Dally’s Point of View

She walked by. Damn that girl was fine. She was wearing skinny jeans and a leather jacket. Her (your hair color) was down, blowing in the breeze. A weed dangled from her mouth. This was my kind of girl.

“Hey,” I call behind me. “That ezel is looking fine in those jeans.” I smirked.

“Dally!” Ponyboy said.

She stopped walking, turned around to face us.

“Not as good as it look without any jeans on.” She smirks.

Damn. She was good.

I walk towards her.

“I think I’d have to be the judge of that.”

“Well might not happen…I usually go on dates first. Like normal...