I went back to school the next week. All the girls, even a couple Socs, asked me what it was like to sleep with Sodapop Curtis and how it was like to be pregnant.

"First off," I said. "Soda's not just my one night stand guy. We're engaged." I flashed my huge diamond. "Sex was fun, the pregnancy, not so much."

Month after month I was flooded with the same old questions. Soda and I always made time to hang out, even though I was always at school and he was always at work. My stomac got bigger and bigger. It felt strage to be around the guys because I couldn't talk to tem about it. But Soda offered assistance and help and someone to talk to (which was of course, him). It felt so weird to be pregnant; the constant attention from complete strangers, the cravings, the fact that I took up more space. I kept my grades up over the months, even though it was much more of a struggle.

One Friday in Febuary, Soda picked me up after school in his truck. "I have great news babe," he said.

"What is is?" I asked excitedly.

"Well I've been saving up for a very long time for this. I bought us our very own house," he said happily.

"Soda! I thought we were just gonna live at your place!" I said.

"Well, I thought this would be better. More room for the baby, and more private for us," he said nudging my arm. "I've been searching around for a while, and when I saw this house and the low price that came with it, I just thought 'that's the one.'"

I nodded with a huge smile. There was a short pause. Finally I burst out, "So are you gonna take me to see it or not?"

Soda laughed. "Yeah yeah. Just hold on. I'm on my way." He drove around a bit and we arrived at a middle sized house. Bigger than Soda's but smaller than mine. It was a single story white house with a big backyeard. Soda got out of the truck so he could help me out. I stood looking at my house in awe. My house, my very own house.

"So?" Soda said putting his arm around me.

I quickly turned to Soda and gave him a huge hug. "It's perfect," I whispered.

"I figured we could start moving in any time now. You know, the sooner the batter. Baby's comin' soon," he said looking at my stomach, which had gotten much bigger in the last 6 months.

"How 'bout tomorrow?" I asked.

"I'm workin' 9-5. We can start in the evening. But Sunday I'm free. We can work on it all day Sunday. I'll ask the guys to help too," Soda relpied.

"Thank you so much for this Soda," I said hugging him again.

Soda started rubbing my stomach. "And thank YOU so much for THIS." He kissed me so sweetly. We started making out, totally forgetting we were standing in the middle of the sidewalk.

Suddenly, we heard a car slowly drive by with people shouting to us from inside. "Greasers! Greaser lovers! Hey babe, that Greaser doesn't deserve your lovin'!" were some of the outbursts. We both turned to see that white Mustang.

I had a huge array of flashbacks when I saw that car. The Socs hitting on me, Soda fighting, the hospital, and many others. As I came back to earth from my flashbacks, I realized Soda was running after the Mustand. He was shouting all kinds of swears at them.

"Soda! Get back here!" I shouted. He threw the huge stick he was carrying at the car, slowed down, and started walking back.

"I'm sorry babe. It's just... It was that damn white Mustang again! They almost killed you," Soda said.

"Soda, what if they had a gun or something? There's no police around, they wouldn't be scared to shoot. I wouldn't be able to live if you were kileed," I said starting to cry.

Soda gave me a huge hug. "It's alright. I won't fight. I ain't goin' no where."

I looked up and wiped the tears from my eyes. Soda gave me a quick kiss on the forehead. "So you wanna see inside?" he said.

I smiled and nodded. Soda took me by the heand as we walked towards our house. Our very own house.