I let out a huge laugh, even though the joke wasn't all that funny. Actually, it was the lamest thing I heard. But I still shook my shoulders and head while slapping Harrison Buller on the back.
"Good one, kid." As soon as I was turned around, I rolled my eyes and stared emptily at the waste land called the drive thru. Now, for the first time in my life, I regretted destroying something. The Dingo was gone; burned to the ground by a few matches in the middle of a dry summer night. "Man, this Soc place reeks." I threw my cigarette on the ground and stomped on it. The three Junior high kids behind me followed the same fashion.
"Not the same as the Dingo." Scrawny Kevin Kemper nodded his head in agreement.
"Whatever. I'm done with this shit." I stuck another light I my mouth and shoved my hands into my pockets. "I'm hunting for some real action." Of course the kids followed suit and tried to mimic my slouching and wide steps. They admired me, they bowed to me they wanted to be me…
"Hey Curly!" I cringed and turned to the gruff, load voice booming across all the cars in the lot. I could kiss my followers goodbye, now that they've seen my brother. He was the man; the tough guy that you knew would have your back. But if you went against him…well…there wouldn't really be a you.
"Tim." I said stiffly. The tall hoof looked the boy s up and down then turned to stare dead on at me.
"New recruits?" I clenched and unclenched my fist, thinking how much I would want to put a hole in Tim Shepard's head for stealing my kids.
"Yeah." Tim nodded towards me, then jerked his head to the junior highs. The little bastards followed him like they where a pack of dogs. I mumbled a few cursed and jumped onto a red ford, glaring at the happy world in front of me.
"Hey stranger." I didn't look over at the shift of weight on the car and kept on staring. "Shitty day?" I finally glared over at a chick with long, curly black hair and red rose lips.
"Mind your own damn business, Angela." My sister rolled her eyes and crossed her tan, smooth legs.
"Come on, there must have been some kind of rumble." I shoved Angela away from me.
"I said mind your own damn business! Christ, do you speak fucking English?" Angela made sure to back a few inches away from me, then made her self comfortable on the hood of the car. I returned to glaring at each passing person, giving them the finger if they stopped to stare. It was when a pack of girls came charging across the lot that they stopped a few yards away from the car. They started whispering and giggling; then one pointed a finger at me. As I continued to glare at the pack, they pushed a girl out and into the direction of the ford. She gave the girls a bitchy look before hugging her arm and walking casually over. The more I studied her, the more I noticed that her hair was the same color of the rust forming in my blade, and gave a slight curl around her face. From there, it tumbled down her shoulders and stopped at her chest. And her eyes…the color of grass mixed with cement.
"Hey." I was surprised by how strong her voice was, but kept my tough guy face on and continued to glare at the girl. "What's your name?" I blinked my cold black eyes. The girl started to look impatient and tugged at a piece of rusty hair. "Well, my name's Joni. Joni Mathews." This "Joni" held out her hand, but I only smirked and raised my eyebrows at the hand. Suddenly, she placed her hands on the car and leaned forward to whisper in my ear.
"Look, I don't wanna talk to you anymore than you want to chat with me." She hissed. "But I gotta win a bet that you won't bet the living out of me after two minutes, and we still have fifty seconds. I looked down at Joni curiously. She definitely had a determined set in her eye, and her body shape meant business. But why the hell did she find it okay to inch closer and closer to me?
"Guess I could lie with you that long." She smirked and boldly leaped up next to me.
"I herd a lot of stories about you, Curly Shepard." She swung her feet and forth, but never took those eyes off me. "Are any of them true?" I shrugged and leaned back against the windshield.
"Guess some are."
"Do you start some?" I sat up and shot a death look at Joni.
"Kid, you sure ask a lot of questions. Isn't fifty seconds up?"
"Ten more; and I'm not a kid." She jumped off the car and turned around to face me. "Nice meeting 'ya, Shepard." She hopped back around and started walking over to her friends.
"Wait!" I called after her. Joni turned back around fully; something now chick had done in so long. They always look over their shoulder and batted there eyelashes of winked; but not this broad. She walked back with a bounce in her step that was so different from the slink done by the chicks on our streets.
"Yeah?" She placed her hands on her hips and tapped her foot. I ran a hand through my hair and leaned my head down to hers and worked a devilish grin.
"What 'cha doing Friday night?" I caught her off guard. I saw it by the way her eyes popped and her stiff limbs.
"Nothing I know of." She mumbled and looked down at her feet.
"How about you meet me at the movie drive-in, say, nine o' clock?" Joni bit her lip and shuffled her feet.
"I don't know, Curly…"
"Come on, Joni, go." I looked over with surprise at the silky and soothing voice of my sister. "I'll be fun." She winked and made a show of giving the cheesiest smile.
"I guess." She sighed and cocked her head to one side. "See you Friday." This time I didn't stop her as she walked back to the group of girls. Some moved to slap her hand, and she slapped it back; but not with the life it would have I she just conquered two minutes with Curly Shepard. Instead, she got much more. She got a date with Curly Shepard. One time, she glanced over and looked me up and down. I pretended not to see, but found myself smiling. Maybe she got more than she bargained for; but the more the merrier, right?
This fic is replacing Becoming Shepard's Girl. I changed it a lot; as Jenny is now Joni (cooler name) and it's not as wild. The plot line is slightly different, too. Please enjoy this remake and I apologize to any one I offended with the original.