Monday
( 4 days till Halloween )

Sandy, Evie and I stood in a small corner store in Tulsa's shopping area, surrounded by shelves filled with Halloween decorations, masks, and costumes. Greasers and socs strolled around with their friends, browsing the different clothing options and avoiding the other group. I really hoped we didn't run into anyone unwanted. Lately, my patience for drama and just people in general has been running low.

A soft sigh escaped my parted lips as I flipped a page of the Rolling Stone magazine I was currently reading. I had been reading a lot of these because the variety of different articles interested me. The stories ranged from current events to the newest trends and so on. I borrowed all of the magazines from the DX and finished reading each of them, even Cosmo and Vogue.

"Okay," Evie said from behind the curtain of the changing room. Sandy and I both watched from our seats as she pushed the curtains aside and stepped out. "What do you guys think?" She asked as she placed her hands on her hips and struck a pose.

Evie stood in a long, black dress that flowed just above her knees. She wore tall, heeled boots that matched perfectly, and there was a large, pointed hat on top of her head. It was a classic witch costume.

"I love it!" Sandy exclaimed as she jumped to her feet and clapped excitedly. She walked over to Evie and smiled at the costume, a look of approval.

"Diana?" Evie spoke as she glanced over to me.

I sent her a warm smile and nodded. "You look great." Evie sent me a wink as she grinned and walked back into the dressing room to get unchanged.

Sandy walked back over to me and placed an arm around my shoulder, guiding me out of the hallway where the dressing rooms were and into the costume aisles. "Okay, Diana, now it's time to find you a costume!"

I sighed dramatically as I said, "I don't need a costume though. It's just Halloween!"

"But everyone dresses up for Halloween," Sandy exclaimed. "You can't just show up to Lisa McCormack's party dressed in what you're wearing now." Her eyes glanced up and down at my outfit.

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I asked, slightly offended. "And who the hell is Lisa McComick?"

"It's McCormack." Sandy corrected.

I rolled my eyes and groaned. "Whatever."

"Lisa is a friend of mine from school, and she always hosts a Halloween party at her house, therefore you must show up in a costume," Sandy said in a lecturing tone.

"Parties aren't really my thing," I replied curtly.

"Guess we have to add that to the long list of fun things that Diana dislikes," Sandy laughed at her joke.

I cracked a small smile as I elbowed her arm. "Not funny," I said, chuckling slightly.

Evie walked out of the dressing room in her normal clothes, holding the costume bag in her arm as she made her way to join Sandy and me. "What are you guys talking about?" She asked curiously.

"Diana is refusing to go to Lisa's McCormack's Halloween party," Sandy replied.

Evie gasped and shook her head. "But you have to go! It's going to be so much fun." Sandy nodded along while Evie ran through a list of reasons for me to go to the party. "Theres going to be music and dancing, tons of alcohol, and a lot of good looking guys." Evie informed me.

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. "I'm not a good dancer, I don't drink, and I'm not interested in any of those guys," I stated.

"Okay, fine, but you still have to go," Evie responded.

"Yeah!" Sandy exclaimed, backing Evie up. "Plus, Sodapop, Steve, Two-Bit, and even Dally are going to be at the party."

"Dallas is going?" I scoffed. The two girls nodded. "Jeez, how'd you pull that one off?"

Sandy furrowed her eyebrows questioningly as she shared a confused look with Evie. "I don't know actually," Sandy said with a shrug.

"Yeah, Dally isn't really the 'high school party' type," Evie added. "I mean, don't get me wrong, free booze and single broads are kind of his thing, but he usually just skips the parties."

I rolled my eyes at the mention of alcohol and chics. A small part of me actually got annoyed when Evie said that, but I brushed off the feeling. "Why is he coming to this party then?" I asked.

"No idea," Sandy replied. "Soda told me that he didn't seem interested in it at first, but then he wanted to come all of a sudden."

"Weird," I trailed off.

"Yeah," Evie agreed, nodding along.

