A/N: Thank you guys so much for favoriting and following an reviewing. It really means a lot. I'm going to reply to your reviews at the end of the chapter, I just don't want to accidentally give anything away up here.

Also, I'd like to apologize. I'm posting this a day later than I meant. I didn't sleep at all yesterday, and I was just so tired I forgot. It shouldn't happen again.

"Hey, I saw the socs were giving you a rough time back there." I heard someone say. I quickly shoved the note in my pocket and turned around to face the voice. Of course, it was none other than Curly. "The name's Sheppard. Well, Curly is my first name."

I rolled my eyes. Did the kid think it was possible that a greaser wouldn't know him? His older brother Tim had quite a reputation, and everyone knew he had a kid brother. From what I could tell Tim was proud of the kid, he talked about him a lot. "I'm Candie."

It was around grade two or three I broke the habit of introducing myself with my last name, like Curly just had. When I was little I was just so proud of being Dallas' kid sister, I felt compelled to use my family name. I wanted people to know who I was, but I just started to realize at some point that there wasn't much to be proud of. Back in New York our father had a reputation, so the name Winston meant something, but in Tulsa the name Winston was just associated with Dallas. I know to some people it would be reason enough to show off, but he's really not that great. Even if I thought he was, it sure wouldn't get me anywhere with my friends.

"Candie, huh? You got a last name?" Curly asked, leaning against the locker beside mine.

"Winston." I told him, before quickly trying to change the subject. "Why are you so proud of your family? I mean, I assume you are since you introduce yourself with your family name. I could see Tim doing that since people actually call him Sheppard, but you're known by Curly."

"Winston? As in Dally?" Curly questioned, completely disregarding my question.

I sighed and slammed my locker shut, then locking it. "Yeah, I'm his kid sister. Any more questions?"

He seemed content with my reponse, so he went back to my question. "My brother's Tim Sheppard, y'know, the Tim Sheppard. He's got a reputation around, everyone knows who he is. I mean, why wouldn't I be proud? I just want everyone to know. You've gotta understand, right? You're Dal's kid sister!"

I chuckled sarcastically and shook my head. "And up until now, did you know Dallas had a sister?"

He seemed to think for a minute, before looking at me confused. "Why doesn't anyone know about you?"

I shrugged. "Neither of us really feel we have anything to brag about. I mean, we get along okay I guess, we talk a bit, I make him breakfast if he's actualy awake in the morning, we insult each other, the normal sibling stuff. But I don't really think he's that great. I mean, he's just a hood."

Curly seemed baffled that I'd even dare say that, but then another thought seemed to cross his mind. "How do I not know you? I mean, shoot, between your brother and mine I've seen about every greaser girl in Tulsa. Even the ones they didn't sleep with will hang around sometimes if their friends are with them."

"I could hang out with the few girls you don't know." I mutter.

He shook his head. "Nice try there, girlie, but they don't exist." he looked so proud of himself, until he started thinking. "Girls aren't usually in gangs, so you wouldn't be part of any gangs I haven't met, and really that only leaves-"

"I don't have any friends." I cut him off, glaring. "They'd all just see me as Dallas' kid sister, and I don't want that. I either want my own name for myself or no name. But don't you dare even suggest I'd even consider being friends with those scum."

"You sure got your brother's temper." I heard him mumble under his breath. "Remind me again, why don't you want to be known as Dal's kid sister?"

"He's just some hood! All he does is steal shit, go out of his way to break laws, get in fights, dirty talk girls until they either run away or sleep with him, he's got this God complex or something where he thinks he's better than everyone just because he's got a record that's a mile long. I don't understand why that stupid greaser even thinks that anything to brag about." I rant.

Curly made a face and what about to say something when a voice interupted him. "Hey love, birds." the voice teased.

I turned around to see Bob with some other socs, and boy was I glad. I really just wanted to get away from Curly. I looked through the group and noted that I only recognized Bob and David, but it didn't matter that much to me. David was the most sarcastic and dramatic bastard I knew, though, so I had to prepare myself for the worst.

