"Levi?" My anonymous lover says, while trying to shake me awake and failing miserable.
"I've got to go now love.." I feel him leave the bed, and I try to fake asleep. Maybe it will help me fall back asleep.
"I love you so much Olivia, you have no clue how much last night meant to me" he says just before he leaves. Oh no. Those three words are worst then any swear word. I vaguely remember last night and this guy saying he has been in love with me since he can remember, but I just dismissed it. You see, there is no such thing as "love" or "true love". Instead there are two other things: "lust" and "comfort", I can only guess that this guy was confusing love, for lust. Not that there is much to "lust" over, me being 5'1. I use to be a great athlete. I mean great. But then multiple things happened. First off my mother was killed, second everyone grew taller, while as I didn't, also I formed boobs way to big. Most girls envy me for my curves. Nice ass, DD boobs. Not to sound like one of those girls that hates there body, but I'm always jealous of the "tall, boyish figure" type. And lastly what stopped me from playing sports is I'm from the East side. You may be wondering "nice the east side, where the sun rises right?" Wrong. It never seems like the sun rises here. I'm what people like to call a "greaser girl". I blame the guys for our nickname, they put so much grease in there hair, but I wouldn't want it any other way. They look tuff.
Most of us also have nicknames. Mine being "Levi". When read aloud you might think it is another way to pronounce Livie, but no. I use to wear these totally hip Levi pants. The boys all loved them, and when they described me to there friends they would say "the girl with the tuff Levi's" so it kind of stuck.
I have never had trouble with boys. Most of the time my trouble I have is keeping the boys away. And for this reason I don't have much female friends. My last friend who I had said I had "a perfect life". Now that's bullshit. People like me. Men, boys, guys. That's it. And not all of them, sure as hell my father doesn't.
I finally pulled myself out of bed, I looked around at my medium sized room. The white walls full of pretty girls from my seventeen magazine look back at me, also some of my ex friends and boyfriends. The one that always catches my eye, right in the middle, Alex Crosier. The guy I lost my virginity to in the eighth grade. This is back when I believed in love, and maybe God. Alex and I were inseparable. Going everywhere together, him chasing guys started off as best friends, then lovers. It was the perfect love story, until it wasn't. Two months and three days after we had sex for the first time, Alex was killed. Killed. The word gives me shivers, it shows the possibility of it being prevented. Killed. By socs of course. Socs are the ones who live on the west side, they have money, and tons of it. All the girls are proper and never swear, and the boys smart or play for a sports team, yuk. But of course these socs who don't have anything else to do, like to beat up us greasers. But you see on this night, they went to far. Alex was running into the deli at 1 am to get some food, you see the motto I always live by is: Nothing good happens after 12 am. Which is so true. From what I was told, he got in line behind some socs who seemed drunk out of there mind. When the woman taking there order asked if they "wanted fries with that" he pulled out a gun and shot her and Alex. The soc is still out there. I hate socs. You would think that, that would have been my only terrible encounter with them, well you would have been terribly wrong. A few months after Alex's murder, I had been attacking any soc I have seen, most of them just punching me out and moving on. But this one soc, raped me. I have never told anyone about this. I am known as being very tough. Everyone knows what my father has done to me. I couldn't let anyone know about this. So I slept with a ton of greasers trying to forget. Just forget. I also got a ton of self defense classes so that will never happen to me ever again.
My phone starts ringing taking me out of my train of thought.
"Y'ellow?"
"Hi-uh Levi is that you?" The masculine voice asked.
"Yup it is, who is speaking?" I said
"It's uh Johnny Cade"
Johnny Cade? Never heard of the guy.
"I don't know who this is, but if it's a prank call, no my fridge isn't running away" I say about to hang up, when I hear.
"Wait! Please"
"Yes" I say making sure this Johnny guy knows I'm listening.
"My gang and I are from Oklahoma, and something terrible has happen and
four of us would like to stay with you." Before I could ask what in the hell they were talking about he kept going.
"You know Buck Merrill right?"
"Yes" I answered
"Uh he said you would be more then willing to let us stay with you." I thought about this. I mean why not.
"Okay, but we live 40 hours away? How should-" he cut me off.
"We are in the Toronto airport right now, and are about to catch a bus to Ajax, just pick us up and the bus stop at 5:45. Got to go. Thanks so much" he hung up before i could even reply.
I'm so glad I just filled up on my tank of gas. I look at the time it reads eleven thirty-two. I have a long time. I decided to take a shower, it feels so good after last night, with that guy. Finally I out and get dressed. I grab my high wasted dark coloured jean capris, with my tank top like top that was button up, and I tied at the bottom, showing a bit on stomach. Now for my shoes, maybe I would wear heals, but then again I'm going to be driving so, I got my flats. I make my way over to my old mirror in my room and get my makeup out. Putting on my cover up, then look at my greenish grey eyes, applying eyeliner with the flicks at the corners, then mascara. My eyes look fierce, with a weed in my mouth I will look tough, almost scary. Onto my hair, I run my hands through my dark brown waves and decided to just puff it at the front, put my red bandana on then the rest of my hair in a pony tail. Looking in the full length mirror, I unbutton one more button at the top to show off a bit more of my bust.
When I look at the time again it's 12:30, I decide to call the guy who had the party last night maybe he will know who they guy I slept with was.
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Finally it is 5:20 and it is appropriate to leave. I get into my muscle car, I am totally into cars and work as a mechanic so I have a 1967 Pontiac GTO, it is a tuff car, I light my cancer stick, roll down my window a bit and blast the radio. A couple people I know wave to me. Most people around my neighbourhood hood know me, either from my abusive father, that I'm a slut or the 17 year old drop out. All of them know not to mess with me.
What seems like a very long time instead of 10 minutes I pull up to the Ajax bus station. How am I suppose to know who they are? What they look like? Then I see them, about the best looking group of fellas I have seen in awhile. I'm glad I picked the out fit I did.
I slowly approach them.
"Hello, I'm Levi you guys know Buck?" While up close to them I realize how big they are. Even the shortest one of the group is a couple inches taller then me, I'd have to stand on my toes to kiss him.
"And you must be the fox that Buck told us about, you are even hotter then he described you" the tallest with scary blue eyes said. I wasn't scared though, he towed over me,but I'm also scary, in a different sort of way, I held my ground.
"Yup, but if you don't want to be stranded here for the rest of y'all's life I would hurry the hell up and follow me"
Before I could turn around the guy who once before challenged me grabbed my wrist and held me
I'm Dally Winston and no girl talks to us like that"
he thinks he's tough or he beat me, but he doesn't know how many times I have been in this situation, I catch him off guard and twist my wrist then grab onto his wrist and turn him around and press him hard against the wall without missing a beat I say
"I'm not just some girl, and no one talks to Levi Fox that way hunny"
then let go and start walking toward my car. Every time I do anything like that I feel so bad ass, it's great. I turn around to see them all looking dumbfounded so I yell
"C'mon I ain't no ones taxi driver"
And they all started walking fast toward me car. When all four of the were in my car, the smallest one sitting in the passenger seat I asked "so since your all staying with me, what's all yous names?" They all still seemed slightly scared of me, but one of them instantly started smiling.
"Sodapop Curtis" he said, then pointed to the boy in between himself and Dally, "and this here is Johnny Cade," then he pointed toward Dally " and from the kick ass meeting on Levi's part you know Dally, and sitting next to you is my kid brother Ponyboy Curtis, welcome to insanity" he said and started laughing, so I did also.
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