"Anyway!" Sandy blurted. "We still need to find you a costume for tonight." I groaned in aggravation as she grabbed my wrist and led me down another aisle. "I'm thinking something along the lines of simple and classic with a little greaser-style twist."

"What about a vampire?" Evie asked.

Sandy smiled and clapped as she said, "Oh, that's perfect!"

Evie turned to face me as she spoke, "Since you don't like dressing up, you can just borrow one of my black dresses and we can buy those fake teeth here."

"It's perfect for you," Sandy interrupted.

"So what do you think?" Evie asked.

"Alright, fine," I sighed.

"Great!" Sandy beamed. "Now you go find those teeth, while Evie and I pay for our costumes."

I nodded and turned on my heel, walking off in a different direction as Sandy and Evie made their way to the front counter. In the back of the store, there was a shelf full of props like fake blood, glue on vampire teeth, gnarly stick-on wounds, and more Halloween themed items. I grabbed a pair of vampire teeth and flipped over the small package to check the price. "Five dollars?" I groaned.

Recently, I've been running low on money, so I've been doing anything I can to avoid buying and paying for things. I glanced over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching me before I shoved the package into the pocket on the inside of my leather jacket.

"Diana?"

"Shit," I spoke to myself, thinking I was caught. I turned around and was surprised to see Cherry standing in front of me with a costume bag in her hands.

"Are you being a vampire this year?" She questioned me, motioning to the shelf of fake fangs I was standing in front of. Maybe she didn't catch me stealing, then.

"Yeah, I guess," I said with a nonchalant shrug.

Cherry sent me a small smile, but I didn't return the gesture. She was a fake, prissy soc girl and I didn't want to associate myself with her or her pathetic friends. "I'm Dorothy this year," she said while holding up her bag.

"How fascinating," I replied sarcastically.

Cherry sighed and shook her head. "Look, I know we aren't exactly friends-"

"You could say that again."

"But I'm really trying my best here to make amends with you," Cherry finished.

I rolled my eyes. "Isn't it obvious?"

She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as she responded, "Isn't what obvious?"

"I don't want to be your friend, Cherry," I exclaimed angrily. "It shouldn't come as much of a surprise when I say: I don't like you."

Cherry was complete taken aback. Her face scrunched as she thought of how she should respond. "I don't understand though," she said. "Why?"

I huffed in annoyance. Heat rose to my face as I balled my hands into fists. "You are the epitome of every rich asshole that thinks they're above everyone else. I've never hated anyone more in my whole life."

"Well, I'm sorry you feel that way, Diana.. Is it because of Bob and his friends?" She questioned cluelessly. I glared at her as she continued to ramble on. "I told him to leave you and Pony alone. I can't believe he was the one who gave Johnny that scar-" Cherry stopped herself from speaking when she saw my eyes widen.

"Bob was the guy that jumped Johnny?" I snapped.

Cherry shook her head apologetically. "Yeah.. I- I thought you already knew.. I'm sorry."

I took a threatening step closer to Cherry, glaring down at her fiercely. "You better listen good because I'm only going to say this once. Got it?" Cherry narrowed her eyes in an attempt to intimidate me, but to no avail. She backed down and nodded her head slowly. "Good," I stated. "If Bob, or Randy, messes with any of my friends again, I going to kill them."

Cherry paled at my threat. "I don't believe you," Cherry spoke, voice barely above a whisper.

I laughed darkly as I shook my head, and pulled out the red switchblade from my back pocket. I held the knife to my side discreetly and clicked it open. Cherry jumped and glanced down at the blade and then me. "Believe me now?" I hissed.

"Yes," Cherry whispered.

"Good," I said with a fake smile. I clicked the switchblade shut and placed in back into my pocket. "Now, go deliver the message to your boyfriend and stay away from me."

Cherry took a step backwards before turning around and quickly walking out of the store.

I made my way to the glass doors where Evie and Sandy stood with their costume bags. They were looking out the entrance at Cherry's retreating figure.

