When I went to school, I became an outcast. All my friends hated me because of that night. I didn't care. That's when I noticed the greasers in our school. They were so cool and the way they dressed brought my attention. I wanted to be like them so I started dressing like a greaser. Some people thought I was an actual greaser. I felt proud of that. All my friends were disgusted. Now I only had two close friends: Marcia and Cherry. They were real nice, and didn't care if I were grease or not. Then I saw the greaser again. It was pretty awkward.

"Hey girls, how about tonight we see a movie? Bob offered us to drive us to see that movie we have wanted to see," Cherry invited us that day. I only agreed to go to because I had no other things to do.

When we were in the Mustang with Bob, he started drinking and yelling at Cherry. It was really uncomfortable so we decided to get out.

We bought some popcorn and sat down to watch a movie. A while later two greasers sat down behind us.

One of them I knew. His name was Ponyboy. He was a straight A student who went to most of my classes. The older one I didn't recognize.

The older one was bothering Cherry by putting his feet on her chair and talking dirty to her. I didn't really listen. I have learned how to deal with bullies a lot.

Cherry was getting more and more uncomfortable. Then I leaned towards her and simply said "Cherry just Ignore him,"

At that moment the greaser turned to me.

"And what is a gressette like you hanging out with hot shots like these?" Now that was just rude. "Hey why don't you shut your trap?" I glared at him.

"Dally leave them alone," A tiny voice behind me said. I turned and my eyes went wide. It was the greaser I had defended a long time ago. I recognized his jean jacket, his hair, his eyes....It was him and he was defending us. I slumped back in my chair and stared as he stared back. I knew he recognized me.

"Fine. Fine. This place blows." The greaser turned and left.

"Thank you. Now why are you guys hanging out with trash like him?" Asked Cherry.

"Dally's ok," The kid said quietly.

"Hey why don't y'all sit up here and protect us?" Marcia said.

Ponyboy sat next to Cherry, who sat next to Marcia. next to her was an empty seat and then there was me. The other greser sat in the other seat next to me. I felt myself blush.

Cherry explained to Ponyboy why we were alone. She told her about Bob her boyfriend. We learned that Ponyboy was related to that good looking greaser that works at the gas station. I had seen him before. Man he is one doll.

Then I turned to the greaser next to me.

"Hi, What's your name?" I asked

"Johnny Cade,"

"I'm Candy. How old are you? I'm 15"

"16" He smiled at me and I smiled back.

We started talking, getting to know each other Then someone grabbed his shoulder.

"You've had it greasers," We all turned to see another guy smiling at us. I didn't recognize him.

Johnny looked really pale "Hey Two-Bit," he said with a shaky voice.

Two-Bit sat in the seat between me and Marcia.

"What's your name?" He asked me while doing this weird thing with his eyebrows. I started giggling despite of myself. "Candy" he turned and started chatting with Marcia.

"Is he a friend of yours?" I asked Johnny. he nodded and told me about his gang: Sodapop Curtis, Ponyboy Curtis, Darry Curtis, Two-Bit Mathews, Steve Randle, and Dally Winston.

"Hey isn't Dally that guy who is always getting with the fuzz?" I asked

"Yup. He actually just got out of the cooler,"

"Oh. Well don't tell anyone, but I've actually kinda admired him. I am a soc, although it may not seem like it. When people see me, they think I'm a greaser. I am totally fine with it. In school the greasers are always in a group causing some kind of trouble. It's actually kinda funny!" Johnny laughed and asked why in the world I would want to be a greaser.

I thought about it a bit, "I don't really know. It seems..more fun than a life as a soc."

"Hey Candy, these guys offered us to walk us home," Marcia said.