Beating
The Odds
Chapter
TwoA/N:
Second chapter! Whoo:)
Disclaimer:
I own nothing except the waitress
in this chapter. Aaaaand, one
line belongs to
the movie Rumble Fish. So, I don't own
the
"I'll cut you to peices" bit, kay?
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Marcia was already waiting by the doors when Two-Bit arrived at the dingo, his black leather jacket slung over his arm and a grin on his face. Man that girl looked great. Her short dark brown hair was clipped back, and her blue eyes sparkled with delight once she caught sight of him. Of course, this just made his grin grow even wider. Eventually he was in front of her, and was eyeing the plaid knee-length skirt she was wearing, along with a white button up blouse. Her makeup was so natural you could barely tell she was wearing any, but she still looked gorgeous. Even still, he couldn't help but wish her skirt was shorter. He just wasn't used to the socy kind of girls.
"Hey," she said simply, tossing her hair back and smiling a bit. Of course, Two-Bit couldn't help but notice how she would occasionally toss a weary glance at a hood or two. Especially a group of them who were fighting and yelling out things like; "I'll cut you to peices!"
It was these kind of people that gave greasers a bad name, he realized, shoving his fists into his pockets and grinning sheepishly at Marcia. She grinned back, but her expression was still weary. He knew that she wasn't used to this neighbourhood, or the people in it, but he wanted to know her. It was almost as if he needed to. He was pretty sure that she wanted to get to know him too.
"You ever thought of dying your hair blonde, babe?" he asked smoothly, grinning at her and slipping an arm around her shoulders. But to his annoyance, she stepped to the left and his arm fell limply at his side. It was only fair that he gave her a questioning, slightly hurt look. And at that, she began to bite her lip.
"I'm sorry, but I do have a boyfriend," she said, both looking and sounding apologetic.
Two-Bit sighed. Of course. The boyfriend. What would ol' Randy say if he knew she was hanging out with a greasy hood like him? Go throw a beer blast? Jump a greaser out of anger? His hands clenched into fists just thinking about it. It had been Randy's friend Bob that had jumped Johnny a month or so back, he knew. He could tell by the rings on his fingers and the horrified expression Johnny had been wearing once he noticed them.
"I know it. Marcia, I'm sorry but-"
"Marcia?!"
Two-Bit was suprised that it was a girl's voice calling her, and maybe even a little bit relieved. He didn't really feel like having another run-in with Randy boy. At least not today. In his opinion, neither of the boys from last night treated Cherry or Marcia right. Obviously they didn't want to see them passing out in the streets like they apparently had the night before. But now, speaking of Cherry, she was currently running up to them, an odd, yet unreadable look on her face.
"Marcia... Randy's been calling my house pretty much all day. He's been wanting to know where you are," she said, glancing at Two-Bit before quickly turning back to her friend.
"Excuse us," Marcia said, pulling Cherry aside.
"Why are you with him?" Cherry asked once they were out of earshot. Marcia knew her friend was furious, but she wasn't about to let Cherry insult Two-Bit. "Marcia, he's a-"
"I know what he is," Marcia interrupted, her voice cold and firm. "But I think I deserve to go out with someone who treats me good."
"Good?" Cherry gasped, her eyes wide. "Marcia, he's a hood! What's Randy going to say?"
"Randy," Marcia said simply. "Isn't going to say anything... because you're not going to tell him."
When her friend didn't say anything, she quickly continued.
"Please, Cherry! We're just friends. We're just hanging out. But Randy would never believe that. You can't tell him, Cherry. You can't."
Cherry sighed and tossed her hair over her shoulder. "Alright Marcia, I won't tell him. But if he ever finds out-"
"He won't."
Once Cherry was gone, Marcia headed back over to Two-Bit, grinning sheepishly.
"I'm sorry."
"What?" he asked, confused. "Gotta go meet Mr. Super Soc or something?"
Marcia shook her head. "No Two-Bit. I planned to spend the day with you, and I'm going to do just that."
The grins on their faces appeared at the exact same time before Two-Bit offered his arm to her, which she gladly took, and they headed off towards the drive-in, arm in arm.
