Sofiana "Sofia" Ramirez. A seventeen year old greaser girl who's just trying to make it to eighteen. When her two youngest friends get caught up in a murder rap, her world turns completely upside-down. dallas winston×fem!oc

Welcome to Rydell High! It's 1959 in sunshine-filled California. Kathryn starts public school at Rydell after a big move from her rural town due to her behavior. When her mother enrolled her into Rydell, she had no idea that this would just empower Kathryn's rebellious side. When she first arrives less than twenty-four hours after her break-up with head Scorpion, she tries to embrace her newfound clean slate of history, until she is quickly met with the Pink Ladies and the T birds, two groups in which remind her of home-- but on steroids. With a semester left, a televised dance, a big secret left, and big graduation in the works, will she leave Rydell with new friends or foes? What if some of the beloved Greasers take different paths than the ones we came to know? #4 in 1950s! *Story may not align perfectly with previous work's, Grease, plot line to ensure a fresh outlook on how things could have been and would have been with the addition of this protagonist. A character may not follow exact plotlines as this takes place in an altered environment! Characters may have chosen different paths; embrace them!* As always, thanks for reading!

"Jesus Christ, Jules." Darry stands up as he takes notice of the glass sticking out of her cheek, the blood having leaked onto her white shirt as well. "Your folks again?" Sodapop Curtis questions as he gives her a sympathetic look. Jules simply nods and lets out a sigh. "Come on, I'll patch ya up." Darry sighs as he moves toward the bathroom, locating the first aid kit. Jules follows the tall man, hopping up on the bathroom sink. "Did Johnny come by?" Jules questions as Darry shifts through the first aid kit. "No, why? He get hit too?" Darry pulls out the tweezers the pull out the glass. "Thanks." Jules nods, and Darry smiles at her before placing his hands on her hips and lifting her off the sink. "You may want to change, though." Darry's hands linger on her hips for a few seconds longer as he looks over the blood on her shirt and the oil on her jeans. Jules groans and hangs her head, resting it on his chest. Darry's chest rumbles with laughter, the Cade girl looking small beneath him. "Come on, I've got a shirt you can borrow." Darry offers, and Jules picks her head up again, giving the eldest Curtis a nod. Darrel Curtis X OC

Connie Marie had it all. Good friends, money, popularity, and good looks. But she wasn't happy. She didn't want the riches the west side had to offer. She didn't want beauty or even high social status. She always wanted something simple. A place where no one cared about greasers and socs. Connie wanted a place where she could be happy. Somewhere far away from the west side of town. Tim Shepard had nothing. Gang leader in a bad home. A boy who couldn't make ends meet and had a jagged scar from temple to chin to prove it all. But he loved being the hood everyone knew he was. He loved his gang and his siblings in his own strict and affectionate way. He might not have had everything in the world like the socs did but he was happy. And he was proud of it. At least that's what he let people believe. Deep down, though he would never admit it out loud, he too longed for something simpler.