Decided to re-add and add more to it. A lot more. :D
This story is in the POV of my character, Shortstop. Why is he called Shortstop? Because he is short. 4'11 to be exact. A picture of shortstop can be seen on my DeviantART account, a long with a kind of picture of Emily. (Devil-Pixels)
"Hey!" I heard a female voice echo down the hallway, then footsteps running up to me. I stopped, looking behind myself. The girl I never wanted to see again in my entire life. Emily Millstone. Once she caught up to me, the female greaser adjusted her breasts, then looked down at me, "You're helping me get Dally, tonight."
"What? How? Why?" I gave her a questionable look. She slapped her hand across her face, then gave me the pissed off look she always wore.
"You are helping me get Dally," - she let a loving sigh - "in bed with him, and in love with me tonight at the party he's holding at the Curtis house. You're going to tell him how great I am in bed and such, making him WANT to fuck me. Or at least get him so drunk that he has to fuck the first thing he sees."
I rolled my eyes. What? Dallas didn't fuck this broad like he fucked every other one? She was skinny enough to be just plain out bones, and had a fucking chest. Why didn't he fuck her? And secondly, how the hell did I end up in the predicament of helping this self-centered bitch? Oh wait, now I remember...
"Come on, Dallas. I'm not one of those broads you fuck every night, stop saying that I am every time you see my back," I glared at the older hood. He just rolled his eyes and gave a gruff chuckle.
"Oh, but it's hard NOT to call you a girl. You're so short and tiny. It's a wonder you AREN'T a girl!" I glared hard at the laughing male. I backhanded him across the face as though I really were a girl, he only stared at me, his eyes holding a fierce rage.
"Hey, you wanted me to be like a girl, so I acted like one. By backhanding you for messing with me," I smirked, then walked away. Dallas just stormed off, throwing out every swear word he could think of at the time. Then, as I was just about to walk into the movie house, I was stopped by a girl who I knew from my school. I glared down at me, "What?"
"You! You can talk to Dallas Winston and get him to flirt with YOU. How? You're a GUY!" She pretty much screamed into my face. I muttered a quiet, 'Ow..' before backing away two steps, "Tell me, what makes you so special that Dally will talk to you and not me?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said, trying to walk past her, she only stopped me once more. Damn, even she was taller than me.
"What's your name?" She asked sternly.
"Brad, but everyone calls me Shortstop," I replied, not wanting to get screamed at. She smiled deviously.
"I'm Emily. Emily Millstone. And you, Shortstop, are going to help me gain the love of Dallas Winston since you seem to know how he works," She declared, I went to say something but she walked off, yelling out, "We devise our plans at school! I have 4th period with you!"
Emily Millstone? Just like every other stupid greaser broad trying to lose their virginity by Dallas Winston, but she has yet to be fucked by the asshole-hood. Great, a contract that I was forced to sign to get some girl laid.
Horrible times... horrible, horrible times.
"Millstone, I don't even think I'm going to go to that shit. Parties at the Curtis house always leave me drunk and in some weird place," I tried to explain, but then saw fire build in her eyes as though she were about to scream, "O-On second thought, I guess I could lay off drinking, and just have a few smokes..." I stammered, then her eyes lightened up to a happiness.
"Good, after 5th period I'll meet you at the front of the school. You're going to help me go clothes shopping for tonights wonderful affair that has waited soooo long to happen," She said in a sing-song voice before skipping away.
"Wonderful, I'm soooo excited," I said sarcastically, then quickly went to my 5th period class.
When did I die? Because I am surely in Hell.
I was following Emily around the slut-wear filled store, as she skipped around stopping every now and then to look at some skimpy dress. She held up a tight, strapless, leather dress.
"How about this one?" She tilted her head.
"Dallas doesn't really like seeing the girls organs popping out. Plus, the dress with leave imprints on your body," I said bleakly, then looked away. She pouted, then nodded.
"Don't just stand there, go look for something for me to wear!" She ordered. I groaned, then walked off to a different area of the store. After looking for about 15 minutes or so, I found a nice pair of heels, a jean skirt that went up to the theighs, and a black tube top. I went and found Emily, again.
"Try these," I said, pushing the clothing into her arms. She glared slightly, then walked away to a dressing room. She walked out, wearing the clothing to show me, her face beaming with excitement.
"It's perfect! I mean, I don't have to wear a bra - so there will be no hastle trying to take it off - there's easy access to lower parts," - she winked - "and the shoes are super cute! Are you sure you're not gay or something?"
"Preeeetty sure," I lied. I was probably the gayest guy you'd ever meet. You'd just never know it until I told you.
Emily had the clerk ring up the clothing, then payed for them. She went and put the clothing back on before leaving, stuffing her other clothes in her purse - including her bra. We walked out of the store, then she looked at me, "You're not wearing that."
"Why not?" I gave a questionable look, then peered down at myself. My wardrobe didn't look that bad, did it? She rolled her eyes.
"You can barrow my brothers clothes, he's in the army right now so he wont mind. Though he's taller than you, so you'll probably have to roll the pants up."
"Whatever, as long as I can wear my jacket," I looked back up.
