Chapter 1: Beginning and Ending, Courtesy of Evelyn
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Steve's POV
"Some things just end, Steve," she'd told me. I was brought back to the first thing I noticed about her, her flowing dirty blond hair that just stopped at her shoulders. It ended too short, like us. I wondered what had brought us here as I threw my clothes into a suitcase, a bottle of whiskey already in my system, making my movements slow. Her voice rang in my head, and memories flooded my head.
Just forget, just forget, I begged myself, but I couldn't just forget her.
Third Person POV (1963)
She was the new girl, so naturally everybody talked. Most greasers didn't travel as far as she did to find jobs. She was from North Caroline, though she didn't sound like it. Her voice could purr like a cat or hiss like a venomous snake, cutting through the room like a knife. She had never exactly put off the "southern bell" vibe.
Girls were a relatively new species to thirteen year old Steve. Unlike Soda, who's lost his virginity a few months back in one of Bucks old back bedrooms, Steve had yet to have a serious girlfriend and he was still a virgin. But then he saw her. She had shining hazel eyes and her dirty blond hair was pulled up into a bun. Her long, sharp nails were painted red and she was dressed in the normal greaser girl attire, short dress and black leather.
Steve tried to compose himself as he went to his next class, but his thoughts were on the new girl, who's name he'd get to find out. When he began walking home he heard a scream and raced towards it. He had an idea on who's it was, but he didn't know how now that he looked back on it. However he knew, he was now staring face-to-face with a car of Socs, bugging the new girl.
"Hey, get outta here," Steve yelled, flicking out his switchblade. The two Socs got in their car and left hastily with a screech of the tires.
"Hey!" He called as the new girl just walked away. She turned around. "What's your name?" He asked.
"Evelyn Scott, but if you call me that it'll be the last thing you say," she said casually yet with an icy and uninterested tone.
Steve started to get annoyed. "Thanks?" He muttered sarcastically. She flipped him the bird and walked away. Steve couldn't help but stare after her as she disappear from sight.
That was the last time Steve saw Evelyn, who never did say what she wanted to be called, until Soda approached him one day about two years later.
"Steve, l-look, man, I got a favor to ask. I got this date tonight, and Sandy has a real cute friend, her, her name is Evie," Soda explained, tripping over his words in his haste. "She's a blond, real looker. Come on, Stevie, double date with me?"
Okay, so Soda stretched the truth a little about the blond part, but it worked because that night Steve showed up at the Dingo, looking extremely unhappy to find out his date was the famed Evelyn Scott.
Aufenthalt Gold,
~Alee