You lived on the west side of rural Oklahoma, which meant you were a soc--a rich kid. On the Southside, those were Greasers. Greasers had a bad reputation in the eyes of Soc's--so why was one talking to you?

"Don't mind Dally...he ain't all that tough once you get to know him.." Ponyboy said quietly awkwardly looking to the side.

"Who am I kidding...you're a soc, you wouldn't think he's a changed person.."