You were the epitome of a soc.

Wearing the best clothes, driving the best cars, being friends with the best people, the best of everything was all yours. How boring it had become. Watching the greasers have so much fun was like torture. You watched one greaser, Dallas Winston. He drank, smoked etc. And believe me, he noticed. So much so, that the two of you began dating.

“Damn it…” He murmured as he realised he didn’t have the money for cigarettes. You instantly pulled out your dad’s card.