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Chapter 4: Busted

Kiki's Perspective

Dammit, this wasn't fair. I didn't want to go to the party and Echo wasn't being a real good friend by making me go. I shivered as another cool blast of wind gusted against us as we walked down the sidewalk to Buck's place.

We had just finished dropping Echo's things off my place- unbeknownst to Darry, my ma just left for her second job so she wasn't there to supervise us. Darry had dropped us off and we changed there before leaving to go to the party.

"C'mon, Kiki," Echo bombarded me out of my thoughts, "it'll be fun."

I just kept my scowl safely in place and ignored her. I was going to the damn party, I didn't have to like it.

My dress was too short and Echo decided it looked better without the jacket and the dress was sleeveless, so I was freezing. I was wobbling, rather unbalanced, because I was wearing a pair of Echo's (Angel's old ones) boots with three inch heels. I was already around five-foot-five, and this just made me feel extra tall. Echo refused to let me wear my usual braid, so my rust-colored waves of hair were down and loose. She even put makeup on me, too much for my liking.

I heard the party before I even saw Buck's house. The music was blaring, and the whoops and shouts echoed down the street. "I don't know about this," I said fearfully, wrapping my arms around myself in a futile attempt to keep warm.

"Live a little, Kiki!" Echo looked real pretty tonight. She was wearing a pair of Angel's old high heels, and a rather short dark blue dress. Her long red hair was up in a bun with hair carefully framing her attractive face. Her eyes were prettied up with loads of mascara and eyeliner and her lips were a vibrant red. If Darry saw her he'd have a heart attack then come back from the dead to strangle her.

Far too soon, we were standing at the door. My breathing was rapid and uneven and my heart beat about a mile a minute. Even Echo looked a little nervous, but she still kicked open the door and walked in, grabbing my wrist to yank me after her.

Wow. Just . . . wow. People were dancing (not very modestly, I might add), playing pool, poker, drinking, smoking. . . . This was Two-Bit's paradise.

Ah, Two-Bit. On the surface, he was a fairly laid-back, carefree person and brother but he was more protective of me than people gave him credit for. Overprotective, even. And he told me that he better not ever see me here, or he'd give me hell.

"Hey, y'all!" I snapped my head around to see Angel Shepard waving us over excitedly. I picked my way through the grinding bodies over to her. "You came!"

"Against my free will," I grumped.

"Oh, please, you agreed, didn't ya?" Echo pointed out. I glowered at her.

"Well I'm glad you came. Does Darry know you're here?" she asked slurring many of her words. I noticed she had a beer in one hand and was wearing even less clothing than Echo.

"Hell no, he'd probably marry Elvis before he be lettin' me come to a party like this. By the way, is Dally or Two-Bit around? The last thing I need is 'em seein' me and blabbing to Darry about it," Echo replied, grinning away. I noticed her speech became less formal when around Angela and people alike. She was really a smart girl but she tended to dumb it down around most greasers.

"Mathews is here, but he's drunk-dancing with some blonde bimbo. Dally ain't here, but he usually comes in later 'cause that's the way he rolls. Speaking of wasted, let's get you little ladies somethin' to drink," Angela announced, grabbing Echo's wrist, knowing I would follow.

"You better be talking about a soda, Angela, because you know I don't drink. That stuff is nasty, I have seen what it does to Two-Bit and I don't want any business with it." Two Bit was always incapacitated in one way or another and I was watching his life get destroyed because of it. My mama expected me to go to college and be the first person to do something in their lives in our family and I wasn't about to let Echo and her rebellious streak to ruin it.

"It'll loosen ya up a little!" she coaxed, disappearing for a moment then reappearing with two beer cups in her hand. "C'mon, Kiki, lighten up."

I didn't want to, I really didn't, but I snatched the cup from her hand and downed it in three gulps. It nearly came up again; that stuff was rancid, but part of me wanted to prove that I was just as tough as any regular greaser. "I'll have another."

Echo's Perspective

The party was fun. After I loosened up with the help of a couple shots from Angela and some other drinks that I didn't know the name of, we got to dancin' and currently some cute teenage guys were hitting on Kiki and I. Angela had left us a little while ago to go do her thing in a back room with some random boy, but we didn't mind, we knew what she was doing

Kiki was hilarious, after she finished her beer and then one or two after, the alcohol hit her hard. She was dancing like a madwoman and had no care for anyone or anything in the room. She ended up knocking over a lamp and a few bottles resting on low tables. When she asked for more beer, we gave her water but she was too far gone to notice. She was the biggest lightweight I had ever seen.

To be honest, I felt great myself; I didn't have to think about anything but what was happening right now and it was tuff. I would have one hell of a hangover tomorrow, but fuck it.

"I haven't seen you little ladies around here before," the boy with the slick black hair said.

"Well, we were walking by and this place seem like a good time. . . . So, here we are." My words were slurred and I could barely stand up straight in these heels, but I kept upright.

"How about you two cuties?" Kiki grinned without an ounce of shyness and I let out a low whistle; alcohol really could be liquid confidence for some.

The other boy, the one with shaggy, tuff blond hair stuck out his hand and rested the palm of it against Kiki's cheek. "Well, we were here to party, but now I got other ideas."

The black-haired boy wrapped his arm around my waist and I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable at our closeness but I kept my mouth shut; I didn't want to look like an idiot or anything.

