#benjaminholt

Ever since Layla had returned home to Tulsa, a deep hole in her chest was longing to be filled. It is innate, the need to belong, to matter. Out from under Hailey's overwhelmingly powerful shadow, it was her time now. She'd bring Jasmine back to full, unquestioned power, just like her sister wanted when she entrusted her throne to the girl. Hunter built his team, they needed theirs. Socs wanted results, and Layla would give them some.

Pouring over old Penny Lane articles, she marked them up with her own notes, charting the lives of her Socs. It was here in print, Jenny Adams and Benjamin Holt had some sort of something. Well, that just wouldn't do. Why had no one paid attention to the glaring problem brewing under their very noses? By far one of the worst acts of attack on the Greasers was orchestrated and carried out by this boy, and they were going to let him go over smitten teenage affection. Jenny wouldn't switch, Benjamin might. Not while Layla had any say in matters.

"Just the boy I was looking for!" She called out suddenly to the lonely boy. Running up to him when he paused for her to catch up, she caught his eyes. "Hi," she breathed with a bright smile upon her lips, "...do you have any plans today?"

Why was love so confusing? Maybe it wasn't love, but it was something, and it was confusing as hell. Jenny had been sneaking around with Ben for months. Just simple things, like meeting at that party. They weren't really dating, they were just...friends. That held hands and kissed on occasions, but friends all the same. And she liked just being friends, because there was less danger in that, and less heartbreak, too.

The girl knew what it was to be heartbroken, and she didn't want that again, because everyone was right to say a Greaser and a Soc really couldn't last. Hailey and Cain were outliers. It was like the world planned for them to be together the minute they were born, and just made it hard to find each other. That didn't happen for everyone else. 

Merry Christmas, Ben. I hope it was good.

Um, I've got something for you. I hope you like it.

A date. An actual, real life date, that she was going on. There was no way this could be real. She had to pinch herself. Jenny was both ecstatic and nervous. Nervous for what others might do, but excited because it was a real life date with a boy that she really liked. Ben was so sweet, and where others saw evil, she saw conflict. She could trust him to be strong enough not to do it again, but she knew the others couldn’t.

The little blonde. Brushed her hair, but decided to leave it loose. She had got it cut a little shorter after an incident with some gum and her hair. She kind of liked the cut better to be honest. Sighing to herself in the mirror, she let another smile grace her lips at the thought of the date. She pulled out the red dress with the white underlay she had just finished sowing together, slipping it on, to take a look at herself, making sure she had approval before she continued on her adventures in dating a soc boy. She honestly didn’t know how Hailey and Cain handled it. It was difficult, but when it was worth it, it was worth it.

She smoothed down the skirt of her dress and gave a light nod, reassuring herself that she did look good, and she quickly headed out the door, giving some excuse as to why she was leaving to her Dad on the way out. She didn’t love walking everywhere, especially not in the shoes she was wearing, but there wasn’t a wide range of options at that point either. She couldn’t drive and she didn’t have a car. If Ben showed up on her side of town, he’d get beaten to a bloody pulp. She just moved as swiftly and quickly as possible to Mel’s as she could.