I walked to my first class of the day, wishing for the millionth time that the city would build a new school. The one I go to seems to have too many people. Something I was reminded of as someone pushed me into the lockers.
"Learn to walk, greaser." A soc sneared at me from behind.
I ignored him and continued toward my class, which was math. Algebra if you really want to know. When I got to the room, I took my seat. In the middle aisle in the middle desk. Which was unfortunately in the middle of a group of socs. And not nice socs like Cherry and Randy. These were mean socs.
"Hey, grease." One of them took his seat to my left. It wasn't long before the others came.
"I still don't get why they'd let some greasy hood take honors classes." One whispered loud enough for me to hear. "He's just going to end up like his no good brother. Working at a greasy gas station."
"Maybe he already works there. Where else would someone get all that grease in their hair?" Another said as he kicked the back of my chair.
I bit my tongue. I wanted to tell them to lay off. But, if I did, I'd get in trouble and they'd get off easy. That's how things are when you're the only greaser in a class full of socs. And the teacher was never any help anyway. She thought that if she ignored them, they'd be quiet.
Forty-five minutes later, I went to my next class, biology. I still sat next to the cute girl who had seen me use my switchblade to disect our frog. She was nice. Not like the socs in my math class. But she still eyed me carefully every time I sat down next to her.
"I left the switch blade at home." I told her as I took my seat next to her.
She nodded and gave me a small grin. Her blonde hair hung around her shoulders. She had straight hair. And it was so shiny, you could almost see your reflection in it.
"Okay, class, today we are going to start our fruit fly project." The teacher said and waited for the groans to stop before continuing. "This project is worth half of your semester grade. So I suggest you all get serious about it."
I frowned because the teacher reminded me of Darry. He always wanted us to take every assignment seriously. Like all of us were going to go around disecting every animal in sight once we graduated. And he always seems to look straight at me when he says it, too. Maybe because he had both my brothers and isn't sure if I'll be serious like Darry or a goof off like Soda, as he told me. I don't think he liked Soda much.
I watched as the teacher set a jar of fruit flies between me and the girl.
"What happens if the fruit flies all fly out of the jars and all over the room?" Some smart mouthed soc asked.
The teacher just glared at him. He doesn't ignore talking. He doesn't put up with mouthing off. It's another class where I keep my mouth shut.
"I am not touching them." The girl said, pushing the jar closer to me.
I grinned at her. "I don't think we have to touch them. We have tweezers, see?"
I held up the tweezers that were on the tray in front of us. She just shook her head and offered to write the report if I did all the actual work with the flies. I agreed. It was one less thing for me to do at home later.
I had gym next. The teachers were making us learn square dancing. I hate square dancing. The only good thing about it is the girls get to join us. Other than that, I'd rather dance to Elvis and not do all the swing your partner round and round stuff.
After gym was lunch. Which was good because I was starving. I waited outside for Steve and Two-Bit to show up. While listening to a bunch of socs scream 'Greaser!' at me as they passed by.