Chapter 1: The Man in the Jean Jacket
I walked down the hall with Sarah and passed Johnny Cade. He was a greaser and hung out in the vacant lot with Dallas Winston and Buck Merrill. Johnny's jean jacket was faded and ripped. I smiled as I passed.
"Hi Johnny. Where you going next?" I stood next to him while we was putting books in his locker.
"Math, how about you?" He blushed at me.
"P.E." I took out my yoga pants and sneakers. I was glad that my locker was next to Johnny's. he wasn't like any of the other greasers. He was humble and shy.
"Oh, it's fun today. We play voleyball," he shut it locker and leaned against it.
"Fun. Hey, do you ever get... Like dirty looks from people, you know... Because your a greaser," I asked, hoping he would honestly answer.
"Sometimes, why? Your a Soc so why do you care?" He asked.
"I don't think of myself as a Soc. ALL YOU GREASERS LOOK AT ME LIKE I'M A BAD PERSON! This is exactly why I think I can't talk to people like you," I turned my head.
"Rachel," Johnny touched my shoulder. "You're not a Soc. I am so sorry," he said.
I looked into his big blue eyes. I could tell he was hurt inside an out about something. But, we just started to become friends so I won't ask. "It's okay Johnny," i hugged him. His jean jacket smelt like the crisp air of winter
