanted to get closer to me by being like me?" I questioned matter-of-fact like while taking a sip of beer.

"I guess so..." She held her head in her hands.

"Look, Cherry." I put my hand under her chin. She looked up at me. "I don't care if you're a Soc or greaser, or neither. I like you too." I felt embarrassed spilling my feelings like this. I had never done it before, I usually just get a girl by flirting with her nonstop until she agrees to get into bed with me.

"Really?" Her eyes brightened and I chuckled softly.

"Yeah," I sighed. She reached across the table and took my head in her hands. Our lips met and fireworks went off in my head. I had been kissed before, but not this way. Not with meaning like Cherry did it. We broke it off and Cherry smiled widely. I smirked mischievously, and grabbed her hand. I led her down to my bedroom door and stopped. She did the honors of opening it.

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