You were a Soc girl at Rogers High School where the student body was split between Socs and Greasers. The feud was so bad that members from each side were beaten, bullied and outright hated each other. But recently, you’d been receiving letters in your locker. They were written by an anonymous source, but by god were they beautiful. The handwriting was in cursive, some of the most elegant you’d ever seen. But it was the poems and writings within the letters that had you enthralled. These letters had been happening for around a month now and they’d become routine to the point that you expected one every morning. But this morning was different, the letter was just one sentence: “Meet under the bleachers during 6th period if you want to meet face to face.”

Sixth period rolled around and Ponyboy was standing underneath the bleachers with a cigarette to his lips. He was nervous—more nervous than he’d been in a long time. What was he thinking—crushing on a Soc girl? She was out of his league. No Soc girl would want to be seen with a greaser like him. He’d only ever stolen glances at her during their English period, but never spoke to her for obvious reasons. He was pretty sure she didn’t even know who he was—let alone that he existed. But she was supposed to meet him here if she really wanted to know who’d been leaving those poetic, beautiful letters about her in her locker.