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ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ʀ ʜ ᴏ ᴜ s ᴇ
a loud bang was against your door, being confuse. wondering who would be at your door this early you opened it
"are your bags pack?" dally raised an eyebrow, waiting for answer
"first of all how did you figure out where I live?" you said in a concern tone
"i dropped you off yesterday" he pointed out. "the word came out early, you're coming with me"
he made his way inside, but you tried to stop him. "if my parents see someone like you in my house, i'll be dead!"
"good to know" he smirked. "another one of your kind will be down"
"can't you whisper?" you asked in a lower tone
"fine" he begun to whisper, getting impatient. "i don't trust you knowing who and when my buds killed that guy. so you are coming"
"no i'm not!" you defend yourself. "didn't you say you'll meet them in five days?"
"look who was paying attention" dallas responds. he looked you up and down. "someone will be able to recognize i'm with soc girl instead of a greaser"
"and?" you raised an eyebrow, hating how the world evolved around this class system you guys were stuck in
dally looked shock. "you want me to get jumped? i brought you some of my clothes and my friends" he threw a jean jacket at your face
"isn't this what you guys wear?" you tugged the jacket. it has a strong scent of burnt and cheap used cigarettes. "it smells like cigarettes"
"it's fine just pair it with a white top and skirt and you're a greaser" he took the jacket, also noticing the strong scent lingering on it. "all broads smoke, you'll blend in"
"stop calling me a broad" your lower tone began to raise higher, fed up with the term
"fine sweetie" he smiled, hoping it'll make you happy, "throw rest of my stuff into a bag and yours and come out in ten. don't make me be waiting in the car. we need to leave straightaway"
"okay..." you gave him an awkward smile. dally left the house, keeping the door wide and open
"how is this happening!" you cried to yourself
just an day ago, you were serving tables of a diner and now you trying to run away from the cops for something you didn't do
you knew hands were going to be thrown if you didn't meet with dally. you ran up the stairs, in a panic. entering your room you threw in random pieces of clothing
