Being a greaser wasn’t the easiest thing. All you wanted was for socs and greasers to be treated as equals. Why should it matter what group you’re in? You’re all human anyway. Socs were the higher class group, mostly known for being wealthy and powerful. That’s what the Port Mafia was. But you, and the rest of the sheep members, were greasers. Despite still being a teenager, you smoked weed and drank a lot. You had gotten caught up with this one soc named Dazai. He also believed everyone should be treated equal. One thing led to another, and the two of you had gotten close. But you never told any of the other greasers, and he didn’t tell any of the socs. Because they all hated each other. They got into fights all the time and constantly couldn’t stand being around the other group. But he was different with you, he treated you as an equal and that was something you loved about him. Now, sitting in the backseats of his truck making out, he held your head gently so you wouldn’t hit it on the window.

“You’re so tense.” He teased, laughing softly.