I glared at them and tried my best to look annoyed. "What do you want, Robert?" I asked. Well, at least I succeeded at making myself sound annoyed, I thought to myself. I was pretty sure I started smiling half way through, but if anyone said anything I'd try to play it off like it was supposed to be a bitchy grin.

"Yeah, what do you want?" Curly spoke. I turned back and gave Curly a blank stare. Was that really the best he could come up with? He must have noticed me staring, and he just shrugged up me. I saw David chuckle and lean against a locker with his arms crossed, shaking his head. He was probably thinking the same thing as me.

"Well actually," Bob started. "I was just going to get this little greaser here to come for a nice, 'friendly walk'." Bob explained, using air quotes.

"Why do you always pick on her?" Curly said with a glare. I surpressed the urge to sigh dramatically and stare at him. This kid was terrible at come backs, and talking in general. It seemed like all he knew how to do was as questions.

"She a fun little broad to mess with." Bob smirked. "Being Dallas' kid sister and all."

I grinned to myself, remembering the day we met. I started to fake cry, but it came out more as a laugh. "What's wrong girl?" Bob asked, laughing slightly.

"My brother's being a big poo-poo head." I fake sulked. Bob shook his head, both of us trying not to grin but failing miserably. In seconds with both cracked up, laughing hysterically. After a minute David cleared his throat, shooting us both a glare. Bob and I stopped laughing immediately, and started glaring at each other. "I can't believe I even spoke to you." I sneared.

Bob coughed a few times, probably to surpress his laughter, before he said anything. "I can't believe I even cared enough to ask you what was wrong. Meeting you is my biggest regret." he shot back.

"Ouch." I said sarcastically, putting a hand over my heart and pouting. "That really hurt."

"Oh you know you care what I think about you." Bob smirked, smugly.

I went to saying something then stopped. I looked at him confused for a second, then looked over at the other socs to see Daivd smirking, looking equally as smug. He shot me a sarcastic grin then got up from his spot leaning against the locker, walking closer to me. "What's the matter, Princess? Don't like the truth?"

I ignored David completely and continued looking at Bob. "Where'd ya' hear that?" I questioned.

Bob jerked his thumb towards David, looking bored and unimpressed. "That idiot."

I leaned foward a bit and gave Bob the bitchiest grin I could pull off. "Well, we both know that's a load of bullshit." was all I said before giving Bob the finger and starting to walk off.

As I passed David he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. I looked at him weird and with his other hand he waved a blade. "Not so fast."

Bob looked at David giving him the biggest what-the-fuck face, before throwing his arms in the air and leaning against a locker. I looked up at David and grinned bitterly. "Really? Is this really necessary?" I hissed.

"Completely, Princess." he assured and put the blade to my throat.

Bob when wide eyes and shook his head. "Mm. Bad idea. Draws attention." Bob waved his finger around. "We're in a school. Teachers."

David seemed to get his point and took the knife away. "As it is you're probably not going to get away with this." I pointed out.

Bob gave David a look. I hadn't said it in a threatening way, I was merely stating the obvious. The halls were pretty much empty, as most kids had already went to class(except for Curly, who was just standing there blade out, glaring at everyone. He was basically useless.), but the teachers were still roaming the halls telling kids to hurry up and get to class. It was a miracle that no teachers had walked by yet.

David seemed to come up with a plan, and he pointed the blade at me behind my back, poking my slightly with it. "We're getting away with it, Princess, like it or not. And if any greasers try following us." he looked directly at Curly. "It will be off with your head."

At some point while he was talking he started poking me a bit harder with the blade and I winced slightly. "Yeah, well if you poke me any harder with that blade it will be 'bye-bye lung!'"

"So sorry." he said, quite sarcastically I might add, and pulled the blade back so it was no longer poking me. "Is that better, Princess?"

I rolled my eyes and glared slightly. "Would you stop calling me Princess?" I demanded.

He didn't say anything for a second, and just started draggin me towards the door. I followed without hesitation, because I was pretty sure I would be needing my lung in the future. "I wouldn't say you're in any postition to be telling me what to do."

