-ALICE'S POV-
Eyeball Chambers was, in my opinion, the best looking Cobra. I guess it only made sense that I thought that, since I was his girl, but, I still think that, even if he wasn't screwing me, I would've thought he was the looker of the bunch. Charlie was a scrawny, whiny pussy, and Billy wasn't anything special, in my opinion. I guess Ace wasn't too hard on the eyes, but, hell, he sure was an ass. I ain't quite sure how Marcia put up with him so long, but, she did, and I wasn't 'bout to question it.
That was a summer of firsts for both me and my sister. That was the summer that I lost my virginity, and Kimmy got her first boyfriend. I met my first love, and Kimmy had her first fist fight. Seems like a primo bonding opportunity, right? You'd think that a sweet gal like me would jump at the chance to spend some time with her family, but, believe it or not, my kid sister bugs the hell out of me.
I spent the whole damn summer with three girls I considered my best friends, at the time. There was Valerie. She was a weird chick, 'cause sometimes she'd be the smartest damn person you'd ever meet, and other times she was a total fuckin' ditz. She wore shirts that showed off a little too much of her belly, according to my mama, and some of the shortest shorts I've ever seen in my whole seventeen years of life. She'd be the brains of our group if she wasn't so fuckin' spacey.
Rita was the skank. She wore too much eye makeup, drank too much, and you could practically smell trouble on her. She hadn't been in a real live committed relationship before Billy Tessio, and, even then, we all had our suspicions that she was banging other cats 'round town, but, 'cause we didn't want to start shit, we kept our traps shut.
Then, there was Marcia Johnson. She was the prettiest girl I'd ever seen, and she was real tough too. After all, you had to be pretty damn tough to be Ace Merrill's chick. She was our fearless leader. The larger than life force behind our little club. She wore Ace's old jean jacket 24/7, and she made smoking look real cool. She could even blow a heart shaped smoke ring. None of the rest of us chicks could do that. She really was somethin' special.
Then there was me. Skinny little blonde Alice Martin, with her snotty kid sister, Kim. I wasn't cool, or brainy, or skanky like any of the other chickens. I wasn't special or anything. I was so damn plain that I could never quite figure out what Eyeball saw in me. I didn't complain, though. He was good lookin' and he treated me well enough, most of the time.
The four of us were Cobra property. You see, Valerie was always saying how it was destiny that the four of us ended up with the guys. She said we were born to be their chicks. You know, I was never quite sure whether that was the dumbest thing she'd ever said, or the smartest, but, it was certainly something I remembered.