That night, I was riding around with Bob and Randy. This was back when I wore skirts and long hair. I really was a prim and proper Soc. If Bob could see how I was now, I think he'd be disappointed, but he would laugh it off and tell me we were going to milkshakes.

We were on our way to go to a huge party on our side of time. It was down by the lake, as it always was. There would be a lot of beer. It wouldn't matter. If this even got into the papers, it would paint us as saints just because we were from rich families. I didn't care about that part.

I'm not normally from around Tulsa. I grew up in a small city called Weatherford. I was definitely a good kid growing up, even though we weren't very rich. It wasn't until the "circumstance," as I like to call it, that I ended up moving in with my cousin and his parents, almost 5 hours away. We didn't really have a hood and a Soc problem. It was just a bunch of ordinary people. It was definitely a huge culture shock for me when I got here. I didn't understand the rules, and therefore I fell for someone who was on the wrong side of town.

And the Soc's knew it, even if I didn't just yet.

Especially Bob. He was like my brother, after all. Of course he didn't agree with my love choice. But, he wasn't going to stop me either.

After a while of being in town, I wizened up. I realized how embarrassing it must be for Bobby; that I was crushing hard on a Greaser. I learned the rules. Then, I only had to make it look like I truly wanted to be a Soc.

Of course, it was fun. I found out I liked drinking. And the boys were definitely unlike any other, even though Soda definitely took the trophy.

I had thought for a long while that he really did like me. We hung out together quite often. I had met his younger and older brother, but not his friends. He wasn't embarrassed or anything, it just never happened. But then, I decided to stay away from the sake of my cousin's reputation. That's when the pretty blonde Sandy came into the picture and snatched him up for herself.

I was ridiculously jealous. And angry. And sad. I was a large ball of teenage hormones in the shape of a young socialite.

So, I did what any teenage girl would do.

I got even. Well, I got what I thought was "even." Looking back it was just cruel, and it could have gotten quite a few people in a lot of trouble. Life-ruining trouble.

Once we got to the party, I got hammered pretty quickly. Small girl; lots of alcohol.

I sought out one of Bob's friends. His name was Kent and he was smoking hot. Revenge hookup sounded amazing at the time.

Most of them shunned me, even though they were afraid of my cousin. They really didn't like that I hung out on the poor side of town a lot.

So I did the thing that I regret the most.

"I just…need someone to talk to," I said, pretending to be a vulnerable little girl. "I feel…dirty."

Kent sat down with me along the shore, alone and away from all of the others.

"I made a huge mistake, Kent. Hanging out with those…hoodlums."

"Did they do something to you?"

I nodded, fake tears falling down my cheeks.

"Now I know why they loved having me around so much," I sobbed. "I'm so ashamed I can't even tell Bobby."

I turned towards him, my nose starting to turn red. He wiped away the tears that were ruining my makeup.

"I tried so hard to put up a brave front tonight but if I don't tell someone, I think that I might burst."

"Tell me," he said, gently.

"Soda and some of his friends…they coaxed me into that vacant lot of theirs and had their ways with me, multiple times," I choked out. "I told them no, but they just wouldn't stop."

"Why didn't you go to the police?"

"I…I was scared and shaken up. I thought they might send their friends to come back for me if I squealed."

Kent pulled me into a warm hug. "It's alright now. We'll get you fixed up."

I don't know exactly what happened. They never did bother to call the cops because it would have been too late at that point. No tests, no witnesses. It was a relief, too, at the time because if they examined me they would have found that I was definitely still a virgin and my plan would have been foiled. I do know that Bob and Randy took the Mustang and beat the shit out of anyone they suspected was involved, including little Johnny Cade.

It did get me what I wanted, though. I hooked up with Kent not long after and we dated for a few months.

I sat up, quickly, in the bed of my apartment. I could feel my eyes burning. I put a hand on my head, and smiled to myself.

"No wonder he hates me."