Disclaimers -I do not own any characters S.E Hinton owns the outsiders.

Authors note - Please read and review. The italics are her thoughts.

Chapter 2

"My life style ain't kid friendly," my father said, looking at me and leaning against a wall with his arms crossed over his chest. I had just told him everything that had happened and what had brought me here.

"That's okay, I'm not a kid. I can take care of myself, all I need is a room." I was trying to per sway him into letting me stay with him.

"I don't have much rooms available," he informed me. Some invite.

"Please, I can't go back there," I begged, sounding pathetic and desperate.

"I guess you can room with me …" he drifted.

"Gee ain't that kind of you," I said sarcastically and rolled my eyes.

"Don't get mouthy kid," he ordered.

"Sorry " I muttered. I might not have known him very well, but he was already doing a pretty good job of scaring me.

"This ain't gonna be some free vacation though," he told me. "You have to work for your room and board."

Jerk off, I thought to myself.

"Sure," I said aloud, "but I ain't being no bar slut."

"That's not what I had in mind." A sly grin spread across his ugly face. "You like horses kid."

He calls me kid one more time and I'll hurt him.

"Yeah sure," I answered.

"I store horses for my jockeys to ride and you can clean stables and take care of the horses."

Oh joy cleaning horse shit. That would be fun.

"Deal." I answered.

Finally getting a good look at him I decided that I was glad I got the looks from my mom. This guy was out of it. He didn't seem like the smiling type which was a good thing because his two front teeth were and it was kind of creepy when did smile. My own looks aren't so bad I guess, with my blonde hair and brown eyes. I see flaws in myself but what teenage girl doesn't?

"So kid how old are you?" he asked taking, a swig of his beer.

Well Mom was right about the alcoholic part.

"Thirteen. You keep calling me kid. Do you even know my real name?" It gets irritating being called a kid when you've been pretty much raising yourself.

"Yeah of course I know my own kids name. Its Jenny." He answered with a familiar confidence. There was that grin again.

Nice try asshole.

"Its Darcy," I told him.

There was an awkward silence for a while, before I decided to bring up the one question I had been dieing to ask since I got there.

"How did you and my mom meet?" I asked him.

"At a bar," he answered.

"How romantic," I said, letting out a fake sigh. "Weren't you a little young to be in bars then?"

"Aren't you a little young to be in one now?"

I just shrugged.

"I didn't ask to be a father," he said bluntly.

"Then you won't mind if I call you Buck, will you?"

"Call me what you want, but remember that I really wasn't planning on having you."

"Well you should've thought of that before you got handsy with my mother," I remarked coldly.

"Listen girlie you better learn how to keep your sarcastic comments to yourself," he told me. I just rolled my eyes at him as he went on about not going downstairs. I guess he figured that I wasn't interested in going down there anyway, because he soon left me, slamming the door behind him as he left.

The only thing I could say about his place was that it was small. There was small living room, a small kitchen, one bedroom and a bathroom. Both were small. It was dingy and ugly. I couldn't complain though. I wasn't excepting it to be a palace and it was better then being at my mothers and her boyfriend's place.

But one bedroom; gee this was going to be fun!