Greaser

II.

The bell rang in my ears as I pushed open the heavy metal doors. It was finally friday, and I was more than excited for some time away. I was spending the whole weekend with my best friend Gwen. Gwen was the only one of my friends that really understood me. Being a Soc you have to do certain things. I'd associate with the other girls and talk about what was going on, but I couldn't actually be real with them. We go out to dinner and have special gatherings but we never really just have fun. You had to always watch your back, being a Soc and all. Because for us, reputation is everything. I wish it wasn't that way. I really do.

Gwen's dad worked as some sort of farmer, I forget what he did exactly. But their family owns a cabin-like house right outside of town that they rarely use. In the country. Out there it was beautiful compared to here, more free. We were going to leave tonight and be back Sunday. I'm partly suprised my parents said yes, but just as always, everything's all good and happy here right?

We were planning on stopping by the burger shop on the corner to grab a bite to eat. I searched for Gwen in the crowd of people rushing out of school, then soon spotted her. Her bleach-blonde curls flowed in the wind as she waved to me excitedly.

"You ready or what?!" she asked enthusiastically as I ran up to greet her.

"Someone's excited" I laughed.

Gwen was just like me but with about ten times more energy, if you can imagine that.

"Come on Candy! We gotta get to the burger joint before all the greasers show up" she laughed, then grabbed arm and pulled me along with her.

I winced in pain. I knew she meant no harm, but my arm was still sore from last week. The memories flooded my mind as I thought about her words. "Greaser". Gwen and I didn't want to hate greasers, but we didn't really have a choice. They were just mean to us. But I guess it wasn't really their fault, that's just the way things are. Every time we run into any greasers they're quick to judge us, and insult us too. I've also perfected my trash talk pretty well if I'm being honest. Growing up here where it's always greaser vs Soc all the time you can't help but choose your side and fight for it. It's mostly just about the guys though. They fight and we let them do their thing. Greaser guys just think Socs are stuck-up, filthy rich prudes. And Soc guys think greasers are just dirty, poor white trash. To us girls, greasers were just mean. Pigs even. I used to think so too. Until I met Dallas Winston.

Once we got up to the burger shop, we peered in the window, quickly realizing it was already full.

"Damn" Gwen sighed, "you still wanna go?"

"Of course I wanna go" I said confidently.

"Why should any greasers stop us? We're big girls, we can do this."

"You're right" she smiled.

We entered the shop and immediatly got dirty looks from greaser girls and boys. Some were smirking at us and I tried my best to ignore them. We sat down at the table farthest away from them, next to a small window. Our waiter came and took our orders as we made small talk, cracking jokes, laughing and giggling.

As soon as our food came, Gwen nudged her head towards the door. I turned around, puzzled. A few more greasers piled in.

"More" I sighed as they walked in excitedly, chatting and shaking hands with the others.

I suddenly locked eyes with the one and only, Dallas Winston. I whipped my head back around quickly, worried that he might say something to his guys about me, or even talk to me or Gwen. Honestly, I hadn't told her about the night I met Dally. Hell - I hadn't told anyone. A greaser and a Soc hanging out just wasn't something you talk about. I felt bad though. Maybe if Gwen knew what he did she wouldn't think they were so bad. But I knew if I told her the story she'd worry about the events that occured right before I met Dally..