Hey it's Steves-girl here and this is my very first story I have ever
written so if it not that good then I am really sorry. Oh and if something
seems like it doesn't fit in your probably right I tend to let my mind
wonder and then strange things get put in so if ya see anything let me know
and I'll fix it. I also accept all kinds of reviews, even flames (hey if ya
flamed me you had to sort of like it to take the time to write me). Oh and
if you can think of a good title for the story that would be great.
Chapter one
A soc? So confused
I'm the new girl in town, and boy are things way different then what I'm use to, my dad dropped me off for my first day of school and there are some tuff looking guys here, some pretty good looking as well. I stepped out of the car and started to walk up to the school passing by some very intimidating boys. Where one just had to say something. " Whoa look at that soc, she is one fine looking babe." he obviously didn't say that to me but to the friends beside him. Now the friends beside him were good looking though so was he, he had these ice blue eyes and this wild blonde hair, he just left it there like he had no care in the world. The next one beside him just caught my eye I'm not sure if it was his perfectly swirled hair or his perfect build, but boy he was great looking. "Look Steve the soc is starring at ya." the ice blue eyed boy said. " like something ya see girl, cause if your looking for a good time I'm the one to pick." with that the boy named Steve hit him and told him to shut up, then he looked at me. " Look here girly I don't date socs." well who did this guys think there were I don't even know what a socs is so how on earth could I be one. " Look I am not looking for a good time, and if I was I wouldn't pick either one of you ass holes who think there all that, and second of all I don't know what a socs is." then all of the sudden some one came from behind me and put there hands on my shoulder " what does a pretty socs like you think your doing hanging out with greasers." what is with the people here. "Umm excuse me but I have no idea what any of you guys are talking about and I have no idea what a socs or greaser is, so if you guys don't mind you could explain it to me" well every one gave me a funny look, then Steve spoke up. " Look socs are the rich kids that live one the West Side and greasers are the poor kids that live one the East Side, get it now? So you can take your socy ass but to the west side." well these people are very judge mental, I am not even a socs and they all think I am like what the hell gives them that impression? " Well every one I am very glade to see that people here get to know the new people before they label them, because for your information I've just moved here. Might I add, onto the eastside with my father, so I guess that makes me a greaser STEVE, and if you don't mind," I said turning to the guy behind me. "You will remove you hands from my shoulders and let me continue on my way." and with that I walk away leaving some very dumb founded boys. Steve's pov.
"Well Dallas that was an interesting girl" she was a real looker and I couldn't believe she was a greaser. "Ya I'd do her any day, but I guess she thinks different. Man she should could tell someone off really good." ya Dallas was right there she could tell you were to go and how to get there with out even thinking about it. And old Dal is pissed now cause some broad told him off and no guy around here will tell him off cause he would kick their ass. "Well Dallas I better get going to class." The only reason why I care if I am late is because I have auto body first and I actually like that class and I am doing good in it. "Okay sure thing Steve, I'll come by at lunch and hang with you all." So I walked into my auto and to my dismay and many others, that girl was there. "Good morning class today I would like to welcome you to the new student Takara Lashay, I know she is a girl but this was the only option left with room so I want you all to treat her with respect. Takara you may go work with Steven over there." What the hell did the teacher think he was doing, putting her with me, god, she is gonna bite my head off.
Takara pov.
" well isn't this nice, I get to work with Mr. Judge mental." God now I am happy, well lets hope he is good because the only thing I know about a car is how to open the door get in an buckle up. " Okay so I was judging you when we first met can we get past that we have to work on the carburetor, so hurry up and tie back your hair." We need to work on carbo what? o great I am so gonna fail this class. " We need to work on the what?" great now he is gonna know I'm stupid. " The carburetor, do you not know what that is?" well of course I do I work with it ever day " nope sorry no idea" I put on that stupid girly face so maybe he'll explain. "Do you know anything about cars." Now what kind of question is that to be asking, god I may be a girl but I do know the basics. " Ya I know the basics." "Okay now what is your definition of may, I quote the basics?" " Well for starters I can open the door, and I know what the handle and the sit belts look like and soon I shall also know what the carboriner or what ever you call it is." Okay so that was a stupid answer but hey I'm new at this so I can act as dumb as I want to. " Well that's nice so you don't know anything?" that is correct my friend. "Yep that's what I said." The class ended soon and Steve taught me a lot; he is an okay guy I guess.
