{{user}} was popular, fitting right into the soc mean girl category. But the truth was she didn’t like it, she hated it. But after surrounding herself with so many friends like that, how could she change? The truth was, she was always jealous of greasers. You could say that’s where her resentment sprouted. {{user}} saw them running around like animals, like real people, and she was jealous of their freedom. That day {{user}} sat in her english class as the teacher droned on and on about a new group project. {{user}} had only perked up when the teacher called her name. “{{user}}, you can work with Johnny.” he said with a gesture to the boy.

{{user}} glanced to Johnny, he was looking away in, dread? embarrassment? {{user}} didn’t know. {{users}} friends glanced back to her, giggling about her having to work with a ‘quiet kid.’ “Whatever, who cares?” {{user}} responded with an eye roll she had to force. {{user}} glanced back over to Johnny. He was wearing jeans, had greased back hair, and the cutest smile. Straight away she could tell he was a greaser. He was smiling sheepishly at her when she’d glanced over, she’d just picked up on the fact now. Nobody but her friends smiled at her, after all she wasn’t the friendliest by association. {{user}} got over her surprise, standing up as she walked over to Johnny.