Chapter 1:

*Tim's POV*

I stomp out of my house after another fight with my stepfather who I refused to call him father at all.

"Why the fuck did she married that fucking bastard?" he asked to himself.

My anger takes me towards the park so I can cool down under a tree.

"Well, well, well," a female voice speaks from above me, "what do we have here?" I look up to glare at the owner of the voice. The oranges and reds of the sunset show that it's a greaser girl around my age maybe a little younger with raven black hair that barely touches her shoulders and wearing a Dairy Queen uniform. Her eyes made my face heat up and make my heart skip a beat, something foreign to me. What's going on her?! "What brings your here sir?" she asked curiously.

"Why would you know?" I scuffed, looking away with my arms crossed.

"No one comes here without a good reason," she chuckles, falling down to meet at his side. "I know this because I have a good reason to be here."

"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow at her. "What's your good reason?"

"A greaser girl's life is tough," she sighs.

I rolled my eyes at this. "Oh please, a greaser boy's life is tougher. You girls will be sleeping with us guys every night."

"Sleeping?" the mysterious female asked confused. "Like sleepovers….." I give her a look of, 'are you kidding me?' which made her eyes grow big and wide. "Oh, you mean….intimacy?" she blushes at saying that word like as if she's embarrassed.

That makes me smirk. So she's an innocent little greaser girl huh? I dig that. It's a nice change from the other greaser girls.

"Yes," I chuckled, still leaning against the tree and my arms still crossed. "Most girls like you likes to be with guys for sex," she blushes shyly at that, "and get wasted."

"I'm not much into that sort of thing, but I am a greaser for sure. I have a couple of switchblades."

"Are you in a gang?"

"Sadly no."

That made my eyebrow raised up. "How come?"

"I don't have friends and no one asked."

Whoever she is, she sounds alone like myself, but no one knows that.

"What's your name, kid?"

"Maxine," she answers shyly. "What's yours?"

"Tim."

"Tim Shepard?" Maxine asked surprised, her hands to her mouth.

"So you heard about me, huh?" he smirks.

"More like Daddy told me not be near you," she blushes that cute blush of hers, looking shyly.

"Oh?" I smirk more, liking her innocent behavior more and more. "And what about me did Daddy say?" I wrap my arms around her big hips of her curvy body. She must go up to my collarbone.

"Ummm," she blushes more, stuttering. "H-He told th-that y-you are a v-very bad per-person, but h-he hasn't met you."

"Daddy's right about me not being nice," I chuckled. "So you tell me something. Why are you here all alone little girl?"

"Daddy and Mommy don't have money to feed me so I have work so I can eat as you can see by my uniform."

"Sounds harsh and that's saying something from me," I said, spinning her around so she can face me.

Maxine looks at me shyly and surprised. "You're the first person whoever tell…..ummm….descent words to me," she admits.

"Descent words, huh?"

She nods her head.

"You said, you aren't in a gang, right?"

She nods again.

"Well, I don't do this at all, but my gang usually hands out by the train tracks south of town. You are welcome to join us whenever you like," I offered.

"A-Are y-you sure?" Maxine asked surprised.

I give her a serious look. "Did I sound like I was kidding? If you want to be a part of a gang, you need to be tuff. You got swichknives so that's the first step, but you need to be tuff in personality."

"Like fighting?"

"Yes."

"I've done material arts classes before, does that count?" she asked.

Geez, this girl is going to be the death of me.

"Yes, because you know how to fight. So if you're interested, you know where to find us," I wink at her smirking before leaning the park.

Such a gorgeous girl. I hope she accepts my offer.