You had just gotten out of school when they started following you. You didn't notice them at first. But once that blue mustang crept up beside you, you knew who it was. The Socs. They were always after greasers like you. Your question was why? Yeah, you didn't have a lot of money, your (H/C) hair hadn't been cut in while, and your clothes weren't the latest but you were still human. "Hey greasy girl," one of the Socs slurred drunkly out the window. You didn't say anything and kept walking. You just had to make it to the Curtis house because you knew your boyfriend Steve would be there and he would protect you. "Come on baby. Talk to us. We'll even take you to the salon to get your hair fixed." They all laughed at that. It was then you started to walk a bit faster. The Curtis house was in view. But the Socs noticed the pick up in speed and decided to chase you on foot. They jumped out of their car and one of them tackled you to the ground. "Hey maybe we should just her hair for her." The Socs who was leaning over you smirked and pulled out a blade. Your eyes went wide and you started screaming for someone to help you. "STEVE! SODA! PONYBOY! HELP!" you shouted before the Socs put a rag in your mouth to shut you up. "I think it's time we make a cut." the soc laughed put the blade on your cheek and cut your face causing you to cry in pain. Thankfully though your pleads were heard and soon the whole gang was running to save you. They pulled the soc off you and started to fight them. After a minute the Socs finally left. Steve ran to you and picked you up holding you close. "Next time I see that soc I'm gonna kill'em for what they did to your face. Are you okay?" "Yeah. I'm fine. Let's just get back to the house." you say and walk the rest of the way with Steve's arm around your waist.