A/N- 2/27/13. Also know as this author's birthday!

So, this is a very late update. Sorry bout that, Dream apologizes too. Noah doesn't sorry. He's still pretty happy you guys reviewed though. In this chapter, I will introduce my friend's character. So, without further ado, please welcome the meddling Soc girl!

Dream Tempist

As I entered my dark house, a cold chill hit me "Gosh, this place is creepy." Jinx muttered the exact same thing she says everyday. She looked around at all dead animals. Yeah, I said dead animals. My mom really digs taxidermy. And that's just one of the creepy things she does. See, she's a fortune teller, so she does a bunch of weird stuff and takes charms everywhere. Things like that. She seemed to have a client at the moment, so I just went to my room and watched Mickey Mouse by myself. Not really much happened after I came home. Well, nothing worth telling anyway.

The next morning, I threw on a pair of tattered jeans and a white tee shirt. I put on a leather jacket over that and slipped on my sneakers and was out the door. I didn't feel like taking Jinx to school today, Sarah was going to have to do that on her own for today.

Walking down the street was always dangerous for a Greaser, especially one my age. I expected to get beat up, yet what really happened was a complete surprise. "Watch out!" came a feminine voice behind me. Before I could react, something slammed into my back Hard, knocking me down on the hard ground.

I groaned, pushing myself into a sitting position and looking around. It was safe to say every part of me hurt. I stole a look at my attacker and nearly face-palmed. It was a pink Shwinn™ bike, tossed onto it's side with the wheels spinning. It was a cute bike, don't get me wrong, it was probably worth more than my entire life savings, but do you know how embarrassing it is to get knocked down by a pink bicycle? It was a good thing no one was around to see that.

I was so caught up in my embarrassment; I forgot that bikes don't just ride themselves, meaning there was a rider. But, where-

"I told you to watch out." Someone said obnoxiously.

I looked up to see a girl about my age, no doubt a soc. She had the longest black hair I have ever seen, right up to her hips; her eyes were a violet-ish color. I have to admit, they were pretty.

"Well I apologize, your majesty." I muttered sarcastically, standing up. "Not like you should say, Oh I don't know, sorry."

She rolled her eyes, picking her bike up "I'm sorry good sir, there, happy?"

I nodded "Very, thanks for asking."

"You're so obnoxious…"

"You just met me, how do you know-"

Before I could finish my sentence, she mounted her bike, peddling away.