(Do I really have to describe this?)

Laurie shifted in her seat, eager for the class to be over so she could go see her friends. She tried to pay attention to the teacher, but he was just so dull!

Frankie took her seat in the middle of the class,behind the squares but in front of the greasers.Mark sat next to her,talking to his friends about the football game Friday.

Laurie smiled over at Frankie and rolled her eyes, nodding slightly at the teacher.

"He is the most boring teacher ever,"Frankie said,understanding what Laurie meant.She pulled out her notebook and began to doodle.

Laurie peeked a little at Frankie's doodles, then began her own. She knew she was a bit of a copycat, but it was the only way she could fit in.

June snuffed out her cig and stretched. She was already late for class, so she took her sweet time getting there.

Laurie looked up, frowning, when the door opened. A greaser girl strutted in and sat down.

"I don't think she likes me too much,"Frankie whispered to Laurie,looking at the greaser.Mark finally began to pretend he was paying attention to the class,until he saw the greaser.

"Might be 'cause everyone hates her,"Mark mumbled.

Frankie glared at him. "Not everyone knows her."

"You don't have to know a greaser to know they're no-good scumbags who steal precious oxygen."

June heard some whispers and murmurs, but ignored them. She knew what they were saying, and she didn't give a damn.

Laurie stared at the greaser with big eyes. "I don't know her, but I don't like her, either."

"Guys,haven't you ever heard not to judge a book by its cover?"Frankie asked,disgusted.

"Fine,"Mark grumbled."But that book looks as bad as hell."

June heard this, and stood so abruptly it knocked her chair over. "You wanna say that to my face?"

"You're uglier than hell,"Mark said simply.

Frankie grabbed Mark's arm and pulled him closer."Shut up,"she hissed at him.

June's blue eyes flashed dangerously. "Yeah, and you're good-lookin'? You're the pot callin' the kettle black, pal."

Mark blinked,dumbfounded.He had no idea what she said.Frankie glared at Mark."I'm sorry about his behavior."

June's head whipped around to look at her. "You're sorry? Am I supposed to care what you think?"

"Miss Warner--" the teacher began.

"Go to hell!" she turned and stormed out of the classroom, slamming the door behind her.

Frankie was slightly irritated.She got up and followed her.

June stopped a little ways down the hall. She leaned against the wall and, looking to make sure no one was around, lit up. She let out a contented sigh.

Frankie looked around and finally found the girl smoking.Normally,she would've asked her to put the cigarrette out,but this time,she wasn't going to say anything about that."Do you have a problem with me?"

June looked at her, blowing out a large cloud of smoke. "Yeah. I got a problem with you, your dumbass boyfriend, your friends, and everyone else like you. That answer your question clearly?"

"You don't know me,"Frankie snapped,coughing from the smoke."And,I admit,Mark is a dumbass,and a jerk,but don't insult my friends.Do you know that I was sticking up for you?"

June gave a frustrated growl. "That don't matter! You're still you, I'm still me, and we're still enemies. I know how it happens. You stick up for me, trying to look like some kind of saint, then as soon as I'm gone, the greaser-bashing starts up again!" She threw her cigarette at Frankie's feet and walked away.

Frankie followed her,still angry."I don't 'bash' people I barely know!And who honestly gives a damn about enemies and saints?"

June stopped, her hands curling into fists. "Okay, I got a question for you: If you think your boyfriend is an ass, you feel so bad for me, why're you still a soce? Huh? Because you're basically a traitor to your people right now. Make up your mind." She walked away.

"I am not a Soc,and I'm not a greaser.I just live on the West Side,and I'm a cheerleader.Doesn't mean anything."Frankie shouted,chasing after her.

(Wanna go to the parking lot?)

(I'm there)

Frankie sat down in her seat.Mark looked at her confused."What happened?"

"Nothing."

(Sorry, you can delete my other post, if you want)

June ignored the teacher, as usual. She was hunched over her notebook, scribbling away. It was yet another story idea, and she was determined to make this one work. Vaguely, she wondered if Frankie was back in class.

(It's ok)

Mark looked at Frankie."You're not tellin' me somethin'."

"I don't have to tell you everything.And nothing happened."

Laurie frowned. "But you ran off after that greaser."

"To talk to her.That's it."Frankie subconciously rubbed her cheek,making sure nothing was on it.

"Frankie, you're blushing." Laurie looked nervous now. "What's going on?"

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