Sorry mom, I'm in love with a Greaser ~ the outsiders ~ greasers x reader

Chapter Five

You wake up to a knock on the door. "Oh for gods sake", you think, you're done with all this greaser vs soc nonsense. You quickly put on some shorts and a hoodie and run down the stairs to open the door. Before you even put your hand on the door, you could smell smoke. It made you tense up. The doorbell then went. It shocked you. You gathered up the courage and opened the door.

"Hello, y/n", says a deep, growling voice.
Stood there, was Dallas Winston. His eyes looked dark and mysterious, you couldn't work out the expression on his face. In his left hand he was holding a bouquet of perfectly red roses.
"I'm sorry", he then says, realising that you are breath-taken and unable to speak.
"I thought you were never nice", you then say, after a few moments of shocked silence.
He smiles.
"Don't push it".
You laugh out loud. You holds out the bouquet to you and you take them, blushing.
"Can I come in?" He then asks, looking sincere.

"You must never interact with Dallas Winston", you remember your mother's voice saying.
"He's dangerous", your fathers voice says in your head.

"Sure, come in", you say. Every part of your body is saying no to him being near you. Alarm bells were screaming in your head.

He walks pastbyou, looking around your large house. You then take him up to see your bedroom. He just stands in the corner not really knowing what to do. You could tell that he's not used to being nice to people and it makes him uncomfortable.

"Are you okay?" You ask him.
"Yeah, it's just, this feels wrong. Being in a socs house. I feel like I don't belong here, it's too high status." He says, looking kind of shy. You'd never have imagined him like this.
"I'm not a soc-"
"Look at your house, y/n. Maybe your not a soc, but you should be, you deserve to be. You have money, looks, you could have the perfect life. Don't ruin it by hanging out with us greases".
"I'm not ruining it Dallas. I don't want to hang out with the socs anyway, they're horrible people."
"If you think they're horrible people, you haven't seen us in action". He says.
You then feel a bit sick. He sees it in your face.
"I must go, before you call the police on me. Goodbye y/n". He says, walking himself out of your house. You feel confused and shocked.

Later that day, your mother comes into your room.
"Y/n, what's this?" She says, holding up the white T-shirt that Steve had left at your house. She had found it in your washing basket.
"It's my friends. She let me borrow it because I spilt Coke on mine".
"Y/n don't disrespect me with these lies. Which of your friends was this meant to belong to? Cherry? Because I don't think Cherry with ever wear grease, and this T-shirt stinks of grease and cigarettes."
You look down at your bed.
"So I'm going to ask you again, who's T-shirt is this?" She once again asks.
"Steve's" you reply in a mumble.
"Steve Who?" She asks, he voice becoming more raised every word.
"Randle. Steve Randle".
"They little greaser? The one that works with cars?"
"I don't kno-"
"HOW DONT YOU KNOW? So you don't even speak to the men that you sleep around with?" She says, jumping to conclusions.
"I didn't sleep with him" you say, frightened that your mom won't believe you.
"Y/n, I'm really disappointed in this. I expect better of a privileged girl like you".
She then walks out, leaving Steve's T-shirt on the floor. You get really angry. Hot tears pouring down you face. You decide that you're going to walk to the Curtiss house to give the T-shirt back to Steve.

You decide to get changed into jeans and a crop top with a cropped fur jacket over the top. You put your best perfume on, trying to make yourself feel better. You look on your dresser and see that some of your jewellery is missing. Your confused. You haven't worn them outside so you couldn't have lost it. About £500 worth of necklaces and earrings were gone. You shrug it off, hoping that they will turn up somewhere.

You go downstairs.
"Y/N" you hear shouting from the living room.
You walk in to see your dad standing there, extremely red in the face and angry.
"Where the hell has my money gone?"
You look over to see his wallet that he was holding open, empty.
"I don't kno-" you begin to say. Suddenly it clicked. Dallas Winston. Dallas has stolen your money. That's why he was being so nice. All he wanted was your money. That's why he left to suddenly. You sprint upstairs and grab the roses and run to the Curtiss house. Roses in one hand and Steve's T-shirt in the other. You looked like some scene from a romantic comedy.