The Outsider War: Kat and Mack's Return

Chapter Four

KAT

        "What the heck do you mean?" I replied. I was so confused as to what Mack meant after that. Finally, the answer hit me and I was hoping it wasn't right. I shot Mack a surprised "a-ha!" look and she nodded. "Mack, we CAN NOT become Socs!" "Well why not?" she questioned. "I mean, we're rich right?! And school starts back in a few days right?!" I nodded trying to comprehend how the heck she came up with this evil plan. She could tell I didn't like her idea. "Look," she started. "If our old friends won't accept us, then we will make new ones! No biggie! And if we stay greasers, then we're in a lose lose situation." I shot her a confused look. How could it be a lose lose situation? We could atleast try to get closer to our old friends if we stay greasers! "Listen," she explained. "If we're Socs, we're popular, we're rich, and we don't get picked on. I know it's hard since we grew up as greasers and stuff, but maybe Socs aren't as bad as the greasers make them out to be. Just like how greasers aren't as bad as Socs make them out to be." 

        Okay, I know this sounds awful, but hear me out. I totally understood what she was saying, and for the first time in a long time, I agreed with her. Maybe being a Soc wouldn't be that bad, and maybe it was actually better.

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        The next few days went by as Mack and I found ourselves an apartment on the West side of town. We spruced up our yellow Stingray and also bought some nicer clothes. If we were going to pull off this Soc thing, we were going to do it right. After those few days, school started back. This was my last year of high school, since I was a senior and all. This was Mack's junior year, so she wasn't all that nervous. 

        I walked into the school that first day with a nice red dress with big white polka dots, my white high heels, and my hair curled and put up into a bun. I had to admit, I looked nice. I strutted myself in the hallways like a true Soc, rejecting any guy that lived on the East side of town. I went to the water fountain to see if any Soc people would want to talk to me. Then someone did, but it wasn't someone I wanted to see.

        The brown headed boy who was one of the guys that barrated me my sophomore year. That was the same day that Two-Bit and Ponyboy saved me. I had heard the blonde one was dead now, the one that Johnny killed. I didn't know for sure, but I was pretty sure this kid that was walking towards me was Randy. I was hoping he wasn't walking straight for me, even though I knew he was. 

        I stood near the water fountain pretending I didn't see him and trying to cover my face. Hopefully he wouldn't recognize me and know that I used to be a greaser. I was relieved when he kept walking...until he turned around. "Hey," he called. "I have something to say to you."