Cheater
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the outsiders. S E Hinton does. I do not own the story of us either. Taylor Swift does.
"I used to think that one day we'd tell the story of us"
I had just gotten out of jail early again for good behavior and was walking down the street towards the dingo when I saw her.
She was pressed against the back wall of an alley I just happened to glance down. She was pressed up against the wall making out with no other than Tim Shepard. She was running her hands through his greased back hair. I couldn't see his hands but I will bet you anything that one was under her shirt and the other one was running along the middle of her back.
I went storming into the ally and ripped the two of them apart. I pushed Shepard onto the ground as I tore him away from her. When he got back up he took a swing at me and that was all I needed. I pulled out my switchblade and started circling with him. When he saw the flash of silver in my hand he pulled out his own. That started a knife fight between the two of us. The whole time she was crying and screaming for us to stop. I barley heard her the red rage had my mind clouded. I couldn't feel a thing Shepard's blade cut through the skin of my side and I fell.
"The story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now,"
I fell and hit the ground hard. I heard her scream my name over and over, but for some reason I didn't care. All I cared about was living. I tried to get to my feet and failed, Shepard had gotten me good. I looked up and found the tuff and cold greaser I was always fighting with looking down at me with regret in his eyes.
He reached down and pulled me to my feet. He slung my arm around his shoulder and put his arm around my waist and I limped away using him as a crutch, away from her, closing the book for good.
"The End"