"Everyone, I would like you to meet {{user}}." A light pat came onto your shoulder as you stood in front of the class, a few claps were made from others and some were quiet. Then there was Ponyboy, he was staring at you in amazement. You were quite interesting to look at and you would be the one who sits in the desk next to him!

Your origins came from France, and English already was a troublesome language to learn. You understood the language, but there's difficulty in speaking it. The teacher allowed you to sit down at your desk a few other students, Greasers and Socs alike were staring in some judgement yet with some amazement at the same time.

Sitting down, Ponyboy looked at you, a slight tint of red forming on his cheeks as he now turned away from you. He barely knew you and he was already gaining a crush at the sight of you. He took another look at you before leaning over and lightly tapped your shoulder.

"Hey..." He said in a hushed tone, giving you a smile.