I woke up to the noise of my brother and sister pillow fighting with each other. They were bothering the hell out of me. I could hear mom and dad chatting in the kitchen while having breakfast. Why didn't anyone let me sleep? "Wake up, sleeping beauty" my brother Chris yelled at me. He was a year older than me but, he acted so much younger. "You are the laziest bum that I know" My younger sister, Judy jeered.

"Shut up" I mumbled, and got out of bed sleepily. It was the first week of summer vacation and all I've been doing for the past few days was sleeping. But today I had a part time job to join, and I knew my summer wouldn't be spent by sleeping anymore. I was still only in my first year of college, and eighteen years old, and my parents thought it was extremely unnecessary for me to get a job. My brother was 22, working in my dad's business company.

"Why don't you just work in my office? If you really want to work that badly." My dad was still insisting at the last minute. He owned a very big business and my brother worked there with him. But that wouldn't really be working, if I was working at place my dad owned. I was still scared though. If he was so worried of me working, what would he do, when he found out the store I was going to be working in was on the east side?\

We lived on the west side, and were considered Socs. Even though my parents hated the gang thing, and didn't want that title to have any affect on me or my siblings, they still wanted to keep us separate from the shadow of those "greaser hoods." We lived on the center of the west side, and my father was a millionaire of Tulsa, and we lived in a mansion, just like all other Socs. , but my parents never let us refer to ourselves as that term. But obviously because we grew up here, on the west side, all of our friends were Socs, and we all hated the greasers.
I never thought I would have to go to the filthy east side, but I couldn't get any job in this side of the town. I wandered around the whole town. And when I finally went to a flower shop that needed an employee, I realized it was the east side. My best friend, Maureen, was about to murder, me when she found out, but I begged her to keep my secret.

I went to my room, and got ready quickly. I wore a short jean skirt, and a blue flowery top. I combed my golden- brown curly hair and put some make up on. I looked different then all of my family. My mom and my 16 year old sister looked very alike, with dark brown hair, and hazel eyes, while my eyes were green-blue. My dad and my brother literally looked like twins.

My mom came into my room as I was getting ready. "I have some shopping to do, Devon, so lets go together, I'll drop you off, and I'll get to see your job place as well."

That got me freaked out. If she went then she would know.

"Mom, please, I'm going to feel weird, I'm not going to school that you can drop me off into." I pretended to sound childish. My mom gave me a look, but let me go on my own.

I took the silver SUV my parents gave me as soon as I turned eighteen. I parked it right in front of the shop, and went in. The owner was a friendly woman.

"Hello, Devon. I was waiting for you. I want you to work at the cashier, taking care of the money. You seem like a smart girl, who is good at math." She said laughing. I laughed also. But it was true; I had finance as my major in college, so I could work in a bank, like the ones that my father owned.

I only worked for a few hours before the woman was closing the shutters.

"This fast?" I asked surprised. It was only seven thirty. We have to close early here honey; this place is full of hoods. I suddenly felt bad for all the people who lived in this side, living with so much fright.

"You may as well go home, child. Not safe for a pretty girl like you to be out here alone." She said while packing up her stuffs.

I went and started driving for ten minutes, until I heard a loud screech. I got out of the car to check what happened.

I had driven through a piece of glass and my tire was almost flat. I got back into the car, and managed to drive slowly up to a gas station, hoping some mechanic would be able to fix it quickly.

When I pulled my car in, the most handsome guy greeted me.

"Hello" he said in a very cheery voice. "How can I help you?"

I didn't reply. I just kept on staring at this handsome guy. His eyes, his hair, his smile…. Everything was so perfect about him. I broke out of my daze when he talked again.

"Um, Ma'am?" he asked hesitantly. I just smiled.

"My tire needs to be fixed." I managed.

"Oh that's my friend Steve's job." He replied. "Steve…!" he called out loud.

I looked around and noticed I was the only person at the station. A shiver went through my spine, realizing I was actually at a place in the east side, all alone at night.

"You have to get off the car, ma'am." Another voice said. It was most likely Steve.

I was so busy thinking, I didn't even see him coming.

I got out and stood next to the good looking guy. "What's your name?" he asked.

"Devon Caulfield. You?"

"Sodapop Curtis" He replied smiling.

It was hard to keep from bursting out laughing. But I tried my best. He must have noticed the look on my face.

"I know, my dad was a very original person" he said, laughing himself.

"I like it, because it sounds original also" I said truthfully, even though I knew as soon as I left this place I would start cracking up.

It took a while for Steve to fix the tire. I just stood there staring at Sodapop.when it was done I paid them and drove off, thanking them. I had grown up with many good looking boys around me. I had many boyfriends who were rich, good looking, and had every quality a girl would want to find in a guy, but for some reason this was different. I never had butterflies in my stomach when I thought of a guy. I remembered my philosophy teacher once saying, when you feel weird in your stomach when you think of a guys, it was your real love. I had believed it then. But for some reason it sounded fake now. It was true I did have butterflies in my stomach, but a greaser on the west side couldn't possibly be my first love.

I was never so wrong in my whole life.