The two girls turned back around and faced me. "Damn Diana, what did you say to her?" Evie asked humorously.

I shrugged coolly as I walked out of the door and into the streets, Sandy and Evie following behind. "Nothing much," I responded.

"I didn't even know you knew Cherry Valance," Sandy added.

"No, I know her," I replied. "But she doesn't know me."

»»——⍟——««

I stood in front of a long mirror that was leaned against a wall, staring at my reflection as I turned slightly to see another angle.

Sandy and Evie had dropped me off at Buck's after shopping this morning. I had spent the majority of the day lounging around at the bar with Buck and Dallas before it started to darken outside. Now, the moon and stars were shining brightly in the sky and Lisa McComick's party starts ten minutes. I stood in my room, dressed and ready for the her yearly Halloween party.

I stood before my reflection in the mirror, and nodded in approval at my costume. Evie lent me a strapless, black dress that cut off mid thigh. It was a little risky and totally unapproved by society, but that was why I liked it so much. This is the first time I've ever worn a dress and I think it's safe to say that it definitely won't be the last. 

Of course, I paired the dress with my black combat boots and signature leather jacket. I let my long, brunette hair down, letting it flow naturally. A smile graced my lips and I saw the two vampire fangs that I carefully glued onto my real teeth.

Knock. Knock.

I turned on my heal and walked over to the door, grabbing the doorknob and opening it. Dallas stood before me wearing navy blue jeans and a black t-shirt. He had a brown leather jacket on that looked like it was brand new. I decided that this one was my favorite out of his, surprisingly, wide variety of jackets. I noticed the necklace that hung lowly across his chest. It was a St. Christopher chain, which he wore almost everyday.

Dallas' dark, brown eyes looked me up and down before meeting my own. I couldn't help the blush that rose to me cheeks as he stared at me with a small grin on his face. "You look nice," Dallas said with a fond look.

His comment caught me off guard, so I fumbled with my words. "Uh, thanks, you too." Dallas chuckled softly as I ran a hand through my hair, feeling slightly nervous for some reason. "What're you supposed to be?" I asked him.

Dallas held up a bloody wolf mask in his hand that I didn't notice he was holding before. The eyes were wide and sinister, and it's mouth had filler fangs. I had to admit, the mask was actually kind of frightening to look at. "It was all I had," Dallas said with a shrug.

I smirked and nodded. "No, I like it," I replied. "But if you wanted to be something really scary, I'd say leave the mask off."

Dallas rolled his eyes and pushed me jokingly. We shared a laugh as we made our way downstairs.

Buck was serving drinks to the regulars at the bar, and waved to Dallas and I on our way out. We walked through the nearly empty parking lot to a familiar Chevy camaro that was parked in a corner spot. "I didn't know that your car was out of the shop yet," I said as I opened the passenger door.

The two of us climbed into the silver car and sat down in its seats. Dallas put the keys in the ignition and started the engine as he responded, "Just got it today. Soda told me that the engine was fried."

I nodded along. "Yeah, I helped him fix it," I said. "Now, I can ride with you at the next race."

"Whatever you say, doll," Dallas said with a smirk.

He pulled out of Buck's parking lot and drove off onto the road. Since it was late, there were only a few cars on the streets, but it made the ride take up less time. Soon enough, we were pulling into a small, suburban neighborhood where colorful and detailed houses stood side-by-side. There was one house in particular that caught my eye because of the numerous cars that were parked in front of it and the crowd of disguised teens loitering on the lawn. The faint sound of music played from inside the decorated house.

I sighed as I pushed the door open and stepped out of the car. Dallas did the same and we met at the back of his Chevy, and two of us began walking towards the house party.

"How long do these things usually last?" I asked impatiently. I didn't even step inside the house yet, but I could tell it was going to be a long night. I just wanted to go back to my room at Buck's and watch the stars on the roof or read another Rolling Stone magazine.

"Probably till midnight," Dallas replied. I lolled my head backwards and groaned in annoyance. Dallas chuckled at my reaction. "You got a curfew or something, princess?"