Bob walked up beside me and glanced at me. He handed me a tissue and simply stated "Your neck is bleeding."

I sighed and took the tissue, wiping the blood on my neck away. I glared at David through the corner of my eye, but I didn't think he noticed. His eyes seemed to be focussed on the front door, and as soon as we got out of the school I saw Randy leaning against the wall beside the door.

"Jesus, David! The hell are you doing?" Randy asked, adressing the knife.

I turned around quickly and swat the knife out of his hand. "Being a drama queen, that's what he's doing! For fuck sakes, could you not?!"

"Well, you know me, I always got to make a dramatic exit." he smirked.

I ignored David and turned to Bob. "Thank you for taking me away from the Sheppard kid! You're my hero!" I said dramatically, with a laugh, then turned to David. "You'd be my hero too, if you didn't put a blade to my throat."

We started walking around aimlessly. There wasn't much to do in Tulsa. The only places to go (the Dingo, the movie house, the arcade, ect.) would be crawling with greasers right now, so we didn't really have much to do. David stopped me and gave me a serious look. "You're trying to stay incognito to the greasers, right? Well you really lack stealth. Do you not realize how close you were to blowing your cover? And you thought throwing a few mean statements at each other would fix that?"

I sighed. He did have a point, and a good one at that. But at the same time. "Do you really think we'll be able to keep this a secret forever? I mean, someone's going to find out eventually." I reasoned with him.

Randy nodded and looked over at David. "She's got a point. It's actually suprising no one has figured it out yet."

Bob shrugged, and grabbed his flask out of his back pocket and took a swig. "I don't care if anyone finds out." Bob said to no one inparticular. I made grabby hands at his flask, and he smirked a bit before handing it to me.

"Good, because someone's gotta find out soon." I mumbled, before taking a swig out of Bob's flask.

"Yeah, when you guys start dating." David joked.

I rolled my eyes. "I was thinking more like when I don't show up with a bunch of cuts and bruises tomorrow." I pointed out, before taking another swig.

Bob chuckled. "She's definetly got a point." He stopped for a second, and turned around to look behind us. When he started up walking again he seemed a bit more tense than before. "Or hey, even more likely, when Dallas notices that you're walking with us."

I stopped dead in my tracks, as did everyones else. "Oh you've got to be shitting me." I muttered and turned around. Sure enough, there was Dallas, leaning up against a tree. I passed Bob's flask back to him him, and out of the corner of my eye I noticed him drink some and he seemed to be a bit less tense. "Hiya, Dallas." I faked a smile.

Dallas just looked up and glared at me, and I knew there was going to be trouble.

A/N: So, for the comment replies.

Ponyboy'sgirlfriend: I tried really hard not to make her over the top, so the fact that you commented on that made me pretty happy. Originally she was as mary sue as possible. She was some badass chick who could fight just as well as her brother, she wasn't afraid of anything, and she was supposed to have the emotional capacity if her brother. So clearly I've changed her quite a bit. Thank you for noticing.

Fluffy T. Banchuck: I know I've already told you this, but it honestly means so much to me that you've seen how shitty my writing use to be, but chose to still give it another chance. I probably will have a few chapters here and there that aren't that good, but I am confident when I say that overall, this will turn out way better than anything else I've written on here.

Lovetoread75: Thank you. Just, overall, thank you. Many people aren't a huge fan of Candie(how I write her or her character in general), so it makes me very happy when people do like her. I originally only created her as an emotional outlet, and so I could put a piece of myself into The Outsiders, but honestly I've become so attached to her as a character- I'm rambling on. Sorry. But the fact that you like how I write her and Dallas means a lot to me. I find I often either nail Dally's character or just fuck up completely. Heads up for next chapter, I write him kind of differently. I'm not really sure how people are going to like it, but I didn't necessarily know how to keep him in character, and it kind of helps with the relationship development between Candie and another character, so.

Thanks for the reviews guys, they're always appreciated. Hope y'all have a good week. Until next time.