The Greaser and the Socist

Meet Elle

"Eleanor Diana Valance!" Great, Cherry is up. Welcome to my life. I may be a Soc, but I hate the stereotype of being stuck up and snobbish. "What, Cherry?!" I yelled. She annoys me so much. Just to make sure I come across loud and clear, I'm nothing like her. She likes dresses and driving her fancy convertible; however, I would rather ride a motorcycle, wear blue jeans, and hang around with my best friend, Johnny Cade. 

"Mother and Father are calling for you down for a game of croquet with Duke and his family!" She screamed with her high pitched, squeaky voice. Oh my goodness, Duke? Let me explain, the demon spawn, I mean Duke, is my abusive, cruel, and rude boyfriend. We have been dating since we were in junior year of high school, and that was over 3 years ago. We are due to be married in six weeks' time. This was not my decision to marry Duke, but more so our families' decision. This marriage will not be out of love, but all materialistic, specifically for the money.

Enough about them, I have never told anyone this, but I have the biggest crush on my friend, Dally. The brown eyes and platinum blonde hair are enough to have me on my knees in half a second. He treats me like one of the Greasers, not some feminine girl. He is the one I go to when I need to escape from Duke. Never in our friendship did I feel unsafe with him near me. The Greasers have taught me everything I know about defending myself and fitting in. I have never gotten into any situation that I can't take care of by myself; until now. 

I want to break off the engagement, but I can't in fear of what will happen after the engagement is broken. However, I will break it off in a silent way, not wanting to cause a huge scene in front of our families. Slowly I made my way downstairs and dreaded this game when I saw that slicked back brown quiff and square jawline. I will admit, he may be good looking, but Dally is more attractive. 

"Hello, Elle. You look like a goddess as always." Duke said with a pearly, white, fake smile. I mentally rolled my eyes and grabbed a mallet for the game. Oh how I wish I could hit him with this, but I don't want to make a scene. 

During the middle of the game, I excused myself to my powder room and left my ring on the vanity, not even bothering to leave a note. I grabbed my bronzer and black hair dye, also changing my clothes to a leather jacket, skinny jeans, a white shirt, fingerless gloves, and black biker boots. Without being noticed, I snuck out the back door and walked to Ponyboy's, never looking back.