I rolled my eyes at the nickname, but smiled anyway as I shook my head, no. "I just don't want to spend all night at some stupid high school party, when I've been a dropout since ninth grade."

Dallas scoffed as he said, "I didn't even make it to junior high."

I couldn't help but laugh at that. "Is that supposed to impress me or somethin'?"

Dallas shrugged. "I don't know," he chuckled softly.

When we finally made our way across the lawn and into the house, we were immediately engulfed in a large crowd of tipsy teens all swaying to the beat of the music that played over the chatter of conversations. Everyone was dressed up in some sort of Halloween costume, dancing and drinking in the living room. There was a small group of people playing that kissing card game, suck and blow, and another group of people playing twister in the corner of the room. Almost instantly, the strong scent of beer and sweat filled my nose, causing me to cringe and take a step backwards to walk back out of the door. Dallas grabbed my hand though and pulled me back inside. "Give it two hours, and if you're still bored then we'll leave."

"Fine," I huffed. "See ya in two." Dallas sent me one last smirk before walking off into another room. I kind of wished he stayed with me.

I wondered around the living room, pushing through drunk and high teenagers. In the corner, there was a small group of four girls playing twister as a boy shouted out different commands. "Right foot on blue!"

I stifled a laugh as I neared the group of tangled girls. I placed a hand on the boy's shoulder and smirked. "Hey, Two, what ya up to?"

Two-Bit turned to face me with a wide grin on his face. He pulled me in for a quick hug. My eyes widened and I stood in his embrace awkwardly, before he let go. "Diana! I'm can't believe you're here," he laughed.

"Yeah, neither can I," I remarked with a small smile. I glanced at his clothes before asking, "Where's your ghost costume?"

Two-Bit shrugged. "The costume hid my handsomeness from the ladies," Two-Bit said with a sly smile as he waved to the girls playing Twister. I rolled my eyes at him and the four girls who giggled and attempted to wave back. "Don't worry though, I'm going all in for trick-or-treating."

"Good thing I wasn't worrying!" I exclaimed sarcastically.

My comment flew right over Two-Bit's head as he spun the arrow on the Twister board. I watched as the hand swiftly spun around and around until it landed on 'left hand on yellow.' Two-Bit paused and turned to me again. "Diana, you wanna get in on this?" He asked excitedly.

I chuckled and shook my head. "No, it's cool. The game seems full right now."

Two-Bit glanced between me and the four girls before shaking his head, no. "Pff, the more the merrier!"

A small laugh escaped my lips before I replied, "I'm gonna have to pass you up on that offer."

"Alright, but now you owe me," Two-Bit added as he crossed his arms and tried to act smug.

"Your logic doesn't even make sense," I said with a smirk. Two-Bit swatted the air as I turned on my heel and walked away.

I wondered off into the kitchen, where I found Sandy and Sodapop versing Evie and Steve in a game of beer pong that was set up on a foldable table in the middle of the room. Steve held the small, plastic ball in his hand and bounced it on the table, sinking it into a red solo cup. The crowd watching erupted into either cheers or boos for the team, while Steve smack talked and Evie jumped in victory. Sodapop picked up the cup and quickly downed the drink in one sip. They only had one cup  remaining on their side; Steve and Evie had five on theirs.

I strolled over to stand beside Steve and gave him a high five. "Impressive," I said.

"I know right!" Steve exclaimed, seeming to be impressed with himself as well. "It's all in the arm." He pretended to throw another ball to prove his point.

"Diana, your costume looks great!" Evie beamed. I wasn't sure if it was the adrenaline rush or alcohol that gave her all this energy.

"Yeah, I'm glad it worked out!" Sandy shouted from across the table. She had a wide smile on her face as she gave me a thumbs up.

"Me too," I replied happily. I was actually quite content with my costume. "I like your guys' outfits too."

"Thanks!" Sodapop said as he hugged Sandy.