The blond boy drew in closer and closer to Kiki and even she was looking a little awkward. "Um, maybe we shouldn't." She attempted to gently push him away as to not hurt his feelings but he only grabbed her tightly by the upper arms. "Get off me!"

The brunette crooned in my ear, "Come on, baby, you know what those clothes are tellin' me?" He pulled me against him, separating all space between us, and gave me a rough kiss on the neck just as the blond was pulling Kiki in . . .

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY SISTER!" an all too familiar voice yelled. I was terrified and grateful at the same time for him discovering us.

Two-Bit Mathews came charging like an angry bull seeing red and, though clearly drunk, pushed the guys away from both of us. He threw a sloppy yet unexpectedly accurate punch right into the blond boy's nose. It drew a waterfall of blood.

The blonde "bimbo" I had seen dancing crazily with Two-Bit earlier came rushing over, her bright green eyes swirling with alcohol. "What the hell's going on?!"

While Two-Bit was certainly courageous for standing up for us, he was still absolutely hammered and was easily punched in the gut by the black-haired boy then pushed to the ground. "Two-Bit!" Kiki cried, tears streaming down her face.

"Hey, that's my fucking friend!" the blonde said angrily, and she, much to my shock, punched the black-haired boy twice in the eye, sending him stumbling backwards. He slapped her brutally across the face, whipping her head back, but she remained undaunted and jumped in to attack him once more, stomping him in the foot then kicking him sharply in the shin with the thin high heel of her shoe. He yelped in pain.

People moved away and were watching the fight go down, cheering. Soon, two other guys joined to fight against us and it went downhill from there. I was holding back Kiki, both of us in a rather panicked state as we watched the group duke it out.

One of the guys was repeatedly kicking Two-bit in the ribs so he couldn't get up and recover, so in a bout of bravery or more likely, alcohol, I ran at him and ended up causing him to trip but me to go flying into a wall. I slammed my head hard into the plaster and everything around me began to spin.

In my daze I heard another familiar voice through the cheers, and lucky me, my brother Sodapop decided to join in the fun. Apparently he and his asshole friend, Steve, decided to choose that moment to enter the party. "Get away from my baby sister, you son of a bitch!"

Baby sister? I thought, peeved. Greeeeaaat. That just ruined my rep. I felt someone come to my side and sure enough it was my forever loyal friend Kiki. A wave of guilt washed over me. If I hadn't made her come we wouldn't be in this mess.

"Echo? Echo, are you okay?" She was snapping her fingers in my face and holding me up.

"I'm fine." I really wasn't fine.

"You're bleeding." Her voice was full of worry. Over her shoulder, I could see the fight continuing to get out of hand, when yet another person I knew oh so well, decided the fight looked like a right fun time.

"I'm comin' in!" came the furious shout from the infamous Dallas Winston. He had been upstairs doing God knows what with his on-and-off girlfriend, Sylvia, and presumably heard the commotion. Dally couldn't stay away from a fight to save his damn life.

So, now, Dally, the blonde girl, Two-Bit, Sodapop, and even Steve were all in the thick of the brawl. Darry is so gonna kill me.

After a few more minutes of the nonstop violence a loud gunshot rang throughout the house and everyone stopped dead. Buck Merril, in all his drunken glory, stood on the bar counter with a revolver in one hand, a beer in the other, and roared, "Take the fucking fight outside!"

By then, the addition of Dally had scared off the handsy greaser boys but we all paraded outside anyhow, Kiki propping me up as my head pounded and the ground shifted beneath me.

After less than a second of walking, my feet gave out and I fell to the dirty concrete. Soda leaped to my side, cradling my torso against his chest. I could almost feel the anger radiating off him but he was too focused on my well-being to let me have it. That was where he differed from Darry; Darry would have been stuck between asking whether I was okay and shouting at me for being an idiot.

"Greaser girl down, greaser girl down," Two-Bit called, his eyelid rapidly reddening and darkening. Blood dripped from his nostrils and he rubbed at his well-abused side. I felt so horribly guilty. This was because of me!

"Aw, shut up, Two-Shit!" the blond growled playfully over to him. She looked just about as drunk as Two-Bit, and made her way over to me, looking me straight in the eye. "You might have a concussion. I can't really tell, though." She was slurring more than I was! "You're just shit outta luck."

The blonde had a bruise forming on her cheekbone and a busted, cut lip, but she didn't even seem to notice. I also noticed how young she really was: twelve, maybe thirteen.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Dally asked in his deep, rough voice. He wasn't horribly bad off compared to the others. Judging from what I saw in the fight, he would likely have a nice bruise on his ribs but nothing more than that. This fight must have felt so amateur for him.

Two-Bit spoke up again, nursing his bloody knuckles, "Shut it, Dal, she's just a kid."

"Fuck off, Mathews."

The blonde girl spun around to glare at Dally, but her expression shifted in a split second. She looked like she had just seen a ghost. Her lower jaw was to the ground and she stared at Dally like she knew him from somewhere, knew him real well.

"What the fuck are you staring at?" he asked, giving her his classic angry scowl. His eyes then narrowed to slits as he really got a good look at her, his mouth dropped open and he just stared, absolutely dumbfounded.

Her moment of shock melted away and a profound smirk played at her lips. She walked toward him lithely, like a wildcat stalking her prey. "Well, hey there, Dally," she taunted, thoroughly enjoying this. "You didn't forget me, did ya? Don't tell me you forgot your kid sister."