Title: Losing Grip

Rating: PG-13(Just to be on the safe side)

Summary: Jara, is known as "The Loser of Tulsa High" but after a bet Sodapop Curtis takes, he has only 2 months to make her into the most popular girl in school. With his help he will transform her from a geeky girl into the most beautiful thing that ever walked the face of the earth. He will help her in her looks, her crush with Ponyboy, and much more. The thing is, will Soda become too close to her?……..Is he starting to realize something else too? And is it too late for him to take the bet back?

A/N: Just before you start reading this, some of you might think the idea of this fic is like, the movie "She's All That"………..Well, it isn't but I realized it kind of has some of the same elements as the movie so, please, I hope you don't have a problem with that.

I also have Sodapop still in High-School, just to make it clear.

It started off like any other day. I'd somehow stumble out of bed after 20 minutes of screaming at my mom "FIVE MORE MINUTES!!" then I'd have what I guess you would refer too as my breakfast (Half a bagel, washed down with some soda), and then I'd run to catch up to the school bus.

Now, maybe I should skip ahead………..

But! I must continue with the bus, just to set the mood of my story, of our story.

"Stop! Stop!" I yelled to the moving school bus, I ran along it, on the side of the street. I could see the kids peering out from the windows, pointing and laughing of course.

"Come on, Lady! Stop the bus, she's been running for a block now" Ponyboy Curtis yelled from his seat.

*sigh *…….Ponyboy Curtis……I could say that name forever and it would never be worn out.

As you can tell, and I hope you already realized it. I happen to have the hugest crush on him. No, I'm IN-LOVE WITH HIM! I dream only about him! He's smart, cute, tuff, and just plain sweet.

Does he feel the same way about me? Of course not!

I'd die if he knew…………….

But like he would notice anyway, no one ever notices me. Wait, that's not true. They recognize me as the school "Loser'. Not just A loser but THE loser…Get my point?

I don't really know why. Maybe, it's because I'm in every AP class, maybe it's because I'm not as pretty as the other girls, or maybe it's the way I dress...Like I said, I don't know!

I panted hard as I saw the school bus come to a halt, and thanking god silently I stepped onto it.

"Thank you, thanks" I said to the bushy-haired bus-driver but as I turned, all that anxiety I had yesterday came flooding back to me.

I hated this part, and everyday I would forget about it until the next morning.

What I'm talking about is the part where I have to walk down the crowded aisle and find a seat.

Sounds simple? It's not! It's hell. As I walk by the glaring and laughing kids, I look down at seats to find one.

Most of them are filled and others, well, whoever sat there would quickly put there book-bag to their side and with a snarl they'd say "Don't even think about it, loser"

I came towards the back of the bus now, where I liked to call "Greaser territory".  Only the hoods or popular kids really sat here.

I was neither, I wasn't popular and I wasn't a Greaser.

 I lived on the middle-class part of town, much like my personality, I guess. I was average, only average…. I hated the term with a passion.

I looked up and saw Sodapop Curtis eyeing me, with a raised eyebrow.

I tensed a little and stared back but I soon saw him move his lips and say "You know, sweet-heart, to save yourself the embarrassment, you should really just walk to school"

"But it's too far" I replied, nervously.

"Then don't come!" He responded, I could hear snickering from the back. He then turned and put his arm around a girl that sat next to him, she was pretty, she nuzzled his neck and he kissed her shoulder.

I looked away and stood there, wanting to start bawling, I always wanted to cry.

"Jara, you can sit with me, it's empty here" I heard a soft voice say to me

I turned my head and saw Pony pushing his back-pack to the side to make room for me, me, me, me, me, me, me

ME!!! Ok, I think you get the point.

I could see some of his Greaser friends telling him "What are you doing!" but he just shrugged them off and whispered, "I just can't leave her to stand there"

I sat down, and gazed back at Pony who just smiled slightly at me, then out the window.

I sighed quietly, and sitting back, thinking this was all a dream.

A/N: This didn't have much on what I have planned, but I'm just getting the story started. Hope you don't think it sucks or anything, don't worry, like I said in my other story "This fic IS going somewhere"