The couple coordinated their outfits and dressed as the classic Ken and Barbie dolls. Sodapop's pink v-neck matched Sandy's pink dress perfectly. It surprised me to see Sodapop in something that wasn't his DX uniform or a flannel.

Evie, of course, wore the witch costume she had picked out earlier at the Halloween store. Steve was dressed in his usual clothes, but painted his face a light shade of green and drew on fake stitches. His hair was gelled so it spiked up into the air in directions. Steve also had glue-on bolts stuck to the sides of his neck, making it obvious that he was dressed as Frankenstein.

"Alright, you're up Sandy," Sodapop said as he handed her the plastic ball. She gave him a curt nod and held the ball in the air, trying to aim it, but failing because it bounced on the rim of a cup and landed on the floor.

Evie picked up the ball and smirked. "That's it! You guys are done for," she remarked. Steve chanted encouragement from beside her as she tossed the ball across the table and landed it into the last cup. Everyone jumped up and cheered, while Sandy picked up the cup and drank the beer in it. Evie and Steve quickly hugged each other and laughed before pulling apart. I couldn't help but smile too.

Evie grabbed my arm and led me back out to the living room with Steve, Sodapop, and Sandy following after us. "This calls for a victory dance!" She proclaimed. I shook my head and tried to object, but Evie shushed me.

When the popular, Halloween song, Monster Mash, began to play on the radio, swarms of teens flooded into the living room to dance. Evie and Steve danced with each other, while Sodapop and Sandy bopped to the music. I stood there awkwardly until Two-Bit appeared by my side and grabbed my wrists, attempting to make me dance. "This is my jam!" Two-Bit yelled.

'He did the mash, he did the monster mash'

'The monster mash, it was a graveyard smash'

'He did the mash, it caught on in a flash'

'He did the mash, he did the monster mash'

Two-Bit continued to pull me along as he danced to the song. "Why aren't you dancing?" He asked.

"Well, you're already doing it for me, I responded with a shrug. "Plus, I don't like dancing."

Two-Bit shook his head. "Everyone likes dancing."

"Clearly not everyone," I said.

"You probably just not know how to dance then," Two-Bit laughed.

I rolled my eyes. "I know how to dance," I stated obviously.

Two-Bit let go off my hands, and motioned for me to prove it. "Go on then!"

"I don't feel like it right now," I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Liar!" Two-Bit exclaimed with a laugh.

I rolled my eyes as I began to walk away. "Yeah, whatever. Laugh all you want, Two!" I remarked.

"Don't worry, Diana, I will!" He shouted back through fits of laughter.

I couldn't help but chuckled myself. It was true that I didn't know how to dance, but I still don't like dancing.

Finally, I reached the edge of the crowd after pushing through all the drunk, dancing teens and found myself at the bottom of a staircase. I glanced over my shoulder before walking up the steps and onto the second floor of the house. I stood in a short, dim hallway that had four different doors, and a couple making out at the end of the hall. I cringed at the pair, unless it was simple stuff, PDA always made me uncomfortable.

I opened the first door on my right and walked into a, surprisingly, empty bedroom. The room was painted a simple coat of grey that matched the bed, chairs, and other furniture. This must be the parents room because of the lack of decoration. I walked over to tall, wooden dresser that stood in front of the wall next to the bed. There was an open jewelry box that was filled with shiny, silver necklaces, rings, earrings, and bracelets. My eyes widened at the sight of all the sparkling jewels. I instantly grabbed everything I could see and began shoving jewelry into my backpack. There was no way I was passing up the opportunity to steal and make easy cash.

After emptying out the entire jewelry box, I began opening different drawers on the dresser in search for the sock drawer, when I finally found it. My hands threw various colored socks behind me as I looked through the drawer. "Jackpot!" I whispered as I picked up a glass, jar full of money. This wasn't my first time robbing a house, and for some reason, everyone always keeps their cash in the sock drawer.

