A/N:Thanks for the reviews. (:

By the way, I don't know Sylvia's last name so I made one up. I looked through the book multiple times and it didn't say.

Disclaimer: I do not own any familiar characters from The Outsiders.

Mistake One

The crisp November Tulsa air whipped at her exposed legs as she walked to school. Her older brother, Steve Randle, was walking very quickly next to her so he wouldn't be late to work. She hugged her arms as the wind nipped at them through her thick sweater. She tucked a piece of her dark hair behind her ear that was turning pink from the cold and quickened her pace as she walked to school.

She looked around, trying to do anything but stare at her feet. People at school made fun of her sometimes because she would never look at people when she walks; she would always stare down at her worn out penny loafers.

"You okay Sarah?" Steve asked. She turned to look into his eyes and nodded. "How come you're always quiet?" He would ask her this question every five minutes because most of the greaser girls her age would be rowdy, reckless, and obnoxious. She wasn't friends with any of them and she never wanted to be friends with them.

"Because I don't want to be known as trashy and loud," she explained.

"You're a greaser. Just get used to it." She stared down at her feet, not wanting to look at her brother anymore. When they reached the school steps they said their parting goodbye's and she went up the steps and into the school. The hallways were littered with people as she tried to push past them and to her locker.

When she finally got to her locker, there was a girl and guy pressed up against the locker next to hers and they were kissing each other fervently. She tried to ignore them as she put in her combination and opened the locker. She got out her books for the day, threw her backpack in the locker, and slammed it shut before advancing to her first class which was biology.

Everyone turned to look at her, some sneered because she was a greaser. She just stared at her shoes and walked to her assigned seat which was next to one of the most obnoxious greaser girl's she has ever met.

The girl popped her gum loudly and looked at Sarah.

"Why are you so fucking quiet all the time?" Sarah looked up at Sylvia Johnson. Her blonde hair was resting on her shoulders, bangs hanging in her innocent-but-guilty brown eyes.

"Because I am..." Sarah said quietly. Sylvia rolled her eyes and turned to one of the guys beside her.

"So you wanna meet up after school?" Sylvia asked the guy. The guy shook his head, smirking.

"I don't think Dally will like it if I go out with his girl." Sylvia laughed.

"Who said anything about going out? We could do some backseat tango or tonsil hockey. I'm up for either one. What kind of car you got?"

"I ain't got one yet." Sylvia scoffed and faced forward, now ignoring the boy. The bell rang and the teacher rushed into the room, throwing his things onto his desk and looking at the class.

"Good morning. Today we are going to continue our lab with dissecting frogs. Grease_ excuse me; anyone that has a pocketknife, can you please not take it out? Thank you." Sarah rolled her eyes at her teacher. The teachers were always degrading the low-class, a.k.a. greasers.

Sarah didn't think that she was a greaser; she wasn't loud, she kept her mouth shut real good, she didn't wear obnoxious make-up, and she tried to dress as nicely as she could. But she was a greaser and she couldn't change that.

"Steve, when are you done work?" Sarah asked as she leaned on the counter at the DX Gas Station. One of Steve's friends, Two-Bit Mathews, had given her a ride to the gas station and would be picking her up once he was done eating lunch.

"Around five or six. Why?" He asked her. She shrugged her shoulders and gazed dreamily at Sodapop Curtis. He was one of the most handsomest guys you could ever meet. With his dark-golden hair that was long and silky and straight. Her fingers were always itching to reach out and run her fingers through his hair. His eyes were dark brown and lively. Sodapop smiled at her and she almost fainted.

"Hey Sarah," his velvety voice filled her ears.

"Hi Sodapop," she popped the 'p' and Steve rolled his eyes. He knew how much she liked Sodapop. He had to listen to her cry all night when he told her that Sodapop was going out with Sandy. Soda laughed and she giggled.

"Hey guys." She turned to find someone about five foot six, five foot seven standing behind her. He had ice cold blue eyes and long black hair that hung in wisps on his forehead. He was wearing a big leather jacket, blue jeans, and cowboy boots. He smelled faintly of cigarettes.

"Hey Dally," Steve answered. How come she had never met him before? He certainly was cute, not as cute as Sodapop though, but he was giving off a dangerous aura. Dally gave Sarah the once over look and almost grimaced.

"Who's this?" Dally asked, looking her over once again and started to frown.

"My little sister, Sarah." Steve replied. "What you want Dally?"

"Oh yeah," Dally shook his head. "Can you guys fix my car? Actually it's Buck's and I fucked it up; ran into a lamp post last night."

"Yeah. Lemme take a look at it," Steve hopped over the counter and Dally lead them both outside to the car. Sarah was left with Sodapop now and she smiled.

"So how's work?" She asked.

"It's not bad. Can't wait to go home though," he answered and a car rolled into the gas station. Sodapop excused himself and walked outside to help the new customer. Sarah sighed and leaned against the counter. Why couldn't she look more like Sylvia to get his attention? Was she really that unattractive?

She heard a car horn outside and turned around. Two-Bit was waiting for her to drive her back to school. She sighed again and headed for the door, looking at her feet. She bumped into someone and held out her hands to steady herself. They grabbed her upper arms to steady her too and she looked up to find Dally.

"Sorry," she mumbled. At least he didn't throw me off him, she thought as she clambered into the car.

Mistake One: Letting Dally touch her.

A/N: This chapter wasn't that great but it gets better. I swear it does. (:

So in the next chapter, there will be a fight. Brownie points if you guess who fights.

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~Emma