Chapter 7? I think!! Yeah, this is chapter 7!! Angel and Rina~ Hey guys!! Whats up? Haven't talked to you 2 in like ages!! I know I promised you guys the next chapter of "Greasers Have Problems" but unfortunately I lost my notebook that had the next chapter in it so it might be a while until you guys get another chapter!! Lol, sorry!! You'll either have to wait until I find my notebook or until I write a new chap so yeah!! Oh yeah, Rina, I like your new story about Soda going back to school! It's cute! I think you said Angel helped u with it? Yeah, I think. If so, Angel, you did a good job helping!! Hehe!! Anywho continue any of your guys's stories!!! And thanks for the review on "Losing Everything". I loved your review!! It was so cool, and frankly I think that story sucks of mine but whatever!! Lol…I'm currently writing the next chapter for it so yeah!! Anywho, byebye!! To everyone else~ Hey!! Here's chapter 7 so yeah!! Thanks for all the reviews, and all the reviews on all my other stories as well!! You guys know who I own..and who I don't own so here's the story!              

                                                                                ****Roxanne's POV****

                We were sitting inside DQ just drinking and eating when suddenly Cherry just starts laughing and pointing toward the window. What I saw shocked me. It was Two-Bit but he had some girl pushed up against the window and they were making out like crazy. Gosh, girls actually let guys do that to them? I would never let a guy do that to me. Two-Bit practically looked like he would eat her face off any minute.

                "Filthy greaser." Marcia rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Oh, Roxanne, don't worry about that. Guys do that to girls all the time around here. Mostly just the greasers though." She said this with a laugh and then quietly added, "So watch out for those greasers, unless you want to be a window display like Two-Bit Mathews and Angela Shepard just were." It surprised me that Marcia even knew the names of both of them. She seemed to think such little of the greasers so I figured she wouldn't know there names.

                Cherry laughed. "Yea. I know if Bob ever did that to me I'd have my brother lay him flat in a minute." I could tell by the tone of her voice that she was one of those girls that actually liked the guy that she went out with, and in return wanted respect from te guy. She seemed like she was high class. I was like that, not high class, but I didn't want to go out with a guy that I liked when all he wanted was sex. I wanted respect in return, not sex.

                "Stuff like that never happened back at home," I replied glumily already missing California.

                "You went to a private school, didn't you?" Cherry wondered as she dipped her french fry in ketchup.

                I thought about not answering her, or atleast asking her what that meant but decided against it. Maybe she was just curious. "Private school and dance academy." Her and Marcia didn't say anything to I continued. "Why were you wondering?"

                "You seem like a private school girl." That, once again, was Cherry. I shot her a questioning look. "You don't know what I mean?" I shook my head no. "You're so innocent and shy." She stopped like she was trying to remember what to say. "You seem like a little school girl, like a preacher's daughter."

                I laughed. "I may be sweet and innocent, but I'm not a preacher's daughter. My dad owns a law firm." So they were laughing at me for being a private school girl? "Aren't Socs supposed to be innocent?" I wondered.

                "Innocent? Yes. Private school girl? No." Marcia smirked at me.

                "What do you mean a private school girl? You say it like it's a bad thing."

                "Are you a virgin?" I was taken back a little by that question. That had nothing to do with our conversation, plus it was a personal question. "Well, are you?" Cherry urged so I finally shook my head. "See, that's what we mean by private school girl. You're still a virgin. Me and Marcia? We're not." Frankly, I felt like saying, "Thanks for sharing that." That would have been rude though. I mean really, did I need to know that they weren't virgins? No.

                I nodded my head, finally understanding what my two companions meant. Being a Soc was only acting as if you did the right things, only acting as if you were innocent, while being a private school girl actually meant you were innocent.

                "Trust me, you won't be so innocent in a few weeks." Marcia sipped on her vanilla shake.

                "I doubt that," I muttered with a sigh. "So, is it like a rule that Socs and greasers can't be friends?"

                In unison the dark haired girl and the red headed girl yelled, "Yes!" I just blinked. Back in California there were no clashes or cliques like this. There were no Socs and greasers. In my school, there weren't even popular or geek groups. Everyone got along good. This just didn't feel right.

                "Hey." I glanced up from my position in the booth. Standing there were three good looking boys. They all looked like jocks with the whole letter men jackets going on.

                "Bob!" Cherry threw her arms around one boy's neck while Marcia let out a gleeful cry to the guy named Randy. "Roxanne, this is Bob, that's Randy and that's Clay." I waved to them slightly and scooted over so Clay could take a seat next to me. Randy sat next to Marcia, in the same booth as Clay and me, while Bob and Cherry sat in the booth across from us.

                "May I?" Clay asked as he picked up my chocolate milkshake.

                "Be my…" he took a drink, "guest." Under my breath I added, "Wasn't gonna drink it anyway."

                "So, Clay." Cherry winked at me and I caught her drift. She was trying to set me up with Clay. He was good lookin', but I just didn't have enough time for a boyfriend, just like I didn't have enough time for cheerleading. "Roxanne was just telling us that she's a dancer."               

                "Really?" Clay wondered. "A dancer? What kind? Dirty dancer?"

                I ignored his last comment, "Ballet, and jazz. A little bit of tap and some street jam." I waited for him to ask me what street jam was, but he didn't. He started talking about baseball practice. That right there told me that he wasn't interested in you as a person; he just cared about looks.

                I pretended to listed to the conversation but instead I was really just looking at all the different kinds of people in the small Tulsa DQ. Actually, it wasn't that small of a Dairy Queen; it had a large jukebox and an open floor for people who wanted to dance.

                "I love this song!" I suddenly blurted out as the song "Cry to Me" was being played on the jukebox. Everyone at the table kinda stared at me for a minute but then went back to their conversations. They weren't even listeing to me. Finally, I couldn't contain myself, "Does someone want to dance?"

                "No." That was the solid answer I got from them all.

                "Please." I didn't want to go dance by myself. "Anyone?" Again they all said no.

                I felt a small warm touch on my shoulder so I turned around. "Would you like to dance?" The guy stretched out his hand to take mine.

A/N~ Review please! And sorry this chap. Was boring, I just wanted to develop some more traits for the character Roxanne. It will get better I promise!! REVIEW!!