The hinges on the door began to creak open and my eyes immediately snapped to see a couple stumbling into the bedroom. I quickly dropped to my knees and crawled over to the bed, sliding underneath with the jar of cash still in my hand.

I heard a girl giggle as the couple continued to make out before the two paused and went silent. "What the hell happened in here?" The girl spoke worriedly. I heard her footsteps walk over to the dresser.

"Shit, Lisa! I told you not to let greasers into the party," the boy sighed in frustration. I rolled my eyes at his accusation, although, technically, I was classified as a greaser here.

"Not now, Tom!" The girl, who I assumed was Lisa, yelled at him. I got the feeling that this girl was Lisa McComick or whatever her name was. "All my mom's jewelry is gone, and my dad's savings jar is missing too! I'm totally screwed."

"Lis, listen to me," the boy spoke firmly. "The guy couldn't have gotten too far, so let's just shut down the party and empty all the greasers' pockets."

"What if they refuse and fight back?" Lisa asked hesitantly. 

"All my guys down there have blades," the boy stated with an arrogant confidence. "If anyone of those scumbags tries something, I'll have all the socs knife them."

I felt my stomach drop and my heartbeat quicken it's pace. There are tons of drunk greasers downstairs that would easily fight back against the socs. It would be a bloodbath that I caused. There was no way that I could let that happen, but there was also no way that I was giving up the free cash I just stole. Luckily, this wasn't my first time in a robbery, so I had a plan.

"Okay, fine," Lisa said. I heard the two teens walk towards the door and leave the room.

When I didn't hear any footsteps or voices, I carefully crawled out from under the bed and quickly rose to my feet. I had to rush downstairs without drawing any attention to myself if my idea was going to work.

I pushed people aside as I swiftly scanned through the living room for a specific person, when I bumped into Two-Bit instead. "Oi, Diana!" Two-Bit shouted in a fake accent.

"Two, thank god I found you!" I exclaimed, relieved to see a familiar face. "Do you know where Dallas is?"

"Who?"

"Dallas."

"Oh, you mean Dally!" Two-Bit exclaimed.

"Yeah, that's literally what I just- never-mind," I huffed. "Look, can you tell me where Dallas is?"

Two-Bit was obviously drunk. I could easily tell just based off of how his words slurred altogether, and how his body slowly swayed back and forth. He seemed incredibly relaxed and out of it. His eyes were droopy and bloodshot, and face was completely flushed. I knew that Two-Bit had a drinking problem because he always seemed to have a beer bottle in his hand. That was the one minor thing I didn't really like about him. I just can't stand drunk people.

"Oh, I haven't seen 'ole Dal since last Tuesday," Two-Bit announced.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. "That doesn't even make sense," I sighed, frustration beginning to set in.

Two-Bit laughed obnoxiously as I turned around and made my way to another room in the house: the kitchen. Instead of my friends, who were previously playing beer pong on the foldable table, now, a new group of strangers were chugging multicolored jello shots. In the corner of the kitchen, behind the counter, I spotted Dallas and immediately walked over to him.

I placed my hand on his arm to get his attention as I spoke, "Dallas, I'm bored. Let's leave."

"It's only been an hour," he replied monotonously.

"Yeah, but I really think we should go," I repeated with more urgency.

Dallas furrowed his eyebrows as he looked down at me quizzically. "Stop being such a stiff," he huffed and nudged my side.

I narrowed my eyes at him, growing impatient. "Can you just drive me back to Buck's already?" Dallas sighed as he nodded an 'okay.' We began to push our way out of the kitchen when all of a sudden the music that played from the living room stopped and the front and back door slammed shut. Everyone immediately stopped dancing and drinking.

"Alright listen up everybody," the boy from earlier raged. He stood on a coffee table in the living room as he scowled at each greaser in the house. "Somebody had the audacity to raid Lisa's parents' room and steal her mother's jewelry and father's savings jar, so until we find the asshole greaser who stole the money, nobody's leaving!"

A chorus of confusion and anger spread throughout the crowd as everyone turned to look at all of the greasers.

