The hungry, fire feeling swooped over my skin. The need to be held and touched like no other could. I would find another man, but I promised Dally this time I wouldn't.

Yet, he need not to know.

I made my way swiftly through the crowds of the small club, the dancing feet blocked out the sounds of my clicking heels. I pushed and I shoved, ignoring the wolf whistles that came from the admiring boys.

I found a boy, his hair curled over his forehead, the grease was very noticable. I grabbed his hand, giving him a sly smile. He gave me a smirk, grabbing my ass as we walked along the hallway; stealing forbidden kisses.

At first, I wasn't sure what was happening. My head began to spin as the guilt set into my heart. My stomach felt like it was going to drop right through me. Like I would die on the spot.

It happened before I realized, Curly leaving the room, the door wide open. I tried to run after him, but he wouldn't have listened anyways. I could hear the taunting words in my mind already. He would make it a priority to tell Dally when I'm with him.

I went home, letting the boy that I stole from the party slip back into his drunken state.

I threw up.

I found Dally, he was sitting on his friends car. I could never remember the boys name, but he always placed his opinion in everything.

Dally let his arms slide around my waist, trying to take a kiss from me but I would not allow it. I could not let him touch my unholy lips for they have done sin. He seemed frustrated, but he quickly forgot about it as Curly came into view.

"Hey Dally! You're out of the cooler!"

"Yeah, they let me go on good behaivor."

"You'll NEVER guess what Sylvia's been doing!" Curly stated, giving a sly grin to me. I wanted to hit him as he began his talk about the party a few nights before. My body became numb, Dally slowly letting go of my waist as he heard more; the big lead up to what I had done.

Curly was laughing like a fool.
No, he is a fool.

I looked at Dally. The same look he always had on his face. It was neither sad or angry. It was simple. He was Dally. He had no feeling for he was always numb.
He once told me it was New York that turned him cold, but we never talked about it after that. He never liked to talk about it.

I held out the ring, taking the tape off that had made it fit my finger. Dally took it and placed it on his own finger. Giving a small shrug and turning the other way.

This always happened.
I always screwed it up.

Except this time,
I think it's for good.