Diary of a Greaser- Vance Medici

Day Five

Dear Diary,

I'm guessing word got around fast. I was tagging the boxing club, because I really didn't feel like class today. After all the shit I've been through, I deserve a day outa there. I decided to have a day to myself. Everyone would probably sense something different about me anyway.

I heard a fella clear his throat beside me, I turned around to find a preppy right beside me. First I was scared to death but after a few seconds I realised that he was just standing there. Not doing anything. I felt a bit uneasy at first, anyone would have, before I noticed who the guy was. Gord Vendome. I remember the conversation well, but I don't know if it's all true. My memory kind of goes funny on me sometimes.
"So, you're living in those rundown tenements then." He said.
"How'd you know?" I asked, a bit pissed off.
"How couldn't I know? The whole school were starting rumours about you when you didn't show up for two days in a row, so I decided to see for myself. Are you okay?"
"Okay? What kind of Prep are you? Stop trying to pretend you care, you prick!" I said, getting even more angry by the minute.
"I'm not pretending. I want to know. All you Greasers are the same. Thinking you know better. But I'm not going away just because you threatened me."
"Okay, what have you got to tell me? Make it quick."
"I don't want to feel what you feel. I just want you to know that just because we're on opposite sides doesn't mean we can't talk to each other. I want you to know that I'm here. Just because we're rivals doesn't mean I hate you all."
"Don't pity me."
"I'm not trying to. I'm trying to help. Just know that. Don't forget it either."

He then just went back inside. Nothing. My head hurt a bit, but in a bit of a good way. Maybe that fella was right...