"Fuck," I mumbled. I turned to Dallas and gave him a serious look. "I told you I wanted to leave."

"What?" Dallas questioned. "How does that have anything to do with-" He paused as he glanced over me. Dallas shook his head and chuckled softly. "You did this."

"Did what?" I asked lowly.

Dallas smirked as he leaned down and whispered into my ear. "How much money did you steal?"

I rolled eyes and pushed him away. "Enough for burgers and shakes at DQ tonight."

Dallas raised his eyebrows, so I sent him a wink. "Alright, I'm in," he said with a small smile. "How are we gettin' out of here?"

"Well, we can't go out any of the doors because they're all blocked. There is a window in that bedroom upstairs though. I don't think the drop is too high, so we could probably just jump,"
I replied with a nonchalant shrug.

Dallas nodded slowly as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Okay, but how are we gonna make it upstairs?"

"Easy," I said. "We need a distraction."

"You seem like you know what you're doing," Dallas admitted. He seemed surprised, yet impressed by my knowledge.

"This isn't my first robbery, Winston," I chuckled.

Dallas just smirked and rolled his eyes. "Alright," he said simply. "So what's your 'master' plan?"

"Well," I trailed off.

Dallas stifled a laugh. "You don't have one."

I rolled eyes at him. "Hey, I came up with the distraction, didn't I?"

"Whatever," he responded uncaringly.

By now, Lisa and her 'boyfriend' were going around and forcing greasers to empty their pockets. The tension in the air was beginning thicken because most people got offended and refused to reveal their belongings. I could feel that a fight was going to break out soon, so I needed to think of something quick.

I sighed and placed my head in my palms. I pulled my backpack to the side of my body, and reached into it to pull out a stray necklace. The piece of jewelry was encrusted with sparkling diamonds. It was probably the most beautiful and expense necklace I'd seen in my whole life. I flipped my hair to the side as I wrapped the jewelry around my neck and clasped it shut.

"Diana, what are you doing?" Dallas spoke hurriedly.

I looked him in his dark brown eyes and replied seriously, "Listen, Dally, I'm about to do something seriously stupid, so when I do, run like hell."

"You're kidding right?" He added in disbelief. I just shook my head and grabbed his hand, leading him through the crowd and toward the stairs.

I purposely walked passed Lisa, brushing my shoulder against hers to get her attention. The girl stumbled back slightly and turned around to catch a quick glimpse of me before I began walking upstairs with Dallas.

"Hey!" Lisa shouted. "That's my mother's necklace!" She pointed at me and I could instantly feel everyones' eyes on me.

I paused and turned around to face Lisa. "I have no idea what you're talking about!" I exclaimed. "My mother bought me this necklace."

"Impossible!" Lisa replied as she stomped her foot on the floor. "That necklace is a one of a kind!"

"Yeah, greasers can't afford nice things anyway," her boyfriend called out, causing all the socs in the room to snicker.

"You're right," I sighed and shrugged. "I guess that's why I had to steal it from you dickheads!" I flipped off the boy with my free hand, and then turned on my heel to sprint up the stairs. Dallas immediately caught on that that was the signal and ran with me.

I kicked open the bedroom door that belong to Lisa's parents and slammed it shut, locking the knob quickly afterwards. I heard the stomps of people running up the steps and then bangs on the door. The wooden sounded like it might split open any second as voices shouted from the hallway.

"That was your plan?" Dallas shouted. I laughed and shook my head, yes. "God, you're one crazy chic."

I chuckled as I teased him, "Don't act like you don't like it."

Dallas laughed and sent me a genuine smile. I felt my cheeks slowly heat up as a pale blush crept onto my face. He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the open window on the side on the room. I climbed through the window and jumped down onto the grass carefully with Dallas following shortly behind me.

When we landed on the ground, he reached for my hand again and led me through the darkness and out onto the road that was lit by sporadic street lamps. As Dallas and I slid into his stolen Chevy camaro, he turned to me and said, "Lets get those shakes, doll."