Pretty Face, Dirty Little Secret
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Summary: What was Sandy really thinking when she cheated on Sodapop, the night she found out she was pregnant, and when she finally tells her boyfriend? Two-shot.
Sandy's POV (July 2nd, 1966)
I had gone to Bucks to cool off after my dad had drank a little too much to do the exact same thing.
"Hey, baby." He was a stranger to me, another boy looking to hook up with me at a bar, but when the stranger offered to buy me a drink I couldn't refuse, despite the fact that I'd had way enough to get me drunk. The music was loud enough to make me sick. I wished that Sodapop was there with me, but now I'm relieved that he wasn't, but maybe it would have stopped this whole ugly mess.
Somewhere, between the endless pickup lines, dancing, and my cloudy, drunken mind I learned that his name was Joseph Edwards or something. He said he was eighteen or nineteen, I couldn't remember.
I think I laughed at him. I was only fifteen then. I guess I looked older to him.
I don't even remember how we ended up in the privacy of one of Buck's bedroom, but we must've venture over there. He surprised me out or my thoughts by whispering sweet nothings into my ear. I undid his belt and he slipped off my shirt. My clothes ended up somewhere in the room and I ended up with him in the bed. I gladly came.
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"Mm," Joe sighed, later while we just laid in bed together, "I love you, Sandra."
I knew it was the alcohol, or the guilt of what I'd just done, but his voice sounded all for the world exactly like Soda's dud when he'd said "I love you," only he called me Sandra, and Soda never called me that. Though, that thought didn't rest my mind any.
I didn't bother responding, I just slowly gathered my clothes that had made their way into a corner, a symbol of what I'd just done. Only hours earlier I'd been Sandra, Tulsa's only fifteen year old virgin and now I had slept with someone who wasn't even my boyfriend. Mine as well be Angela Shepard. Soda had told me that he'd wait till marriage for me if that's what I wanted.
I slipped out of the room and left Joe there by himself without his shirt or pants on. He had given me his jacket too wear, too. I handed it quickly to Buck to give back to him.
I hope I never see you again, I thought as I left the bar. Soda didn't deserve that, but maybe I did. I thought of all the girls at the DX while I wasn't there with him, and suddenly I didn't feel so guilty.
A pretty face can hide a multitude of sins.
The next day when I saw him, I'd smile softly just as always, like a good girlfriend. He always believes me so he won't ever find out, right?
Wrong, I guess.
My stomach churned, and it wasn't just the guilt or the hangover I was bound to have.
Word Count: 625 words
Aufenthalt Gold,
~Alee XxX