Shelly's POV

"OMG!! Did you see that stud that just walked past?" My best friend Ashley asked me, still staring openly at the boy who had walked past. By now, if I had been that boy, I would have notice someone staring at me. You don't even have to turn around or look around to know someone is staring at you. You just get this falling sensation in your stomach that makes you gag.

" Yea… too bad he's a greaser." I said inspecting my French manicured nails. You see, in our town there are kinda 3 totally different things you could be. If you had money and lived on the South side, you were considered a Soc, which is what me and my friends are. If you were considered ' low income', and lived on the North side you were regarded to as a Greaser. The other is 'Middle Classers". They don't really get into a lot of fights, some side with greasers, some with Soc's, as long as they stay outta my way I don't give a damn about them.

" So? Look at him, he is sexy as hell!" Ashley said pointing a finger at a boy in a leather jacket and had heavily greased hair. He now noticed that she was pointing at him so he nudged a few of his friends and pointed over to us. They all started whistling and calling us over.

Something that boy probably didn't know, was that we were Socs. My friends and I are the only Socs that dress kinda like greasers. Most of the time I'm either wearing a mini skirt or tight jeans, it's not like I dress to impress I just wear what I want to wear, it also probably helps that my mom is a model. People say we look like sisters, only because my mom has had so much work done, but basically it's a compliment. We both have the same long, shapely body, white blonde hair, tan skin, and big baby blue eyes; the only thing I got from my technical father was his attitude. Let me tell you a bit about my father; lets call him… Jerry, the reason I'm saying that is because I have never met the guy and don't know shit about him. Well Jerry, was a gang leader up in New York, The Maniac Street Prowlers, and was a bad- tempered, sarcastic, bad -ass dude. The only thing I got from him was his ability to lie his way outta anything ( or into anything), and 'Win at ALL cost' attitude. I'm not gonna lie, I'm cocky, kinda mean, and a little…loose (if ya know what I mean;). I'm also very stubborn, right now I'm on my 4th step dad, who is currently trying to win me over with cash, but I still refuse to call him dad, cause, big surprise, he aint.

" We are sooo way outta his league, look he's coming over here." Ashley whispered into my ear. I laughed slightly knowing well he would walk away from us a little weirded out. Tonight I had decided to go heavy on the make-up and light on the clothes. I was wearing a short denim mini skirt, tight red halter -top, and some red pumps. I looked over and surveyed what Ashley was wearing: a black skirt that was longer than mine, white low cut beater, and some white flip flops; she had also gone light on the make-up. Ashley had her long brown hair in a high pony -tail; her bright green eyes were sparkling with white shimmer eye shadow that illuminated her pale skin.

" Hey ladies, ya'll lookin fer a good time?" The boy asked with a mischievous grin plastered across his face. The boy was handsome, no more than handsome; I think I would say he was… gorgeous. Ashley was practically drooling over him, but I wasn't fooled.

" How bout you start by telling us your name, or is that beneath you?" I asked leaning against my Electric Blue Chevrolet Corvette. He stared at me in shock for a second before giving me a 'winning' smile.

"Feisty, your lucky, that's the way I like my chicks." He said leaning toward me so our faces were only mere inches away. I put my hand on his chest, and ran it down stopping a little below his ribs. He was smirkin like a crazy man I almost wanted to slap him. I pushed him back hard causing him to temporarily loss his breath and lean over.

" Oh babe, no need to bow to me." I said stretching out my hand and pointedly looking at my fingernails. He angrily grabbed my arm and pulled me forward.

"Nobady talks to me like that, ya hear? I'm gonna teach you a lesson you'll never ferget." He brought his hand back to smack me, but someone grabbed the hand that was raised and pulled him from me. Ashley had run off to get help. I rubbed my arm, where a handprint was beginning to form.

" Curly, you don't hit nice girls like her." A cold voice taunted causing me to look up from my bruised arm. There stood about 10 guys, even greasier then this so called " Curly". The one that had twisted Curly's hand was standing in front of me smoking a cigarette, and allowing his eyes to violet my body. He smirked and walk forward, causing me to grope the door looking for the hand for a swift escape. The boy, well really, the man was very good looking, even better looking than Curly. I could tell right away they were brothers and I had a good idea who they were. The Shepard brothers, since Curly was the younger one, I guessed this was Tim. They had the same heavily greased pitch black hair, tan skin, and cold, dark blue eyes. The only difference was Tim was a little leaner than Curly, who was more muscle. Tim also had a long scar that went from the top of his left temple to the bottom of his chin.

" Well, well, well, what do we got here boys. A couple good lookin broads with guys?" Tim asked his crew still staring at me.

" What're ya doin on the East side, Soc?" He asked, " Hopefully lookin fer a good time, cause that I can give ya." Tim said wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. I couldn't hold it in, I burst out laughing. Tim gave me the weirdest look and kinda looked around.

" What's so funny, socy broad?" He asked, " did I say anything funny, Ray?" Tim turned to a boy with wavy light brown hair and green eyes, he was also good looking.

" Nah, the broads juss crazy." Ray said with a smirk. Tim and his gang got a good laugh outta that. I decided that there was two choices: I stay here and probably get raped or try to make a get away. I decided that since I was a risk taker that I should try to get into the car and take off. While Tim and his friends chuckled about Rays stupid little joke, I opened the car door and climbed in. I started up the engine, then noticing all the guys had surrounded the car, the only way I could take off was to run about 5 of them down, and I didn't need anything else on my criminal record.

" Come on out baby, I don't wanna haveta smash the window on such a perrty car." Tim said motioning for me to get out.

" Yea, wit such a perrty driver in it." One of his boys said making them all laugh. I reluctantly opened the door and climbed out, smoothing my skirt, which had ridden up a bit. Tim grabbed my arm and began pulling me toward their cars.

" Let go of me, seriously, I can have the fuzz on you in no time." I threatened. Tim shoved me in the car and got in himself.

" Don't worry doll face, I aint gonna do nothin to ya." He said waving off guys that tried to get in. " Takin you back to where you belong." Tim said revving the engine and pulling off. None of the cars followed him, but went in a separate direction. I looked at him with eyes filled with awe.

" Why you doin this?" I asked, scared for the answer.

"Don't like to see nice girls get hurt, or ones that can stand their ground." He said staring at the road. We soon pulled up to the end of greaser territory and he stopped.

" Thanks… for everything." I said getting out of the car, " I guess this means goodbye." I said smiling. I received a quick grin.

" You gotta name?" Tim asked backing the car up, and sticking his head out the window.

" Shelly Dawson." I yelled to him.

" Maybe I'll see ya around, Shelly." He said before revving his engine and speeding off, and recrossing into Greaser Territory.

" See ya." I said to the dust thrown up by the cars wheels and began the long walk to my house, still contemplating how I was going to explain how I, ' forgot my car' at the diner.