This is Chapter 3 I think this is chapter 3 anyway..yeah!! Lol!! I only own the people that you don't recognize!! Anywho, this chapter sucks but oh well!! I promise it will get better..I just don't want to rush this story so yeah!! Lol!! REVIEW!! Thanks..byebye now!

***Roxanne's POV***

"Do you want to try out for the cheerleading squad?" Sherry Valance, who I had just met during lunch time, was talking to me while I fiddled with my locker combination. "Trixie just quit the squad because she's moving away next week, so ya know we're looking for a new girl. Tryouts are tonight and tomorrow." She stopped. "I mean if you're interested."

I smiled. Atleast I had made some friends, well I had actually made a lot of friends. "No thanks. Cheerleading's not my thing. I dance. Besides, I just moved in so my schedule's going to be kinda packed." That was the truth, my schedule was going to be really busy. I had dance classes, which I had already enrolled in, every Tuesday and Thursday nights; I had to study a lot because my parents pushed me to be the best so I had to get the best grades. I still had to unload boxes that were scattered out everywhere in the house, and every Monday night I had singing lessons. I would be way to busy for cheerleading.

"I understand." Cherry, she said everyone calls her that, looked kinda disappointed. "Are you sure? You would make a great cheerleader. You've got the looks, you've got the body. The boys would love you." I laughed at that last sentence. Boys loving me? Ha! Every guy thinks I'm a goody goody. Just because I don't swear, I don't drink,I don't lie, and one cigarette makes me ill I'm labeled a goody goody. Frankly though I am one. I get good grades, I never do anything to wild, I'm not mean to anyone, and like I said before I don't swear, I don't drink, I don't lie, and I don't smoke.

"Sorry, I just have to much to do right now." I brushed a strand of hair out of my face.

"Are you sure?" Cherry tried one last time.

"See you around Cherry." I grabbed my books and turned to leave. There was no point in answering her question again. I had already answered it twice.

"Wait!" I turned around and the redheaded girl was standing there playing with her hair. I could tell that Cherry was a so called "big" Soc. One of the Socs who had everything they ever wanted and looked down on the greasers, that's what Cherry seemed like. Maybe I'm wrong, but it sure doesn't seem like it. Then again, I shouldn't judge her before I get to know her. "I'll come with you, I don't have practice tonight and I'm pretty sure we're both going the same way. You live on the West Side don't you?" I nodded my head. "Let's stop by Marcia and Trixie's locker. They're going the same way as us too." I stopped walking to let Cherry catch up with me.

"Great," I said, happy for some company. To be honest, after going to Tulsa High School for one full day I didn't want to walk home by myself. Half of the guys scared me out of my wits. Not just the jean and leather jacket wearing guys; the decent guys had made some stupid catcalls at me too. However, I knew theres were all fun and games unlike the greasers, as they were called. The greasers had actually threatened me with some stuff.

"Hey Marcia, Trixie." Cherry waved to a girl with a raven colored bob and another girl with short shoulder-length blonde hair. I recognized them both from my English class and they had sat at the same lunch table as me.

"Hi Cherry." They both said in unison, as if they were programmed to do that, and then waved. I shifted my feet uncomfortably as they started in on a conversation. I really feel welcome; I kinda felt like I was intruding in their friendship. Like I was the third wheel, the one getting ignored.

"This is Roxanne. You guys met her at lunch, remember?" I stopped shifting from foot to foot when Cherry introduced me, and I smiled.

"Of course we remember you!" Trixie, the blonde, giggled and showed me her nails. "You like? I did them myself."

"They're great." I smiled She should have went a little softer on the pink. Her nails were way to bright. "Maybe you should soften the pink up a little," I said sincerely and she smiled.

"Thanks. You know I was thinking about that but then I thought maybe I should be daring." Trixie shook her head full of curls and giggled. Daring indeed. You could probably see her nails a mile away.

"So, where do you live?" Marcia asked me as we walked through the parking lot and past several greasers.

"Just a little ways from here. Down St. Francis Boulevard." I thought for a little while trying to decide if that was right. "Yeah, St. Francis." Hey it wasn't my fault that I wasn't sure exactly what street I lived down; I just moved in.

"No way! Really?" I nodded my head. "Me and Cher live down there too!" Trixie was about to start jumping up and down with excitement when she stopped herself and frowned. "Well, I only live down there for about another week then I'm moving to New York."

"New York? Oh. I use to live in California, but my aunt lives in New York."

"There she is! There she is! Steve, there she is!" I looked over to the parking lot to see Two-Bit, the guy that I had met earlier, waving his arms around like a maniac and pointing toward me. I just rolled my eyes.

"What's the story on that guy? Is he on something?" I shot a glance at Two-Bit.

"Oh him? He's just your typical greaser. He probably is on something. All greasers are." Marcia's face contorted in a look of disgust as she mentioned the word greaser. Ok, I understand disliking someone, but disliking them so much that you have to look disgusted when talking about them? In my opinion that was just rude.

"Bye!" I waved to Trixie and Cherry as I turned up my driveway. Marcia had turned down some oether road a little while after out conversation of Two-Bit just being a typical greaser.

The day had started out bad but now it was turning out ok. I had made it through my first day at the little high school of Tulsa. Sure, I was still in the middle of nowhere and I hated it, atleast I had friends now though.

"Hey mommy, daddy!" I pushed open the all glass door that our new house had. I'm not even quite sure why I called to my parents, they wouldn't be home. It would still be an hour until they got home. It was 4:00 p.m. they didn't get home until usually 5.

I pushed my soft brown curls out of my face and slipped my shoes and bobby socks off. Then I yawned and sat down on the plush white couch that lay in the middle of the living room surrounded by card board boxes. The boxes could wait to be unpacked; I had had a hard day and all I wanted to do was sleep.

A/N~ Sorry that chapter was so boring!! Review tho please!! And I have a Dirty Dancing Fanfiction up if anyone wants to read it!! Lol!! Anywho I promise my next chapter will be better!!! So review please!! Thanks!!