Alright, thanks for the reviews for the first chapter, keep them coming please.
Here's chapter 2:
About an hour later, I finally woke up. Have you ever gone to sleep after a long day of playing soccer with your friends and woke up all sore? Yeah, that's pretty much how I felt. I looked around to where the boys had taken me; it was a run down house. Nothing special, but it was nicer than where I was coming from.
"So you're finally awake? How ya feeling, doll?" one of the boys asked.
"I feel like I've got the worst hangover in my life or something, how are you doing?" I asked him with a small smile.
He just laughed and introduced himself as Two-Bit. The rest of them told me their names. Damn, some of these guys have some original names. I didn't tell them that of course; I mean Orion's a pretty interesting name for a girl to have.
"What's your name, and how the hell did you end up in Tulsa all by yourself? You're nothing more than a baby." Darry asked me in a slightly worried manner.
"I'm Orion. I ran away from my home in Stillwater," I said casually, like it didn't bother me that my father made things so bad I would rather be homeless than live under his roof, "And I'm sixteen, I'm no baby."
"How come you ran away?" Ponyboy asked curiously. Johnny elbowed him a little, signaling that it was kind of rude to ask me something like this. I didn't bat an eye to it though; I'm pretty good at pretending it doesn't bother me much.
"My mom died of cancer; my dad couldn't take it. He started drinking and hitting me, and I tired of it pretty quick and lit out of Stillwater."
They all nodded in understanding. I figured they would. Tulsa wasn't much different then where I was coming from; times are hard, almost everyone's going through some type of bad shit.
"Damn, kid, you're in pretty bad shape." Steve told me.
"Well thanks a lot that makes me feel real good." I replied, tossing him a pretend glare.
"Bathroom's right there if you wanna get yourself a shower and clean up." Darry suggested.
I nodded, grabbed my stuff, and headed into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. These guys seemed nice, but I didn't trust them that much. A gasp escaped my lips when I looked in the mirror. My hair was a mess, my face was covered in dried blood, and my clothes were absolutely filthy with dirt. Jesus, I looked bad. Taking Darry's advice, I stripped off my clothes and got ready to jump in the shower. It was hard not to notice the nice shade of black and blue that some of ribs had changed into. After I stepped into the shower, the water running off of my body was the color of maroon as the dirt and blood was washing off. When I was through, I reached into my pack for a towel and some clothes. A pair of blue jeans and a fitted t-shirt would do just fine. I tried to rush so I wasn't taking up the Curtis' bathroom too long, and in no time I emerged fully dressed and made up with my hair brushed down to the middle of my back.
"Well ain't you pretty without all that mess all over you." Two-Bit said grinning.
"You ain't gunna be pretty any more if I belt you one." I shot back with a wink.
Two-Bit grabbed at his heart, "You're killing me baby."
Everyone laughed as I sat myself down on the floor and began to lace up my converses. When I was done, I would thank them and head on out of here; it just wasn't me to overstay my welcome.
"You ain't going anywhere, kid." The mean looking one, Dallas, said to me.
I froze and reached into my backpack, feeling around for the switchblade that I really could have used last night, if I would have had time to search it out in there.
"Y-yes I am," I stammered out, rising from my spot and pulling out my blade. I thought they were nice guys. What the hell were they going to do to me?
"Jesus, Dally, scare her half to death," Soda scolded him, "He didn't mean it like that, honey, we just wanna make sure you're okay."
I eyed him suspiciously. He spoke so gently, that I felt like I could trust him. Dallas, though, he sure as hell wasn't gentle. Putting my blade in my back pocket this time, just in case, I grabbed my bag from the floor, "Thanks, y'all, for taking care of me, but I really should get going."
"And where do you think you're gunna go? Walking by yourself in this neighborhood just gives you a greater chance at getting jumped by another pack of socs. Is that what you really want? I don't think so, kid, you're still in pretty bad shape." Dallas told me, making me feel like a bad puppy that just couldn't do anything right.
"Of course I don't wanna get jumped again, but I don't even know y'all." I replied, returning his cold glare.
"Well come on, we're heading down to the Dingo to get something to eat. Get to know us." Two-Bit suggested, flashing his lopsided grin.
I couldn't help but return it. I also couldn't help feeling Dallas' cold gaze, which was still cast in my direction. It was making me nervous.
"Yeah, alright. Sounds good." I told Two-Bit.
He hooked arms with me and began half-dragging me to the Dingo. We slowed so I could fish a cigarette out of my backpack. To my disadvantage, I couldn't find a light. Unexpectedly, Dallas grabbed my shoulder and stopped me and lit up my smoke. I inhaled and thanked him.
"The last person that pulled a blade on me got their head busted in." He informed me matter-of-factly.
"So, you gunna bust my head in?" I asked all gutsy like. All the boys shared a look. It was obvious that people don't usually get away with talking to him like that. To be honest, Dallas scared the shit out of me, but I wasn't about to let him know it.
To my surprise, and everyone else's, Dallas laughed.
"You got guts, sugar. I like that."
Alright, there's chapter two for you guys. Reviews welcome. Next chapter will be out ASAP.
