Kay so this is chapter 3 of my Sodapop Curtis Story. Thanks to people reading so far, its much appreciated.

Chapter 3

Drama was my favourite class so far. I talked to a really nice girl, Karen. She was really hyper and enthusiastic. I had some good laughs with her.

Finally, last period came, science class. I walked into the class and sat down at a random desk in the back. I was off in my own little world again when the bell rang. I looked up to see everyone in a desk.

"Hello everyone. Welcome to grade 11 science. I'm Mr. Calf If you would all stand at either sides of the room so I can put you in your proper seats."

We all did as Mr. Calf asked. As soon as we were all standing, he began calling names and pointing to desks. I wasn't paying much attention until I heard his name.

"Sodapop Curtis." He said pointing to a desk. I looked up immediately to see if it was the same boy in my English class. It was. My heart dropped. I wondered if I would sit beside him again.

Sodapop walked slowly to the desk. When he reached it, Mr. Calf continued calling names. I held my breath.

"Laurie Danning." My heart leapt for joy when he said my name.

This time when I walked to the desk, I walked with more confidence. I sat down beside him and waited for the class to start. I noticed that Sodapop leaned over closer to me.

"Aren't you in my English class?" He whispered to me. It sent a shiver down my spine. I contained myself from screeching. I shifted my attention to him.

"Yeah, I sit beside you in that class too." I whispered back.

"Thought so." He said with a little smile. It was an amazing smile that was for sure. I couldn't help but smile back. I turned back to face the front of the class, I noticed that the girl in front of me was looking at me with a glare.

"Can I help you?" I asked her innocently. She flipped her hair and turned around. I sat back in my chair. When I did, I noticed that Sodapop was looking at me with a cocked eyebrow, and let me tell you, it was very attractive on him. "What?" I asked surprised by his expression.

"Nothing." He said with a slight laugh.

"That's bull." I joked. Soda was about to say something back but Mr. Calf decided he wanted to start the class. Of course once I start talking to the gorgeous boy you decide you want to talk.

"Today," Mr. Calf began. "We're going to start off with a 'Get to Know Your Textbook' exercise." He began handing out textbooks with a sheet of paper. I looked over the sheet and realized that these were the stupid things we had to do at my old school. I let out a frustrated sigh and noticed it was louder than intended almost immediately. I looked to find that everyone, including my teacher, were looking at me.

"Is there a problem miss?" The science teacher asked me.

"Oh, uh no I just um, remembered I have to, uh pick something up for, uh my mom…after school." I attempted to make up a lie. I heard light laughter and wanted to tell them to stick it somewhere, but I thought it other wise. I rested my head on my hands and wished I was anywhere but there.

"You sure get along with the teachers don't ya?" Soda whispered to me.

I looked up at him and he had this crazy grin on his face. It was impossible not to smile back to this kid. I jokingly stuck my tongue out at him. He smiled and looked away.

"The rest of this class is yours to finish this sheet, if you don't finish it in class it's for homework due tomorrow." Mr. Calf said and sat at his desk for the remainder of the class.

I began working on the sheet; I avoided homework at all costs. I was halfway through the page when I got hit on the head with a crumpled paper. I looked up and glared at the boys staring at me. I noticed then that the teacher wasn't there, which would explain why they were throwing things.

"Sorry honey," The one boy said to me. "It was meant for the greaser." They both started laughing as well as the rest of the class except for like two other people.

I looked over at Soda and he had a glare of his own. I guessed he was the 'greaser', whatever that was.

"Right, well let's get one thing straight right now; don't ever call me honey again. Got it?" I gave him one of those smiles that said "stay out of my face and we'll do just fine" and went back to my work.

"You're real brave to say something like that to me." He said trying to stand his ground.

"And why is that?" I asked impatiently.

"'Cause I know a lotta people who can hold a grudge."

"Is that a threat?" I said with an amused laugh. All the people were looking at us like there was going to be some big fight but I found this situation all very amusing.

"Hey why don't you just leave her alone pal." Soda finally spoke.

"Who's gonna make me? You and your greasy friends?" The other boy asked.

"All right, how's things going in here?" Mr. Calf came in and everyone turned back around.

He must have realized something was up because he was watching us all very closely after that. When he turned away for a moment though Soda spoke to me.

"Sorry 'bout that." He said in a whisper.

"Why? You didn't do anything." I assured him.

"Yeah, but it's 'cause your sittin' next to me."

I looked at him like he was insane. "Are you off your nut? I thought that was hilarious. He thought he was tough, it was so cute." I stated with a sarcastic amusement.

"You sure have an odd sense of humor."

"That I do."

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Class ended and I walked out of the class with Sodapop. I felt much more comfortable with him now even though we only talked for one class. He was just one of those people that were so easy to be friends with. There was just one thing that was bothering me. What was a greaser?

"I was kinda wondering…" I started.

"'Bout what?" Soda asked before I could continue.

"Actually, no never mind forget I said anything." I said changing my mind completely. Once I said this, Soda stopped and looked at me.

"Just ask."

"Fine, but you have to promise you won't get mad or anything."

He thought about it for a minute. "Alright."

"What did that boy mean when he called you…a greaser." I asked shyly.

He had no expression on his face. He sighed. "I was wonderin' when you were gonna ask that." He said plainly.

"Look, I'm sorry just forget I said anything." I tried to apologize.

"No, I'll tell you, but you ain't gonna like it. I'm a Greaser, 'cause of my hair, and where I live and how much money I got. That guy, he's a Soc 'cause of how much money he's got and where he lives. They're our gangs we got 'round here. We got our own turfs n' everything. But we don't like each other, and we get in lots of fights 'cause of it. You can tell the difference between us by the way we dress and our hair." Soda and I stood there with a long silence. I didn't take my eyes off him. "So I guess you ain't gonna wanna talk to me no more just 'cause I'm at the bottom, but it's not like it ain't happened b'fore." He sounded annoyed, like this had happened before. Soda started walking away.

"Sodapop!" I said, for the first time his name. I caught up to him. "Just 'cause we're different doesn't mean anything! I don't care if you're a greaser. All the other people can stick it somewhere. I like differences, they're fun. But I ain't shallow, I ain't just gonna not talk to you 'cause of some stupid food chain thing." I looked at him sincerely.

Soda looked at me for a minute. "You dig okay." He said with a smile. I smiled back at him, like I said; you couldn't just not smile at this kid.

Soda walked me to my locker so I could drop off my books seeing as I didn't have any homework, and then we walked outside. We said our goodbyes and walked our separate ways. When I reached my car I sat down and smiled the biggest smile I have ever smiled. I let out an enormous sigh. Wow, he is amazing. I drove home, but frankly, I couldn't even tell you how I did it. I was too far off in my own world.

When I got home, no one was there. Figures. I thought. I needed to get my mind off that day. I felt like if I thought about it one more time my head would burst.

k i think this cahpter is kind of short, but it might not be, not really sure. Reviews please =)