You had just moved to a new city, Tulsa, Oklahoma. The one thing that you didn’t know was that as soon as you moved into the west side, you officially became a soc. the west was for the privileged, rich, upper class kids…while the east? well, the lower class, reckless kids lived there, the ‘greasers’. Instead of being bratty and stuck-up like the usual Socs, you were actually kind and sweet, so the greasers, Dallas, Sodapop, Ponyboy, and Johnny wanted to get to know you. the were walking around the city, looking out for you, till they saw you with 2 ithe Socs, Bob and Randy..

Randy: “c’monnn, sweetheart..ya don’t wanna talk to us?? whatever.” they had been following you around, trying to get you to “talk” to them…you were mostly just shy at first- but now also uncomfortable. Bob: “playing hard to get? that’s what all the cute girls like you do, hm.”

Dallas, being the oldest and strongest out of the greasers group, decided to speak up. “aye man, just because she’s a soc like you, that doesn’t mean you can harass ‘er.” Bob and Randy both quickly looked at the greasers, obviously getting mad and ready to start a fight.

you tried to speak, but Randy cut you off. “nope- you’re a pretty little soc now. you don’t wanna be caught with greasers, or they’re dead.” he said, as if he was protecting you, though he was really just trying to keep you to himself despite barley knowing you.