Ok everybody, here is another chapter enjoy and r&r please.

On Monday I was walking towards my math class when I spotted April walking towards me in the hallway. She was with another girl who I'd never seen around school before.

"Hey Ponyboy wait up," she waved at me. I stopped by the door of the classroom and waited. They came up. "Hi Ponyboy," April spoke, "remember I told you my cousin was moving here. Well this is Jessica my cousin. She used to live in New York before moving here."

"This is my boyfriend Ponyboy." She introduced me. I guess April told her about me before 'cause she didn't ask me if that was my real name like most people did when they heard my name for the first time.

"Do you have your math class here with Mr. Williams?" April asked.

"Uh-ha"

"Well, Jessica too. I was just showing her where Mr. Williams classroom was." Jessica nodded as if to confirm what April was saying. "Nice to meet you." She offered.

"Nice to meet you too," I replied. I remembered that April said Jessica was a soc so I was a little flattered that she was even talking to me. Usually socs ignore us, don't say hello or nothing 'cept when they are shouting insults at us. So like I said I was a little flattered that a soc was even talking to me. Besides she was a real looker. She was tall and had a nice figure, she had light brown hair just like April and you could see some resemblance between April and her since they wer related, but not too much. Jessica really was a looker, more beautiful even than April and that's saying a lot since April was really beautiful. It's not like I was attracted to her or anything. I liked April not Jessica. It didnt' matter that Jessica was more beautiful. I liked April not only because of her looks but also because who she was as a person. It was nice to hang around her and I could be myself around her. I didn't have to pretend or put on a show for her if you know what I mean.

"Ok, I got to get to class," April said, "I'll see you guys later."

"See you later." I replied.

We walked into the classroom and Jessica took a seat right in front of me. Her beautiful hair was partly on my desk. I could smell the scent of her shampoo. It was real nice. It smelled like apples and cinnamon.

After class she came up to me. "Hey Ponyboy, I don't know anyone here besides you and April and since you are in my class is it too much to ask if you could help me to get up to date on what you are going over in class since I missed a lot of it. " It seemed like an innocent request. It couldn't be anything else first of all because she just met me and second because April introduced me as her boyfriend so it was clear that I wasn't available. Soon enough though I thought she'll make friends with all the other socs in school and then she won't be talking to me just like the rest of them.

"Sure," I said, " I'll help you out. Meet me at three at the library."

"Ok" she said simply. Usually after school I walked April home, but I'm sure she'll understand. I'll tell here during lunch that her cousin asked me for help.

At three school day was over and I met Jessica at the library just like we agreed. I already talked to April during lunch and explained to her that Jessica asked me for help, and I wouldn't be walking April home today and maybe for a couple of days or even a couple of weeks, because Jessica missed a lot and there was a lot of catching up. April said she understood but I could see the disappointment in her eyes. "Be careful," I'd told her, "don't walk all by yourself." I said because socs were on our case as always and even more these days.

"I'll take the bus." April replied.

"Ok."

So there we were Jessica and I at the library. It was pretty quiet. There were some people studying and checking out some of the books. We grabbed a desk, and I took out my math textbook. Jessica did the same. I opened it to the page where the topic started - it was all this stuff about logarithms and parabolas and various other graphs.

I was about to start explaining the material to her but one thing was bothering me and aI couldn't shake it off even though I tried. She was a soc, she was only talking to me because she was new and didn't know the score yet. Soon enough she'd be avoiding me like the plaque. I couldn't help it and decided to just ask her. "So did you meet a lot of new people today?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said exited, "so many that I can't even remember all of their names." She sounded really happy that she met a lot o people.

"So..." I asked hesitantly, "did they tell you yet what greasers and socs are?"

"Oh that... "she waved her hand in the air as if dismissing the question, "yeah they told me, and that is the stupidest thing I've ever heard. I dont' care where the person is from. I don't care if someone is rich or poor. I sure am not going to stop being friends with someone because they are not rich."

Wow that was quite a statement. I never heard anyone say something like that before. At that moment I felt respect towards her and I felt liek maybe it's not so bad after all. That there are people who won't look down on you just because you are a greaser.

"You might get in trouble for talking to a greaser being that you are from the rich side of town." I tried to warn her.

"I dont' care."

"Well suit yourself." I said smiling and then started explaining the material t her.

I was explaining about parabolas and logarithms and stuff like that. We were in the honors class so we were already doing this stuff while some other kids don't get to it till last year of High School or even college.

After we'd studied for about two hours we decided it was enough for the day and agreed to meet up again tomorrow. I walked Jessica to the bust stop. Since the school bus was already gone she had to take the regular bus. We talked on the way the the bus stop. She told me a little bit about her family. She used to live in New York where there were gangs and fights between social classes, but she claimed not to participate in that. Her dad was a dentist - no wonder she had a lot of money I thought. Her mom used be a stay at home mom but now that Jessica was older and she didn't have a younger brother or sister her mom decided that she wanted a career. She went to school for hotel management. At the time their grandmother on her mother's side lived with them and now that she passed away they had no more family in New York .They decided to move back to Tulsa where they had family - April's family. And besides it was much harder to find the job for her mom in New York. Sure there are lots of hotels there, but there are so many more people applying for each job the competition is cut -throat. She applied for the job in Tulsa and when she got an offer they moved here. So that was her family story. I told her my family situation as well. We agreed to meet at the library again the following day. I don't know why, but for some reason I was glad that we would be meeting tomorrow and for a couple of days or maybe even weeks. Jessica seemed like an interesting person and most importantly she didnt' care if people were rich or poor. She didn't look down on me just because I was a greaser. Part of me though thought that this was too good to be true. It just didnt seem believable that a soc who's been so rich her whole life wouldn't look down on a greaser like me. Maybe I thought she was just saying that stuff because she needed me to help her with her work. But I dismissed this thought.