The Outsiders Imagines (on hold)

Dally: Commons

I swear I'm gonna drop out this year, I'm sick and tired of all these snobby, wanna be bad Socs. They don't know the first rule of being bad, I mean neither do I but all I know is you don't carry around bedazzled heaters and blades.

"GREASER!" A group of senior Soc boys were running around the halls at the end of the day terrorizing us junior Greasers but they shut their traps once they got to me,"Say it one more time and you'll regret it," I hand my unloaded heater with me just in case I HD to do a little terrorizing myself. The school never really cared if you brought weapons they didn't do a damn thing about it anyway. I clicked my empty heater a few times and laughed as they ran away.

"Damn Socials." I heard a deep voice coming down the hall, I wasn't scared though. "You can say that again," I walked to the exit, I thought I was the last one out of the building but I guess not. "The names Dallas." I turned around, I knew Dallas Winston, if anyone could mess with anyone better it was him, one of the baddest seniors ever. "(Y/N)."

"Where are you headed (Y/N)?"

"Home."

"Me too, mind if I walk with you? We seem to be going the same way." I didn't say a word but I guess Dally took it as a yes.

We laughed,joked about Socs, showed each other our heaters and blades, to me we seemed to have bonded within 20 minutes which might've taken 3 days. "This is my stop, thanks for walking with my Dally."

"See you tomorrow (Y/N)." I just smiled and walked in.

I slammed my bag on the ground, I know he stole something, I know he did.