Chapter one: The Beginning.
It was the summer of 1951, I was just getting ready for my senior
year of high school and that was when it all started. It was the
summer that I met Dallas Winston and my life changed. It was the
day that I changed the rest of my life and changed one young
mans. That was the summer I left everything I knew behind to find
Sodapop was the handsome one, at 16 years old. He has a movie
star face and perfect skin.
Darry is the oldest of the boys at a whopping 20 years old. He is
the legal guardian.
Johnny Cade is the sweetheart who doesn't seem like he belongs
with the boys, but none the less he was there. He's 16, too.
Two-Bit is the wise ass, and at 18 years old, he is hardly
counted as a man. He was the comedian.
Then, there is Dallas Winston. Everyone calls him Dally and at 19
years old, he knows what the inside of a jail looks like and he's
not afraid to go back there.
I didn't know that these men would change my life that summer.
I guess it all really started when I was walking home from work
at the malt shop, Billy had gotten drunk and I wasn't going to
let him drive to come get me. After a few moments of fighting, I
got my way.
Pulling the letter man jacket tighter around me, I pinched my
eyes shut and huffed softly against the cold. It wasn't safe for
a girl like me to walk the streets alone. Not that it was a bad
neighborhood, but there was always the dangers of greasers and
hoods. There was a thin line that separated greasers from hoods
but it was there none the less. I would never want to be alone in
a back alley with either one.
The roads just weren't safe for a girl like me. But I have just
as much right to walk the streets as they do.. don't I? My eyes
traveled from street corner to street corner. I guess I could
have called Robby to come and walk me home but the problem is, I
never stopped to think about that. Sighing quietly, I let my head
fall forward to keep my eyes on the ground as I walked.
The simple truth was I was a soc and they were greasers. We
didn't belong in the same world. We were clean, and wealthy. They
were the trash of the roads. A few years back, Billy had taken
his gang and beat up a little greaser boy. It wasn't anything but
a way of life to us, all of us. But Billy thinks that he owns the
streets and that's a problem. Somewhere in the back of my mind,
though, I knew it was wrong.
My feet carried me down the desolate street toward me side of
town but still the danger that I was in rested there. Moving
myself swiftly across the street, I pulled the jacket closer my
tiny body. The wind chill was unbelievable tonight. Maybe I
should have let Billy have his way and taken the offer for a
Out of the corner of my eye, in the purple mist I could see the
1949 Chevy rolling down the road slowly. I knew what it met. I
sped up my pace in a rush to get home. I knew it would do me no
good, I was nearly three blocks away and that truck could out run
me any day. What was left for me to do?
It wasn't any surprise when the truck rattled to a halt and two
big greasers got out. It wasn't any shock either when one called
to me, "Hey soc!"
I bit my lip and tried my best to pretend not to notice. Maybe I
would get away from them. Boy, I was wrong.
"Hey soc, I'm talkin' to you!" Hissed the taller of the two.
Glancing back, I recognized one of them to be Steve Randel. The
other one looked like Tim Shepard.
"Hey soc, ain't you got ears?!" Asked the other asked moving
toward me. They were closing in and there was no where left for
me to go.
One of the big greasers, or maybe they were hoods, walked over
and grabbed my arm, pulling me into him. "Please let me go!" I
"But baby, we're about to have some fun!" The other one barked.
Both of their breath reeked of alcohol. I closed my eyes, praying
silently that they would leave me alone.
"I don't wanna have your fun.." I shook my head.
"Oh but baby..." Pleaded the one who was standing in front of me.
He followed his arms over his broad chest and stared down at me.
I knew that something was going to happen that I may or may not
ever recover from. I recited every prayer I ever knew.
Before long the greasers had me pinned to the ground. One held my
hands and the other was sitting on my chest. My limbs flailed
"What's the matter little soc?" The one sitting on my chest
asked with a hint of false sympathy edging in his voice. I could
tell he was getting a rise out of this. How sick could someone
"Oh come on baby, we ain't gonna hurt ya none." The one smirked
who was holding my hands over my head.
"Yeah, just be a good little girl and no one gets hurt." Said the
one sitting with his knees in my chest. I blinked and cringed in
The two men stared down at me, talking to one another yet I could
hear nothing but my heartbeat in my ears. They're eyes we're cold
and malevolent in there intentions.
In one swoop, one big greaser had his lips pressed to mine. The
other was watching with a cool smirk on his face. I could hardly
believe what was going on around me. Sure, greasers had chased me
around but they had never done this before. I hardly had time to
register what was going on before the weight lifted from my chest
and it became easier for me to breathe. I laid there, afraid of
what might be awaiting me. In the street, I could hear scuffing
of shoes against pavement, tossing dirt and rocks in every
direction and then the pounding of feet. Someone was leaned at my
side, blocking the light.
I popped one eye open cautiously because I was afraid of what I
might see. Beside me knelt a large greaser. He had broad
shoulders and creamy skin with wide set blue eyes that stared
back at me. Under his leather, I could see his muscles flexing.
His facial expression remained solemn and fierce. He looked
Reaching a hand out to me, he spoke in a deep voice with a New
York accent, "Are you alright?" He asked.
"I'm fine." I nodded, taking his hand as a kind jester. He helped
me to my feet without hesitation. Giving the man a closer look, I
realized that my savior was none other than the hood that was
"Y..You saved me." I gasped.
"Yeah and I'll get hell for it when the other boys find out but
there was two of them and only one of you. That ain't fair, and
really ain't right since they're terrorizing a helpless broad."
He shrugged and with drew his hand from him, coiling it back into
"You're Dallas right?"
"Yeah that's me but look, don't mention this to no body. I got a
reputation to maintain." He shook his head. His shoulder length
hair flew in every direction in a wave of curls. He was
unnervingly handsome when he wasn't terrorizing somebody.
"I won't tell anyone." I agreed.
"Why are you walking alone in this part of town?" He asked
"I have to walk this way to get home."
"Ain't you got no one willing to come drive you home?"
"My boyfriend was drunk and I never use my head for anything." I
told him, and in all honesty, I wasn't lying.
"Well, honey, start using that dome for something other than
those pretty locks. It'll save you some trouble. By the way,
what's your name?" He asked.
"I'm Valerie but most people just call me cherrypop because of my
hair." I said, smiling at him. For once, I wasn't afraid.
"Nice to meet you cherrypop, get home safe. I don't wanna have to
do that again. Just looks bad for both of us." He shrugged and
with that, he started on his way. I turned and watched him
disappear past the street lights and into the coming darkness
that had swallowed the city. That night, I got a whole new feel
for Dallas Winston.