Once we got to Emily's house, she began sorting through her brothers clothing. After a while, she found a pair of black jeans, a white wife beater, and of course, she let me wear my jean jacket and necklace. I went to the bathroom, then changed quickly. I walked out to present myself to the female.
"There we go, now you're lookin' hot. Maybe both of us will get laid tonight, eh?" She winked, then threw a thing of hair gel to me. I didn't think I really needed it but I used it anyway, "Alright! We are ready! Let's go, the party starts around 6, and it's already 5:37."
I nodded, we walked out of Emily's house and to the Curtis residence.
Once we got there, the party had already started. Emily was bit pissed off, thinking that we were late, but quickly dissapeared into the swarm of people. I rolled my eyes, and wandered over to where Ponyboy was.
"Hey, Pone," I said, giving him a highfive, which he gladly returned.
"Hey, Shortstop. I thought you said you weren't coming tonight?" Pony questioned, I shrugged, sighing quietly.
"This stupid broad forced me to go with her. I had no choice, she's a vicious monster," I shuddered.
"In more than one way, broad?" I felt someone lean their arm on my head, and I already knew the voice. Dallas Winston. He seemed to be already drunk.
"Oh yeah, totally. She'll do anything," I replied, then tried to shake the arm off my head.
"Here, Shorty. Have a drink," Dallas tried offering me a beer. I shook my head.
"Nah, man. My parents will shoot me on the spot if I come home drunk." Dallas just shrugged.
"You're loss," He kept his arm on my head, "so who's this broad you was talkin' about?"
"Emily Millstone."
"Gross," Pony untinentionally piped up, "Sorry, but she's like a scrawny rat. Why would you ever go near her?"
"She's the one forcing me to be near her." I sighed, rolling my eyes.
"Never 'eard of her. She got a rack on her or she flat?"
"She's got boobs, but I don't really wanna know what they look like under her clothes," Ponyboy said with the shudder, I shuddered as well. Dallas hiccupped.
"I might try her later, but first, Shortstop."
"What?" I half groaned, which Dallas ignored.
"Can I talk to you in private? Ponyboy, you mind if I use yours and Soda's room? It's quiet there." Dallas didn't get my opinion, but when Pony said yes he dragged me off to the room. As we went through the crowd, I didn't see Emily anywhere. She must've been chugging a bunch of beer or something.
Once in the room, Dallas practically tossed me onto the bed before locking the door. I yelped as my back hit the bed.
"The Hell, Winsto-?" I was cut short by feeling a pair of cold lips over my own and the taste of alcohol on my tongue. I felt the bed sink slightly as the kiss deepened. I was completely stunned, I couldn't move until I felt Dallas' tongue rub against my own, then I quickly pulled away, "W-What are you doing, Dallas?"
Dallas only smirked, I felt that my face was warm. Oh damnit, I was blushing.
"Well, you seemed to like it...," He pressed his lips on mine once more before crawling ontop of me. He wrapped an arm around my back, closing the gap between us.
So many questions - no, too many questions - were running through my head at this moment. I had to move, or something bad would happen, but I couldn't. I felt a warm feeling, and a shiver run up my spine when I felt his tongue run over my lips. Was I enjoying this? No... I couldn't be... I hate Dallas, and Dallas hates me...!
When I didn't allow the hood entrance to my mouth, his slid a hand up my shirt, his cold hands were enough to make me gasp from surprise, giving him the perfect moment to shoot his tongue into my mouth. Once again, the taste of alcohol hit my taste buds. I was completely and utterly powerless... I could feel myself unwillingly lean forward and kiss back, making Dallas smirk.
The make-out session was interrupted by the door being pushed open, and a sharp gasp being hurt. I jumped, and Dallas broke the kiss to see who had interupted his 'fun.' I also looked, only to see the bitch who was now going to make my life a living Hell.
Emily stood there, her mouth agape and a look of surprise in her eyes. I saw tears begin to fill her eyes as he shocked state quickly turned to rage.
"You... You fucking traitor, Shortstop! You were supposed to help me! Instead you take him for yourself?" Emily screamed, then noise from the party outside began to die down.
"N-No, Emily, he was the one who-"
"Ew, that broad is scrawny," Dallas interupted. Emily's anger faded back to shock. She screamed loudly like the selfish brat she was. I flinched slightly and Dallas seemed completely unphased. I looked around, then quickly picked up what seemed to be one of Ponyboy's hoodies, quickly putting it on and putting the hoody over my head to hide my face. I slid off the bed, then quickly walked past Emily out the door who just stood there, glaring hard at Dallas. I quickly ran out of the house.
I sprinted back to my house which was a little farther from the Curtis residence than I wished it would be, but I made it back in record time. My parents still weren't home, thank god, so I took off the hoody and went to my room. I flopped down on the bed.
Okay, recap. What the hell just happened? I went to that party to help Emily get Dallas, Dallas ends up taking me into another room then started having a little make-out session with me, then Emily barged in and had one of her usual bitch fits. And now, she is going to ruin, my, life. I wonder how. Probably tell all my friends that I'm gay so that they'll all avoid me. Dallas was understandable because he was drunk and he could redeem himself quickly. But it was a bit harder for me, since I was small, kind of girlish, not really great a fighting.
I'm going to die at the age of 17...