This chapter will be primarily based on Ivy's point of view. I just thought that the best way to introduce you to new characters, would be to actually get inside their brain and discover their thoughts. Anyways, I have realized that my last chapter had some spelling errors. Bare with me! I haven't ever been quite good at spelling and grammar, but I will try to do spell-check on a website or something. This chapter will hopefully be long enough for ya guys, I know the last one was kind of short, but enjoy!
Chapter Three-
Ivy's POV- "Hi there...err, what's ya name?", the Boy questioned. With a steady voice, Ivy responded, "Ivy Nelson. But you're the one who walked over to me so, out with your name.". Still smiling, the young man replied, "I'm Sodapop Curtis at your service m'am. I walked over here wondering what a Soc was doing here on Greaser turf.", Soda raised an eyebrow at that, as if the statement was more of a question. Looking down at her outfit, Ivy quickly realized that she did sort of look like a Soc. Long, straight brownish gold hair that reached her hips lay next to her green tee and shorts. She was also wearing a pair of high knee socks, that were green with purple dots. And the fact that she wore no make-up (most greaser girls did), didn't help her chances of convincing this boy she was a Greaser.
"Actually," Ivy argued, "I'm not one of 'em stuck up Socs, more like a Greaser that likes to collect sharp and pointy items.". Sodapop looked confused, "Hmm, would of guessed Soc, but if you say not, your not.", he stared wide-eyed at the blade she kept in her back pocket. Ivy rolled her eyes (but smiled while at it) and took it out, "Here's a better look at it.". Soda chuckled, "You probably should show that one to a friend of mine, Two-Bit. He likes fancy switch's'. You sure you ain't a Soc?". Ivy was about to respond when Synthia showed up.
"Hey Ivy, watcha doin'?", Synthia asked. Ivy just explained that they were talking about switch blades and nonsense stuff like that, and introduced them. Synthia, as hard core as she could be, didn't think of boys fondly. Ivy knew that and wasn't surprised when she stated, "Alright, scram kid. You've had your meet and greet with my friend, but it's time we get goin'.". Putting his hands up, as if in defence, Soda nodded, and started walking away when he quickly turned around and smirked at Ivy. At that moment she knew that she was gonna see this boy a lot more often from then on.
At the hardware store- Ivy's eyes danced up and down the aisles of blades, searching for a perfect one for cutting up fish. It's not like she would ever use it, she hated fish, but if the blade looked tuff, it was a must buy. Synthia left about an hour ago, saying that she got bored of Ivy's endless bickering about why some tool needed to be carved to a sharper point. Ivy didn't mind though, Synthia usually never stayed for long. She was just that person that got bored quickly. Ivy's thoughts stopped for a moment in time when she set her light blue eyes on a perfectly carved, wooden blade. It had a fine point that could cut almost anything, those were just a few details Ivy could tell about a knife in a matter of seconds. Grabbing a hold of the gadget, Ivy flicked out a couple of coins. Two 25's and a penny. Rats. Ivy thought. It took 75 cents to get one. The only way to get it before some other got a hold of it was to steal it.
Quietly slipping the cool blade into her palm, Ivy tried to walk outta there like nothing had happened. Damn't, why couldn't I just bring a leather jacket with me while headin' out of the house. Ivy imagined. Even when doing her best to avoid getting caught by security or a store clerk, a hand stopped her from moving on. Turning the other way around, Ivy quickly discovered a 6 foot 4 man standing behind her. "You gonna pay for that ma'm?" asked the clerk. Ivy looked down, realizing for the first time that the wooden handle was completely noticeable, sticking out of her palm like a sign saying "Fuzz, please come and get me!".
A strong voice spoke up, saving Ivy from the worst,"Yes she did! Just look over at the counter over there, 75 cents. Unless that pile of coins looks like nothin' to ya.". Spinning around, Ivy saw that it was that handsome teen named Sodapop saving her from getting locked up. The clerk started to apologized once he noticed the coin stack over there. Soda and I waved it off, and left the store.
"You know, ya didn't have to save me. I would have been perfectly fine without your help.", Ivy stated. She knew it wasn't true, but that was the only thing she could of saying during there awkward period of silence. "Yeah sure Short Stacks, but you still owe me one for gettin' you out of that rut. I think it's about time you show that blade of 'yers to my friend. I told him about our little meeting and he couldn't get over the fact that you said you got a collection of knives.". Soda stated. Ivy nodded, as if that was a question, and followed Soda to his old, rusty, white, and one story house. How did I get sucked into doing this? She said to herself inside of her head. But there was no turning back now, besides, Ivy was interested in Sodapop. She wanted to see his background and who he hung out with. If he doesn't only have one pal. Ivy giggled on the inside.
Hope this was long enough for you. I decided to wait until the next chapter to explain about Ivy's meeting with the boys. After that, it will go back to Synthia's point of view for some time. Just thought it would be fun to change character views for a bit. There are still some other characters that will be introduced soon, but they will gradually come into the story. Also, sorry if this chapter bored you, but this is just leading up to the climax. It will get better. Leave your reviews please!