The Outsider's Imagines

the boyfriend - j.c.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------~y/n~

 You climbed out of your boyfriend's red mustang wearing a sharp white skirt and a black sweater. In one sweep, you flung off your shades and revealed your gorgeous (your eye color) eyes and turned to kiss your boyfriend, Luke.

Luke Snyder, the Soc. Nobody knows how you managed to snag him - you were a greaser, after all - but at the same time, they had slightly expected it. You were by far the prettiest girl from the East, being Sodapop Curtis' twin sister, and you definitely caught many eyes of Socs. But no Soc had ever been so gutsy as to ask you out or there would be all out warfare. Which is precisely what happened when Luke did. Your gang was pissed. But eventually, you and Luke calmed them down. Everything had been tense though. Socs were jumping Greasers whenever possible, and the same things with the Greasers to the Socs.

Being with Luke was like a dream for you. He bought you nice things and took you to nice places. He gave you things that your family couldn't provide for you, like good clothes or fancy food. But there were some downsides - he picked your outfits, he controlled your diet, and he wouldn't let you talk to any of your gang. But that was fine. Right?

"Hey babe," your friend called to you. She was absolutely gorgeous. A cheerleader at school with the best looking blue eyes and blonde hair you had ever seen. "Ready for our double date?" She clung onto another boy, Filip. The richest one in school.

"Of course!" you exclaimed, grabbing your handbag and making sure your stilettos were on correctly. You were in a rush and they seemed fine, so you just walked. Unfortunately, you didn't look hard enough and took a tumble when you started going up the stairs. Luke was too busy with Filip to notice. It wasn't uncommon for him to not notice you though. You sat up and looked at your ankle, which was swelling. You weren't used to walking in heels. You had always been a Converse girl.

"Hey, are you alright?" someone asked, helping you to your feet. It was Johnny.

"Yeah, I'm okay," you said, limping up the stairs.

"Let me help you," Johnny said, slinging your arm around his shoulder and taking your bag for you.

"No, seriously, I'm-"

Johnny wouldn't hear anything of it. He just helped you inside and sat you down at a table. "I'm going to get a bandage real quick. Stay put, okay?" Johnny ran off and you were left by yourself, eyeing your boyfriend at the bar surrounded by a bunch of girls. You knew that Luke was a flirt, but you never believed that he would actually cheat on you. Even given his... history. Just like Soda, you were an optimist and that was what you wanted to believe at least. But as he glanced around suspiciously and started making out with Alice, you felt your heart sink.

"Hey, how's the ankle?" Johnny asked, rushing back and slipping off your stilettos.

"Fine," you said, your voice breaking a little. He gently wrapped your foot in a bandage and put a pack of ice on it. "Thanks, Johnnycake."

"Of course," he nodded, sitting beside you. "How are you? You haven't been coming around lately."

"Oh, just perfect," you said, though it was slightly a lie. You weren't really listening anyways. Your mind just kept replaying Luke kissing Alice. Deep, somewhere deep, you knew that he wasn't the best boyfriend and that he wasn't the one, but you really wanted him to be. You loved love, and he was your first.

"Hey, you little shit, get away from my girlfriend!"

Luke came rushing over and punched Johnny straight in the nose. "Luke!" you exclaimed, covering your mouth. Johnny sat up with a bloody nose looking pale. He never liked fights, especially after the incident that resulted in his scar. But you knew he would fight if he had to. He took a swing at Luke, but he was quickly overpowered by Luke's large gang. "Luke! Stop it!" You clawed at his back, trying to pull him away, but he was too strong.

"You think you can steal my broad, grease? Huh?" he asked, kicking him in the face.

"Luke!" you cried, trying to grab his hand. He smacked your hand away and picked up a steak knife.

"Well, you're going to get it. I'll give you a matching scar!"

"STOP!" you shouted, getting in front of Luke as he swung. Your cheek stung and you tapped it. Bloody. He had cut your left cheek. Deeply. You felt a tear run down your cheek as Luke turned at you in shock.

'Baby, I'm so sor-"

You slapped him. Hard. His goons dropped Johnny on the floor and stared in shock. "We're over." you declared, helping Johnny up. "It's not me, it's you. Go to hell." You hastily grabbed Johnny's hand and ran out the door.

"Oh God, Y/N, are you okay?" Johnny asked, tearing off a piece of his shirt and pressing it to your cheek.

"Never better," you said, smiling. Even though you were in physical pain, you had never felt more free in your life. You eyed your reflection in the window and saw that you had a matching scar to Johnny's. "Hey look, we're twinning." Johnny chuckled.

"Thank you, Y/N," he said, pulling you in for a hug. "I'm so glad you're back." No longer afraid, you melted into the hug and squeezed him tightly.

"I'm glad I'm back too, Johnnycake."