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 culo 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...