"Hey Joey are you alright?" You heard a soft voice slowly approach you, you were curled up in the lot crying because your boyfriend was cheating on you with your friend, your ex was a soc and you don't know why you ever went out with him, you caught them both in the back of his car then you ran to the lot, you weren't even a soc, you were a greaser. "Yeah I'm-no I'm not ok," you sobbed while looking up and seeing Ponyboy, "What happened?" He asked as he sat down next to you and wrapped his arm around you to comfort you, "Well I just caught my boyfriend cheating on me with Amy, I just couldn't take it, it just upset me so much," "Joey, you're beautiful and you don't need him anyway, you're funny and smart and beautiful, you don't need any soc," you smiled a little, "Really Pony? You really think all those things of me?" "Of course I do," you stopped crying and you both laid down on the ground and watched the stars and moon in the sky, "Wow, it's pretty up there isn't it?" "Yeah it sure it, but not as pretty as you," pony said while bitting his lip, pony brought you closer to him and hugged you tighter, you fell asleep and while you were dreaming about Pony, you felt a gentle kiss on your lips and heard Ponyboy whispered, "I love you, Joey,"
You walked threw the halls of your school. You walked to your class. You were late as always. The teacher looked at you as he stopped talking. "Miss Y/L/N why at are you late again?" "I don't know" you said. "Don't let it happen again" he said. You walked to your seat as sat down. That class well all your classes were filled with Soc.s but they all looked at you. There was only a couple greasers like you in that class. One of them was Ponyboy Curtis. You've had a crush on him for almost a year now. You looked at you as you looked at the bored. You hated that class because of the teacher. It was reading class. Surprisingly you sucked t it. You were usually good at reading and writing. But you didn't know what it was in that one class all the sudden. The teacher told you to have a partner by the end of the week for a project. You never had one cause they were all preppy Soc.s that never liked you.