A Soc & A Greaser:C2

AN: Based off of S.E. Hinton's novel/movie, The Outsiders. Buffy characters!

Buffy sat at the playground, her head buried in her hands as she let sobs rack her body violently. She wasn't just crying because of Darry-she was crying because what happened tonight had reminded her of her parents for some reason.

Her father and his originalism. Anyone could tell by what he had named his children that he was an original person who didn't care what anyone thought-Darry, Sodapop, Ponyboy, and Buffy.

Her mother, who was the complete opposite of her father, was a very general person. In fact, she had wanted to name Darry, Harry. She wanted to name Soda, Terrance. She had wanted to name Ponyboy, Wesley. And she had wanted to name her only daughter Delilah Liza.

Buffy was proud of her name, and wouldn't change it for nothing. That's exactly how her brothers felt.

She sniffled a little, and ran her small hands through her blonde tangled locks. Everyone called her Goldie-she was the only one in their group with blonde hair. It gave her a sense of pride. She liked being different.

Sometimes, though, Buffy wondered what it would be like to be a Soc lady. All high class, and what not. Classy attitude, classy wording, classy clothing.

Usually, the thought left just as quickly as it came. But this time, she could not shake off the feeling. She frowned as she took in her clothes-nothing like the Socs.

A black tank top, black leather pants, and black combat boots.

Faith's clothes-Two-Bit's little sister-were just a tad bit more revealing. Her shirts always came above her bell button, and had two small straps. She would wear black leather skirts, and 6 inch knee high boots.

Buffy admired the older woman by a year for being able to fight in those shoes.

She closed her eyes, and allowed herself the relaxation of listening to the whistling air whizz by, as she swung on the swing with small strokes.

Buffy was brought out of her musings by a rough hand pulling her up. Her mossy-green eyes widened in fear as she saw 4 male Socs standing in front of her.

"I ain't ever seen one of these, boys! A girl Greaser." The redhead who's hand my arms was trapped in whistled."What a beauty, too."

She just stared at them, refusing to speak.

"You ain't talkin'?" The red head asked.

"I think we may need ta' teach 'er a lesson, Bob." a blonde shaggy haired boy spoke up.

"Yeah! Pull 'er pants down, Bob!" A black haired boy shouted excitedly.

"Yeah, lemme'." Bob said, reaching for her zipper.

Buffy's eyes widened, and she grabbed Bob's wrist."Touch my pants, I'll break yer wrist right now, Curly!" She snarled, her senses coming back to her.

"What did you just say?" Bob asked in a dangerously low voice.

"I said-" Buffy's snippy tone was cut off by the fourth brown haired member.

"She said stop, Bob! Leave 'er alone. Poor thin' didn't d anything to us." Buffy's eyes glazed over with lust as she took him in. His chocolate brown eyes, his deep brown spiky hair, his neat attire.

He was her opposite.

He was just as taken with her as she was him.

Bob smiled a little,"Oh, I get it, Angelus. You wann'er to yerself? Common' boys, lez leave our Angel to tale care of this one." They all hooted with laughter as everyone walked towards their car-excluding Angel-and drove off.

Buffy looked towards Angel, her eyes still wide with fear."Y-you ain't gonna, right, Soc? I mean, I ain't gonna be no fun to you and yerself anyways. I'm a virgin. I'd be boring. Plus, my brothers-" He cut her off.

"Hey, don't worry. I ain't gonna do anything." Angelus said, looking at her intently.