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Dally imagine made for Skyler! Special request :)

My names Skyler, I've been a greaser my whole life. I met the gang about 10 years ago, and to be honest, since that day my life hasn't been the same. I never really had a problem with Soc's, since I was quiet and stayed to my self and didn't walk the streets at 2:oo am, I never gave them the opportunity to jump me. Until I met the gang I never got jumped at all. The guys were always there jumping on the soc's. I love having then there but don't get me wrong I can most definitely take care of myself. But having soc's, who play sports, and work out like the meat heads they are, I have no chance against them alone since I'm a 5'5 blonde that most likely couldn't take 5 bulky teens at one time. Anyways, the whole reason I'm rambling on about getting jumped is because I nearly died one time from getting jumped. I would have if it wasn't for Dally. I'll tell you the story of how it happened.

**flashback**

I walked quietly across the cold concrete as the rain hit my shoes and I tried to dodge it from hitting my face. I knew I was in for it, I just knew. My parents were gonna kill me. I spent the day with (Y/F/N) and I fell asleep. I wasn't allowed to stay anywhere over night, my parents don't trust me. It's now 2:00 am and I'm walking my myself nearly freezing to death. In the matter of four minutes my parents were no longer the source of my worries. I heard a slight roar of a mustang in the background. "Shit-shit-shit-shit!" I mentally yelled and face palmed myself. The roar was getting closer and I couldn't stop my legs from shaking. "Hey grease, want some fries with that shake?! Woahh!!" One of the filthy pigs yelled. Anger flew through me and I wasn't as scared now. "Don't you have a mile to run, or some protein shake to hopefully choke on?!" I spat at them, as I stopped walking and pulled out a cancer stick as they stepped out of the car and leaned on the side of the mustang. "Hmm feisty, just how I like em." One said grossly. "Bite me." I said as I spit at their shoe. "Grab her." The one I think Bob said to another soc. They didn't hesitate. They grabbed my arms and shoved me to the ground. I didn't panic too awful much, I've been beat up before. I've been punched in the face before, their punches were just more powerful and it seemed to me they tryin to kill me. "You think it's cute to smoke?!" One yelled, it sounded like he was screaming but the noise was muffled since I was bleeding from my right ear. He picked up my cancer stick that landed on the ground beside me when they punched me, it was still lit; he put the burning hot end on my forearm and pressed down, I screamed in pain and tried to get away, only to receive more blows to the head. I started to pass out. All of the sudden a different shadow appeared. Is it--Dally?! He grabbed the main soc and punched him in the face about 5 times then slung one over his back. The other three ran. "Skyler, you're gonna get yourself killed!" Dally yelled as he picked me up and carried me. "I'm so-sorry." I mumbled about 5 minutes later. "For what?" He asked "for causing that trouble." I said sadly as I let a tear fall. "I'd never mind saving you, I love you." His words took me by surprise "I love you too Dally." I smiled.

**flashback over**

Who know Dallas Wiinston would scar my life..

Hope you liked it solitary0409 :)