Grease

"Be cool," Rizzo snapped, flicking a hand towards the three girls clustered behind her.

"Calm down, Riz," Marty said, studying her made- up face in a handheld mirror, looking bored. "It's not that big a deal."

Rizzo smacked Marty with a handheld fan she had pulled out of her pocketbook. "It is a big deal. We could be pink ladies!"

"Pink ladies!" Frenchie gasped, her eyes growing huge. "We'd be the coolest girls in school!"

"So we can't blow this." Rizzo looked up at the diner'a sign that read 'Frosty's Palace.' Rizzo had dreamed of being a Pink Lady ever since the fifth grade. She had assembled the perfect group- the peppy one, the bitchy, pretty one, the relatable one, and her- the bad girl. She was the leader of her group. Now she was finally in high school, just a freshman, and destined for great things- Like Pink Lady-Dom.

"Ready," Jan announced, stuffing an empty Twinkie wrapper in a nearby garbage can.

"Jan, suck in your stomach. Marty, look pretty. French-" she stopped, not sure what else to say. Taking a deep breath, she reached out a hand and touched wrists with the other girls- their private sign of affection. "Let's do this," Rizzo said, pushing the diner's door open and strolling confidently inside, certain her girls were following behind her.

It was easy to pick out the current Pinks- they were like teen royalty. They were the girls that other girls looked jealously after, the ones that always caught the boy's eyes first, the ones that had a great time, no matter the circumstance. The same was to be said for now. The four gorgeous girls were seated at a table in the middle of the room that seemed to have its own spotlight on it. They were laughing, talking, throwing fries at each other. Both waitresses and other kids occasionally glanced their way, wishing they were part of the gang.

Rizzo swelled with pride. She nodded to her friends and marched over to their table. "Hey."

The girls stopped talking and stared at her. One girl- the prettiest of all who radiated leadership- leaned forward, her brown perm looking like something straight out of a magazine. "You Rizzo?" She asked, popping a cherry pink bubble.

Starstruck, Rizzo could only nod. She knew the girl. Everyone knew her- she was Sherri Paten. The most popular girl in all Rydell. Then Rizzo regained her voice. "Yeah. You Sherri?"

Sherri winked a heavily lined eye. "You betcha. Who are your little friends?"

"That's Marty, Jan, Frenchy."

"Frenchy!" The girl on Sherri's right laughed. Rizzo knew her too. Molly Doll. "Like the kissing? Have you ever even kissed a guy, hun?"

"Probably more than you," Frenchy replied snarkily. After a thought, she added. "Hun."

Molly laughed again, and Sherri pointed to the empty spaces in the booth. "Sit." She commanded.

Rizzo scooted in, then Marty, Frenchy and Jan.

Jan immediately zeroed in on the fries. "You gonna eat those?" She reached for them, but Frenchy smacked her hand to remind her of who they were sitting with.

"Want a smoke?" The girl next to Rizzo offered her a cigarette. Rizzo knew her as Susan Laverge. Next to Susan was Sherri and next to her was Molly. The fourth and final pink was a blonde girl who went by Zay. Rizzo wasn't sure of her real name. Although Sherri was the most popular, Zay was definitely the coolest.

"She's a freshman, Suze. She doesn't smoke," Molly sneered. She was the mean one.

Rizzo rolled her eyes at Molly and grabbed the already lit cigarette out of Suze's hand and stuck it in her mouth.

"Riz!" Marty whispered intently. None of the girls had ever smoked before. Rizzo pinched her under the seat, a warning to be cool.

Sherri reached over and pulled the ciggie put of Rizzo's mouth and smashed it on an empty plate. "Come on, Suze. She's thirteen and Vi or someone will bust us." Sherri nodded towards the white haired waitress who was eyeing the table critically. Turning to Rizzo, Sherri smiled. "So you wanna be pink."

Marty shrugged. "Sure."

All four of the current Pinks laughed.

"Everyone wants to be Pink," Zay explained at the other girl's confused look.

"But not everyone can be," Molly hissed.

Sherri waved a hand at Molly. "But you four seem okay. We've checked you out. If your up to it, you can join up."

"Really?" Frenchie asked, the excitement apparent in her voice. "Do we get cool jackets?"

The Pinks laughed again. "In time," Sherri promised. "But being Pink is a lot of responsibility. You sure you're up for it?"

Rizzo squeezed Marty's hand under the table. "We're up for it."

Sherri exchanged a look with the other Pinks. "You gotta go through initiation." Suze stated.

"Yeah, we tell you to do stuff and you do it," Molly supplied.

"If you prove yourself, you get the jacket," Zay said. "And the jacket is an all access pass to popularity, parties, and boys." She winked.

"You ready?" Sherri asked. "No turning back now."

Rizzo looked at all her friends, who looked just as excited as she was. She took a deep breath. "Yeah. We're ready."