The greaser Soc thing bugged me. I'm not the kind that likes that kind of stuff.
I knew Socs had the usual belief that being a Soc makes you Mr. or Miss Super-Tuff. But what about the ones like Cherry Valance. She was a smart girl; did people like her just because of her looks? Sweet and friendly stands out from the crowd-that's what she had said. A real person, the best buddy a guy ever had. Maybe people idolized him. I hope the Socs hated us. I hope they weren't full of that pity-the-victims-of-environment junk. I'd rather have anyone's hate than their pity. But then maybe they understood like Cherry valance.
I talked to Randy and then I just looked at her. She made the dumbest remark anyone made. She thought she was mixed up in this-she wasn't the greaser, it wasn't her fault I was looked down upon but was a hard worker. But she said "I feel lousy about it. And this is the first time I've felt anything in a long time."
The only thing I felt in a long time was disappointed. I'd put off thinking about being a greaser for as long as I could. But with Randy sticking solidly to the subject, it was impossible to think about anything else.
That's the rotten part of this deal. I do well in school, have great extracurriculars.
Randy looked sorry. She really did. A Soc, even, worried because some kid greaser worked hard but was marked lousy. That was really funny. I don't mean funny. You know what I mean.
I swallowed hard and blinked. She was just like all the rest of the Socs. Cold-blooded mean.