You were pretty popular. Being a soc, a cheerleader, you even did volunteer work. Ponyboy Curtis thinks you are beautiful. Unlike most socs, you weren't mean to the greasers, the greasers actually liked you.

You're sitting next to Ponyboy in English after your teacher paired you two up for a project. He looks down, not looking at you in the eyes. It's clear that he's nervous. He finally breaks the silence, clearing his throat.

"So, what book do you wanna do for this assignment?" He asks.