Just a writing exercise because I don't like the character of Cherry Valance. Could possibly turn into a real story, but I don't think so right now.
Sometimes I just hated life. I hated pretending to be someone I'm not. The perfect girl. A Soc. Beautiful and smart and pure. That's why I snuck out.
At first I didn't have the courage, but I slowly got braver and braver. I opened my window. Stuck my head out. Put a leg out, and so on and so on until one day, I wound up here, at Buck's. On the completely opposite side of town. And last time, I actually went inside.
I was petrified. You could hear the music before you even got there and when you opened the door, smoke filled the air outside because the air inside was saturated with it. It wasn't long until someone found me.
I'm not sure what tipped him off first. My clothes, my expression, it could have been anything, but he walked over to me. Smoothly.
"Howdy," he had said with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and a beer in his hand.
Greaser.Trash. "Hi," I replied, tucking my hair behind my ear.
"So what's a pure young thing like you doin' in such a trashy part of town?" He knew I was a Soc. Knew it from the moment he saw me, there was no doubt about that.
Just try and act like you belong. "Decided I'd check out the scene," my voice quivered. Damn.
He tilted his head to get a closer look at my face. "You seemed scared."
No shit,Sherlock.I'm a little far from my usual territory, if you hadn't already noticed. "Yea."
"Don't worry about it. Most decent guys don't really bother the chicks around here."
"So then why are you bothering me?" Shit.
He smirked. "I never said I was decent." And then he just walked away.
That was why I was here again tonight. I wanted to see him again. Ant this time, I would seem like I belonged.