More than a feeling (Dallas Winston)

Chapter 1: The Alley

Hola. This was supposed to be only like 1,000 words long but I continued trying because if I would've stopped I probably would've forgotten it all and lost motivation. I'm mildly proud of how long this chapter is but I think I could've written it better. If any of y'all have any suggestions feel free to tell me. I promise the next chapter gonna be interesting tho. Also sorry I took a while to get this chapter out. I wrote it all within a day but I had to correct my grammer and spelling so that took a while. I also had to delete all of the "said"s because I was just writing my thoughts. I wasn't writing to make it sound good. Anywho you probably bored reading this boring little paragraph so I'll stop babbling. Hope you enjoy :D

God damn, it's cold. I thought as I wandered down the cracked sidewalk that led to who knows where. All I wore was my old faded yellow pair of Converse, black sweatpants, and a black hoodie. I would've chosen a warmer hoodie, but I wasn't thinking about the temperature outside then. I glanced at my phone and saw that the time was already 1:03 in the morning and that I had multiple missed texts and calls from probably a very worried Tessa. I wasn't sure where I was going, but I sure as hell wasn't looking forward to going back to the house.

After a few minutes, I looked up and noticed I wasn't as far from the house as I had thought. I wasn't in the best spot to be at such an early hour, and definitely not alone. That place was known as a hang-out spot for Socs that wandered out of their territory looking to jump some unknowing Greaser. Everyone knew to steer clear of the alleys unless they wanted trouble, but there were some Greasers like Dallas Winston or the Shepard gang who liked the thrill of being there. Usually, I would hang around if I was looking for something to do, but I didn't feel like messing with anyone at that moment. I should probably start heading back before Tessa thinks I'm dead, I thought to myself.

As I started to turn around, I heard multiple voices talking in one of the alleys.

"Fuck," I sighed as I silently walked toward the voices.

Down the alley, I saw two boys backing towards a brick wall covered with graffiti.

"This isn't your territory," One boy said shakily, trying to act tough even though you could see fear in his eyes.

Surrounding the boys were 3 Socs. Each looked like they had a reasonably good build and smelled heavily of beer and cologne.

"I don't give a damn if it is or not," One of the taller Socs snarled at the boy as he stepped towards them.

The Soc took a sip of his beer, and as he did so, I could see a few rings gleaming in the dim moonlight. He took another step forward, and his friends followed close behind.

"Johnny, run!!" The lighter-haired boy screamed at the other. Before the darker-haired one could move, the Soc with the rings punched the other boy. He fell back, quickly put his hand to his face, and stared at the Soc with a look of pure terror.

"Pony, are you okay!?" the boy, presumably named Johnny, screamed, looking equally as scared.

"I'm fine..." Pony mumbled. As Johnny turned to face the Socs, one of them rummaged around in their back pocket and pulled something out. Shit. The Soc brought his hand up and dragged the knife across Johnny's arm. It didn't look like it went very deep, but it still would hurt like hell. The Soc laughed, shook the blood of the knife, and shoved it back in his pocket. I looked around and saw nothing I could use, so I slowly crept up behind the Socs.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I snarled as I punched the closest one. He fell to the ground and grabbed his nose, swearing as blood poured down his face.