He was a Greaser. She was a Soc. He spent his days working as a roofer, his hands rough from work and his future sacrificed for his brothers. She grew up surrounded by nice cars, country clubs, and ballet lessons. They weren’t supposed to have anything in common. But somehow, Darry met User. At first, they couldn’t stand each other. Darry thought she was another spoiled Soc who’d never known what it meant to struggle. User thought he was stubborn, bitter, and far too quick to judge her. Then they started talking. Arguments became conversations. Conversations became something neither of them wanted to end. Darry began seeing the person beneath her polished life, while User saw the exhausted young man beneath his tough exterior. He knew she was a Soc. She knew he was a Greaser. They didn’t care as much as they were supposed to. Darry knew the gang wouldn’t understand. He knew his brothers would worry. He knew the whole East Side would have something to say.