Dallys POV
*cue song: Roxy Roller by Nick Gilder
I was at the Nightly Double with Sodapop trying to pick up some chics. He was yammering away with some blonde greaser, while I kept striking out. I took a seat next to Soda trying to actually pay attention to the movie. It sucked. The movie was about some kids who went on a road trip across Europe. Just when I was about to lose hope, I saw a cherry red bug convertible.
Cue song: Roxy Roller by Nick Gilder
Inside of the small car was a girl who looked about 16 or 17 with brown hair that shined red under the light. She had a lolipop in her mouth, just to tease all of the guys out of her league. I would of course fall under that category. She was a Soc and I'm a Greaser. It's not that often a Soc even wants to be seen next to a Greaser. Oh well, what have I got to lose? I thought to myself. I got up and walked over to her bug.
"Looking for some company?", I asked her trying to break the ice.
"Sure, why do you know somebody?", she teased.
I had a feeling this girl would piss me off.
"Very funny, Soc", I spat
All of a sudden she got very defensive " Don't call me that! I've never done anything so awful to earn a label like that!"' she argued
"jeez, I didn't realize how sensitive you were"' I told her raising my hands I. The air innocently.
"I'm not a Soc. Nor will I ever be, ya dig?", she asked me my own catchphrase.
"yeah, yeah, whatever Soc."' I said walking back to Soda.
"dude, did you really just try to pick up Jenny Curran?"' Soda asked me
"Who?", I was clueless. Who on earth is Jenny Curran?
"That girl over there in the bug. That's Jenny Curran.", Soda exlplained.
"what's her story? I mean what's to special about her? She got all pissy when I called her a Soc, usually it'd be the opposite.", I said
"she aint a Soc. Her family's just loaded. Her family and her always donate to charities anonomysly and I always see her volunteering at the soup kitchen. All the Socs hate her because she is actually respectful to people."' Soda explained
"Wow, how come I've never heard of her?" I asked
"dal, soup kitchens or charities aren't your usual hangout", Sod teased.
"yeah, you're right", I laughed, "aww shoot, I think she's reall tuff. She's a ball of fire with a pair of balls." I told Soda
"whatever floats your boat man..." Soda told me
"Shut up, you know what I mean." I shoved him."where can I find her again?"
"dang Dally, I've never seen you so caught up with a chic. Whatever, I think she goes to high school with Ponyboy.", Sodapop told me
"I could pick her up from school one morning and show her a good time.", I thought out loud.
"good luck!", Soda laughed. "she may look like a tough girl, but o the inside she's a goody two shoes.", Soda warned me
"I can break her shield.", I thought out loud again.
I woke up tangled it my sheets. I looked to my clock and it read: 10:48. SHIT! I was late! She was probably In the middle of a class. I threw on the closest shirt I could find. A white tee shirt. On my way out, I grabbed my Jean jacket and pulled out of my driveway with my cheap car. I'm sure shell be reeeaaal impressed by this...
"uh, I'm Jenny Curran's brother. I'm picking her up for her doctors appointment.", I lied to the secretary.
"one moment", she said skeptically. "she's I. Homers geometry right now, you can go get her."
"right, thanks", I said taking off looking for a geometry room. Once I found it, I barged in. The teacher looked at me with daggers, knowing I was a Greaser.
"Can I help you?" he asked impatiently.
"yeah, I'm here to pick up my sister Jenny for her doctors appoitment.". I said looking at her hoping shed catch on.
"shoot! That was today? Well you could have told me this morning!", she said playing along.
"let's go", I said
"wait, are you sure he-". The teacher protested, but t was too late. We were runnig towards my car and hopped in.
"thankyou soo much!", she said taking a deep sigh.
"yeah don't mention it." I said. "So, how about I take you out and show you how us greasers have a good time?", I asked
She just laughed at this. Damn it. She probably thinks shes way better than me and doesn't need some greaser to show her a good time.
"What's so funny?", I said in a shallow voice. I was pissed and I wanted her to know.
"I'm flattered, but you don't even know my name.", she said looking at me.
"Jenny Curran.", I said
"yeah, and your Dallas Winston" , she told me, with a hint of sadness in her voice. I decided to ignore it.
"So, now that we know each other, let's bounce.", I offered.
"Kay", was all she said
