Jesse's Pov

So there I am laying there in silence, sleeping like a baby. Then I hear…

"Jesse wake up it is ten in the morning!!" Screamed my mom through the house.

See growing up as a Greaser is a hard life, your parents could care less about you, and the Socs are always on your back. I try to ignore it; I mean I've had sixteen years of practice of ignoring it. So it's not that hard anymore.

I decided to get dressed and head over to the Curtis's house for breakfast, after all Ponyboy was making pancakes today, when all we have is old cereal. So I get dressed in a red tank top, a pair of worn jean shorts and a pair of old flip-flops.

"Mom I'm leaving. Bye." I yell behind me as I walk out the door.

"Where are you going?" Asks my mother walking out of the house.

"Since when do you care?"

"Where are you going?" She persists.

"The Curtis's house."

"Why are you always over there?" She asks. Okay now I'm getting angry.

"Cuz I want to be. Bye." And that was that.

On my way I decide to stop and get my friend, Rachel, Rach for short we've been friends since like, forever.

On my way to the house I think about her, she's always wanted to be a Soc. I just don't get it, what's so great about them anyway. They have money, they have nice cars, and they have nice clothes? I don't understand, me personally I would want to stay a Greaser. It is so much fun; I can do what I want, when I want. I love that. Now my parents could care a little more, but I'll survive. Who needs them anyway? Not me.

Rachel's Pov

I wake up like usual, I get up at exactly nine in the morning, go down stairs say hi to my dad, who doesn't listen, eat my cereal, and get dressed. Today I decided I would like a dress, a blue one to be exact. And a pair of a little worn sandals. Then I go outside on the back porch and read. Even if I'm not a Soc I can still act like one, right?

Now my friend Jesse she hates that I want to be a Soc. She thinks that I need to be more like a Greaser and have some pride in who I am. But the thing is I don't want to have pride in being a Greaser. They're disgusting little weasels who don't care about anyone except themselves. But not Johnny he's different he could care about people more than he cares about himself. That's why I have a major crush on him, but I don't show it. It's a little embarrassing. The only person who knows that is Jesse, and I know who she likes it's-.

"Hey are you coming?" Asks Jesse as she climbs to the top of the deck.

"Where?" I ask.

"The Curtis's I'm starved. Come on."

"Sorry I already ate."

"Johnny will be there."

"Okay maybe for a little bit."

"Come on, Dally is there too, and he'll eat all my pancakes."

"I'm going, I'm going."

Sodapop's Pov

I can't believe what just happened. She just walked out like it was nothing. I can't stand that girl. I have to put on a good face though because Dally is here and he'll bug me about it.

"Hey you guys. Pony you still got some pancakes left." Says Jesse as she walks through the door.

Now that is the girl I go to for all my Sandy problems. I mean she is a girl. Oh, Rach is there with her too.

"Sorry Jesse, Dally just took the rest, and I don't have any more mix." Said Pony looking a little sad.

"Oh that's okay, don't worry about it. I'm sure Dally will share, right Dally?" She said looking from Pony to Dally.

"Wrong." Said Dally shoving a mouthful of pancakes in his mouth. He can be such a pig sometimes.

"On contraire." She said taking the plate away from Dally.

She was never afraid of him, or anyone for that matter. She's just fearless all the time. I wish I could be like that.