Seventeen (Outsiders FanFic)

Do you ever feel like you don't know who you are?
Do you ever feel like there's no one who knows who you really are?
Do you?
Evanna Cull does.
She has to pretend to be a Greaser to fit in with her friends. Dallas Winston, a town rebel, is just the beginning of Evanna's reckless journey from Soc's to Greasers. With the Soc's and Greasers feud between her and what she wants, she must try to make a choice. While in detention, Evanna meet Dallas and they become friends. When she meets the rest of the gang she feels at home. Only a few of them know she's a Soc. She's hiding it from her best friend, Soda, her friends and when her boyfriend makes her choose between the two, she needs to decide;
Is she a Soc or a Greaser?
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The party started around seven and I only knew a couple people there. It wasn't much of a party since there were only ten of us there. I looked at Dally and he grinned at me and pulled me towards a tall, movie-star looking Greaser. He was talking to another tall, dark haired greaser who had a bit of a tooth gap. I smiled at the two of them. They grinned back.
"Guys, this is Evanna," Dallas introduced me.

The blond one smiled, "I'm Sodapop Curtis."

"You're Ponyboy's brother! See I knew I could see some resemblance." I replied smiling.

I looked at the other one, "You are?"

"Steve Randle," He said grinning.

"Great party, eh?" Dal said and he walked over to the drinks table.

Steve wandered away and I was left alone with Soda.

"So, you're a Greaser? How come I haven't seen you around more?" Soda asked me.

"Well, my parents don't let me out very much," I explained, remembering my cover story, Dallas gave me to say.

"Well, you should come out more often, it's fun," he replied, punching my arm softly.