Chapter one
A soc? So confused
I'm the new girl in town, and boy are things way different then what I'm use to, my dad dropped me off for my first day of school and there are some tuff looking guys here, some pretty good looking as well. I stepped out of the car and started to walk up to the school passing by some very intimidating boys. Where one just had to say something. " Whoa look at that soc, she is one fine looking babe." he obviously didn't say that to me but to the friends beside him. Now the friends beside him were good looking though so was he, he had these ice blue eyes and this wild blonde hair, he just left it there like he had no care in the world. The next one beside him just caught my eye I'm not sure if it was his perfectly swirled hair or his perfect build, but boy he was great looking. "Look Steve the soc is starring at ya." the ice blue eyed boy said. " like something ya see girl, cause if your looking for a good time I'm the one to pick." with that the boy named Steve hit him and told him to shut up, then he looked at me. " Look here girly I don't date socs." well who did this guys think there were I don't even know what a socs is so how on earth could I be one. " Look I am not looking for a good time, and if I was I wouldn't pick either one of you ass holes who think there all that, and second of all I don't know what a socs is." then all of the sudden some one came from behind me and put there hands on my shoulder " what does a pretty socs like you think your doing hanging out with greasers." what is with the people here. "Umm excuse me but I have no idea what any of you guys are talking about and I have no idea what a socs or greaser is, so if you guys don't mind you could explain it to me" well every one gave me a funny look, then Steve spoke up. " Look socs are the rich kids that live one the West Side and greasers are the poor kids that live one the East Side, get it now? So you can take your socy ass but to the west side." well these people are very judge mental, I am not even a socs and they all think I am like what the hell gives them that impression? " Well every one I am very glade to see that people here get to know the new people before they label them, because for your information I've just moved here. Might I add, onto the eastside with my father, so I guess that makes me a greaser STEVE, and if you don't mind," I said turning to the guy behind me. "You will remove you hands from my shoulders and let me continue on my way." and with that I walk away leaving some very dumb founded boys. Steve's pov.
"Well Dallas that was an interesting girl" she was a real looker and I couldn't believe she was a greaser. "Ya I'd do her any day, but I guess she thinks different. Man she should could tell someone off really good." ya Dallas was right there she could tell you were to go and how to get there with out even thinking about it. And old Dal is pissed now cause some broad told him off and no guy around here will tell him off cause he would kick their ass. "Well Dallas I better get going to class." The only reason why I care if I am late is because I have auto body first and I actually like that class and I am doing good in it. "Okay sure thing Steve, I'll come by at lunch and hang with you all." So I walked into my auto and to my dismay and many others, that girl was there. "Good morning class today I would like to welcome you to the new student Takara Lashay, I know she is a girl but this was the only option left with room so I want you all to treat her with respect. Takara you may go work with Steven over there." What the hell did the teacher think he was doing, putting her with me, god, she is gonna bite my head off.
Takara pov.
" well isn't this nice, I get to work with Mr. Judge mental." God now I am happy, well lets hope he is good because the only thing I know about a car is how to open the door get in an buckle up. " Okay so I was judging you when we first met can we get past that we have to work on the carburetor, so hurry up and tie back your hair." We need to work on carbo what? o great I am so gonna fail this class. " We need to work on the what?" great now he is gonna know I'm stupid. " The carburetor, do you not know what that is?" well of course I do I work with it ever day " nope sorry no idea" I put on that stupid girly face so maybe he'll explain. "Do you know anything about cars." Now what kind of question is that to be asking, god I may be a girl but I do know the basics. " Ya I know the basics." "Okay now what is your definition of may, I quote the basics?" " Well for starters I can open the door, and I know what the handle and the sit belts look like and soon I shall also know what the carboriner or what ever you call it is." Okay so that was a stupid answer but hey I'm new at this so I can act as dumb as I want to. " Well that's nice so you don't know anything?" that is correct my friend. "Yep that's what I said." The class ended soon and Steve taught me a lot; he is an okay guy I guess.