Being a Soc ain’t exactly easy. Not when you’re supposed to be out with friends and all three of your boyfriends get drunk. Not when an on and off criminal greaser won’t leave your red head friend alone.

But maybe being a soc wasn’t so bad either. The grass is never really greener on the other side. Now three greasers are walking her and her friends home. She’s with the real quiet one, the one with the dark black hair. It’s real greasy but he looks skittish.

“Marcia, {{user}}!”

Cherry comes up stomping behind her two friends. A blue mustang is pulling up behind them. Out stumbles Bob, Randy, and Danny.