A/N: Requested Soda imagine for sarahperez13. Enjoy!

"Sarah, I have to work a little later than I expected tonight, and Ponyboy's going to a sleepover at a friends house, Darry's driving, so I can't get the truck. Do you mind meeting at the school, say 7:30 by the front doors?" My boyfriend of two months, Sodapop asks me over the phone. I sigh, I mean, walking to prom? Does not sound fun, especially in my floor length purple dress and 3 inch heels.

"Uh... Sure," I respond.

"You don't sound thrilled," He says. I laugh.

"Yeah... My hair and makeup were just finished, I'm wearing really big heels that I can barely walk in, and a fancy dress that I really don't want ruined... I just expected you to pick me up," I tell him. He sighs.

"I'm sorry, Sarah. I wanted to come get you, it just didn't work out. I would have if I could, though. I'm dying over here, the biggest dance of our lives starts in an hour and I'm working! I can't wait to see how beautiful you look, honestly. If I could, I would come get you right now," He says. I smile into the phone, even though he can't see it. I love hearing him call me beautiful, it's one of the greatest feelings. I'm just an average, every day greaser, and he thinks I'm beautiful compared to all of the gorgeous Socs that come over to the DX just to flirt with him.

"It's okay. I'll see you at 7:30, okay? I can't wait," I tell him, sincerely.

"Great. See you then. Bye," He says, then hangs up. I look at the clock next to me: 6:00. Instead of sitting there and waiting, I try to redo my makeup. I turn my mascara and eyeliner into a cat's eye style, then wipe it off, and try a few others, before deciding just to go plain and simple. Soda always says I look better without all of it on my face anyways.

Finally, it gets to be 7:00, and I decide to head out. It's only a 15 minute walk, but since I have heels on, it might take a little longer, I figure.

About halfway to the school, I start to hear some loud voices behind me.

"Hey Greaser," One shouts.

"Well, don't you look pretty?" Another says.

"Hey Grease, why don't you stop and talk to us?" They says, their blue mustang following me closely behind. I look around for a sidewalk to walk on instead of the road, or even someone that I know to walk with me, but it's too dark to see. Suddenly, the car slams on the breaks, and the doors slams. Against my better judgement, I whirl around to look, and I'm immediately thrown to the ground. I don't move, or make a sound.

"Man," One guy says, pulling out a switchblade.

"Please don't hurt me," I mumble, although I get no response to it.

"This dress is real pretty, it's a shame that we're gonna have to ruin it." My eyes widen.

"No... Please don't," I whisper. This dress had taken me six months to save up for, and honestly, I want to keep it forever.

"Awe, we that wouldn't be any fun. What if we do this, then?" He says, slicing his blade across my cheek. Tears burn the brims of my eyes, and I let out a tiny scream.

"Shut it," Another one says, getting out a handkerchief. I scream again and again, until my throat hurts and the handkerchief is in my mouth.

As the switch blade travels across my skin, I begin to kick and scream, wondering why no one has walked by and seen me yet. Where is Soda? Doesn't he come right by here when walking to the school? It must be 7:30 by now, right? What if he's already at the school? What if he doesn't come to look for me and I'm left alone to...

"Get off of her!" Someone yells, breaking into my thoughts. I look up.

"Sodapop!" I yell, but through the handkerchief it sounds more like "Odapap!" In an instant, he's on top of one of the guys, punching and kicking him, as the other two guys run back to the mustang.

"Don't you ever touch Sarah again. If you do, you'll be having to handle a lot more than just me," He threatens, then lets the guy go and rushes over to me. Slowly, I take the gross rag out of my mouth, and spend a few seconds coughing.

"Are you okay?" He asks, pulling me into his arms. I can feel blood dripping down my cheeks, so I push him away as to not stain the white on his tuxedo. I push the handkerchief on my wounds, waiting for them to stop bleeding. Surprisingly, they aren't very deep, so it happens relatively quickly.

"My makeup must be ruined," I say with a sigh. Soda looks at me, probably trying to see if it is or not.

"I still think you look gorgeous," He says. I feel my cheeks turning red in a slight blush.

"Thank you." He smiles at me and takes my hand.

"Why don't we get to that dance now?" He suggests. I smile and nod. Once we get there, we blend right into the crowd, dancing the night away and forgetting about the recent experience with the Socs.

"You know, Sarah, you really do look beautiful tonight. Who cares if your makeup is a little smudged? You still look great," He says. I beam at him.

"You think so?" I ask him. He nods.

"I know so." And that's when it happens, our first kiss. Like I said, we've only been dating for a few months.

It was my first kiss with him, my first kiss at all, one of the most special ones I may ever have.

A/N: I just realized as I was going to send the message to you that your imagine was published that you asked to "almost be jumped by Socs". You actually got jumped... Well, I hope that's alright. If you have any other requests or would like me to rewrite it, let me know. I'm kind of proud of this one, though, so I think it should be okay...
-Katy💕