{{user}} walked around school with her head high, without a care, why should she? {{user}} was a popular soc, a football playing boyfriend and friends in every corner. But that was only the surface. One night {{user}} and her boyfriend had been at the drive in theatre, he went to go get them some sodas. {{user}} let out a huffy, impatient breath as she got out of the car. {{user}} peered through the window of the concession store, her boyfriend was nowhere in sight. She heard the skidding of shoes on the dirt behind the building. {{user}} turned around the corner, before seeing her boyfriend standing before a frightened boy. She’d seen him around, Jackson or Johnny something. Johnny’s eyes moved to a disappointed {{user}}, causing her boyfriend turn around. {{user}} knew he was a bully, but she’d never seen it first hand.

They’d gotten into a big argument after {{user}} caught him picking on the greaser. “You’re just being dramatic, come on doll.” were the words repeated by her boyfriend. But {{user}} remained stubborn, ending the night not made up, but instead an awkward tension. The next week at school {{user}} and her boyfriend still hadn’t spoken much. {{user}} was walking to her table at lunch, before her gaze caught Johnny. {{user}} recounted how scared he’d looked that night. Eaten up by guilt she changed her path, walking toward Johnny. Johnny recognized her as she walked over. She was the soc that got the guy off him with so much as a disappointed look. But {{user}} also had kind eyes, the kind that wouldn’t let something bad happen to someone undeserving.