Chapter 4
A/N: Sorry I haven't written in a while. I've been terribly sick for TWO days now. Hey! That's A LOT A LOT of barfing, lol. Just kidding. Hope you enjoy!
Shelly's POV
After standing on the sidewalk next to the Dingo for a few moments watching Tim and his gang walk into the Dingo, I was basically terrified. Tim had, before he entered the Dingo, whispered, while smirking " Come find me when your ready," then touching my cheek and laughing with his friends. That was all he said, which pissed me off. Where does he get the right to tell me what to do and when to do it?
" You can do this, you can do this." I said quietly, giving myself a pep talk before walking to the glass door and peering in. It wasn't that different from the Sunset(A/N for all those who want to know, the Sunset is a soc hangout, basically the same as the Dingo, it just has icky soc's in it) and that was weird. It had the same red vinyl booths, black and white tiled floors, bright red bar, and random neon lights.
" You gonna just stand there or you gonna go in?" A male voice asked, causing me to jump with surprise and quickly turn around, resulting in me hitting the mystery man's chest.
" Lil' handsy there, huh?" The boy asked staring down at me with cold blue eyes, his white, blonde hair blowing in the slight wind. He smirked as I looked up at him with fear-filled eyes.
" Aww, don't worry darlin'. You can hang wit me tonight." He said before slipping his arm around my waist and practically dragging me into the Dingo. When the glass door opened, I was hit with a blast of extremely, loud, Elvis music. The people on the dance floor were dancing wildly to Jailhouse rock.
" You wanna dance?" The boy asked, letting his eyes rake over my body and licking his lips.
" You know, I really don't dig this song. Maybe later." I said, slipping from his grasp only to be pulled back.
" Where ya goin sweetheart?" He asked, " I was gonna buy you a drank." He was now leading me to the bar in the back. I noticed Tim sitting in a back booth, watching us with amusement in his cold eyes.
" You know what, I just saw who I was commin here to meet. I'll see you later." I said finally ripping myself from his arms.
" Fucking bitch." I heard him yell after me. I marched up to Tim's table, putting my hands on my hips.
" Why didn't you say something?" I angrily yelled " That hood was getting to fucking comfortable." Which only made him and his table of gonnies laugh.
" Oh, that was really fucking funny." I said angrily. " Tim you thought me getting harassed by one of those hoods was funny?" I asked before turning my back to them and heading to the neon pink exit sign.
" Hold up." Tim ordered in a chilling voice that caused not only me, but the people around us to stop what they were doing and star. " I suggest you come back here n' sit down." He said loudly before walking over to me and whispering, " Or you aint getting it back." He said, stressing 'it', before sitting down, leaving me to follow in his wake. After reaching the booth, I found six pairs of eyes staring right back at me.
" Booths full." I stated, " You want me t sit on the floor?" I asked in an angry voice.
" Naw. I was thinking somewhere else." Tim said while patting his leg. Finally giving up and realizing it was no use to mouth off to him, I went and sat on his lap.
" See. It wasn't that hard now was it? We're startin to get to know each other!" He said with a big fake smile plastered across his handsom face.
" Ya know, when you smile like that you look like a total freak!" I said, duplicating his phony smile. His friends laughed.
" Got a snapper, huh Tim?" One of his friends said, taking a drink of his coke.
" You know I like a challenge." Tim smirked, patting my upper leg, " she's fixin to turn my hair gray early." A challenge? Why would he put me through this hell, just to get a challenge.
" If this is all just a challenge why don't you just let me go on my date?" I asked crossing my arms and turning around to face him.
" She got a boy?" One of his friends asked. " You sure know how to pick 'um." They all laughed at this.
" Well boys, let me introduce you to the queen of soc's herself, Shelly Dawson. You see I ruined her date with super soc Ryan Walls." Tim concluded.
" Well I had no idea we was seein royalty today! I woulda worn somethin nicer." Some boy from the table said, getting up and mock bowing. I could feel the anger rising in me, I was about to blow. This had never happened before everyone was making fun of me, just because I was a soc. I can't believe they were making fun of me because what I wore or what kinda car I drove or how much money I had.
Then how come you make fun of them? A little voice in my head asked. It was all too overwhelming. I was just now realizing that making fun of greasers was wrong, everyone was starting at me and calling me queen. I just cracked. I jumped up out of Tim's lap, tears running down my face. Everyone had stopped.
" You did it! You showed me, ok? Are you happy now? Just leave me alone!" I screamed, before running from the Dingo, tears clouding my vision.
Tim's POV
Shelly ran from the Dingo. Fast. Watching her retreating back, I felt a little guilty. I had wanted her to realize but not humiliate her. Everyone had burst out laughing, most mocking her, even Two-Bit pretending to run from the Dingo. I felt a surge of anger flash threw me suddenly. Why? Don't ask me. I pushed Two-Bit away from the door and slammed him against the nearest wall.
" What the hell Tim?" Two-Bit asked drunkenly. Darry Curtis began to rise from his booth.
" Sit the fuck down Curtis. This aint got jack shit to do wit you." I shouted. I pulled Two-bit outside and punched him. I continued to punch him until he was down.
" Don't fuck with her." I said dangerously quiet and began walking toward my car. Everyone had begun murmering.
" Tim!" I heard someone yelling my name, but I didn't turn around. A hand grabbed my upper arm. I argrily turned around, to see my younger sister standing in front of me.
" what the fuck do you want Angela?" I asked about to get into the car before she slammed the door.
" Don't you think you've done enough?" She ask. I was stunned, truly stunned. My younger sister, Angela Shepard, had just showed she cared about someone, other than herself.
" I didn't mean for it to go this far." I said slowly bowing my head a bit
" Why don't I go talk to her? I damn near sure that if she ever saw you again, she'd knock your lights out." She said cracking a smile. I ran this through my head before handing over the keys and slowly making my way toward the park.
Soda POV
" Here, take my arm." I extended my arm to a badly beaten Two- Bit to help him up.
" What the fuck did I even do?" He asked me angrily, nursing his nose, which looked to be broken.
" You know Tim, he'll take any reason to use someone as a punching bad. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time." I said trying to haul him back to the Dingo for some ice.
" Curtis." I heard someone distantly call me name. Two- Bit slowly turned his head.
" Guess he gotta practice his swing again." Two- Bit said making me turn to see who called my name. Tim was standing about 10 feet away, hands in his jacket pockets. He motioned for me to walk over.
" Wait here." I said, leaning Two- Bit against a car
" Aint like I'm goin anywhere. I gotta see this." He said as he opened a beer from his pocket and began to chug it. I cautiously walk to Tim.
" Was wondering if Curly could crash at your place tonight. Both my parents are gonna be home and it's gonna be World War 3." He casually pulled out a cigarette. " Don't want him around."
" Sure Tim." I said, before he looked over at Two- Bit
" Tell him I said sorry. Today aint a good day, you know what I mean." He said before turning, not even waiting for an answer.
" I know exactly what you mean." I said, a little above a whisper, before I made my way back to Two- Bit.
Sorry it took me so damn long to update, I've just been really busy. Have a crappy day
