(A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back with a new story to tell :3 Of course, I will continue to work on my sequel to Raelee, but I was approached a few days ago by another user, asking if I would write her story for her. I couldn't say no, it's an honor to think someone likes my writing this much XD. Of course, life is busy so I won't be able to update as often as I would like, but expect some nice things. This story had a pretty good idea behind it! All credit goes to Emolichic1, of course, since it was her idea.)

I slowly came to a stop outside of a run-down gas station in the east side of time. I could smell the lingering cigarette smoke through the open windows of my car. I opened the door and lifted myself out. The cool blue of the finish shone in the sunlight. After closing the door, gently, I leaned against the hood. I could now see the first glimpse of Dallas Winston I had ever seen. Cherry had told me all about this guy – tough and tuff. He looked towards me and I could feel myself shrinking under the intensity of his cold, hard eyes. It was as if he were seeing right through me. I quickly shifted my gaze to the small, dark kid, and instantly knew who he was. My eyes narrowed and I opened my mouth to utter a something, but Dallas moved his friend out of view. I think he could tell who I was.

I scoffed on the inside. Cherry was right. He was way over-protective. Just like I used to be.

My name is Ashley Ford. I am a younger cousin to Bob Sheldon.

Yeah, that's right. The guy Johnny Cade knifed in the park all those months ago. He was my cousin, and the only person I would ever consider family.

Before long, Soda Pop Curtis walked out from the garage. He looked happy as he held on to the blond in his arm. His grip on her was tight. After a long, silent moment, it seemed to sink in for everyone present.

Sandy.

I blanched.

I had a crush on Soda. I still do. But, I used him. Plain and simple. By the time I realized I liked him, it was far too late and he had already made his moves on Sandy.

She looked over at me. I could tell that she saw something familiar in me, but couldn't quite place it.

It's true. I do look a lot different now than I did back then. Most of my hair was gone. My "family" was absolutely furious with me when I chopped it up to my shoulders. My eyes, though, are unchanged for the most part. But, they have become more wary. For now, they were safely hidden behind a pair of sunglasses.

I could feel her glowering at me.

It didn't last too long, though, when Steve came around the corner with Evie in tow. Sandy's eyes lifted to them and she smiled. Steve stopped short and Evie almost slammed her nose into his shoulder.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she asked, giving him a hard shove.

"Sandy's…back?" Evie looked towards the greaser boys. She crossed her arms.

"So, the bitch is back."

Sandy flinched at the word and dug her nails into Soda's shirt. Steve coughed and stood awkwardly.

It was then that Soda noticed me. And my car. He whistled, loudly.

"Mighty fine car you have there, miss. Is there something we can do for you?"

I smirked.

"Fill her up, please?"

He smiled that amazingly handsome smile at me and nodded.

For months I've been alone, wishing over and over that I could change the past.

But now, I am back, looking for redemption.

And nobody tells Ashley Ford, "No."