Dosclaimer-I do not own the outsiders.

A/N-Thank you for the wonderful updates and I will admit I forgot about Mickey. I actually based Mickey on my cat Mickey. Everthing he does in this story he actually does. He isn't very nice, let's just put it that way.

I sat on the couch; Mickey sleeping on my chest purring as I scratched her ears. Eveyone was gone and I was enjoying the day off. Then the front door slammed shut and I groaned.

"Nikki," someone said.

"Go away," I whinned. Mickey lifted her head up and hissed before jumping off me and out of the open window.

"Come on," Pony said coming into the living room.

"It's time to play football," he said.

"Pony that isn't until 7," I said. He rolled his eyes.

"No, it starts at 5 and we have to be there early," he explained. I turned my back to him.

"I don't wanna go," I grumbled.

"Steve will be there," he said sweetly. I jumped up.

"What are we waiting for," I yelled pulling his arm. We got to the lot and my eyes widened at the huge group of boys. Tim Sheppard being one of them! "What is he doing here," I hissed.

"He comes and plays with us every once in a while," he shrugged. Tim looked at me and smiled broadly.

"Told ya boys she was a looker," he smirked. Steve growled and wrapped his arm around my waist.

"You gettin' a go at her Randle, I must say you won't be disappointed," he said.

'"Shut up or leave Tim," Dally said. I shot him a smiled and he nodded back.

"Let's get this show on the road," Two-Bit hooted.

"Me and Tim are captains," Darry said, "My gang versus his." Tim smirked and kissed the air in my direction.

"That's fine with me," he said. I rolled my eyes as me and Steve made our way over to Darry, his arm still around me waist.

"Okay are you guys ready," Darry asked, we all nodded.

"Hey Darry," Tim shouted, "I think your team should be skins." I felt Steve tense up and I reached up and kissed his cheek.

"Aww, but I rather see you without a shirt," Crystal called back sacastically. I smiled.

"You learn well young one," I told her. She posed and started giggling.

"Okay Crystal, Nikki, try to be careful," Soda said concearnly.

"I'll protect you," Steve whispered to me as I stared at Tim's team.

"Are they...aggresive?" IU asked.

"Um, they can be," Dally said.

"Great," I muttered. We all got into our defensive line and I was scared stiff. Well, I bet you would too if ten boys were getting ready to charge at you. I took a deep breathe and watched the boy I was suppost to block, and he looked a awful lot like Tim.

"So you're the broad that Tim banged the other night," he said. I glared at him.

"So you're the one my mom gave a-" I didn't get to finish, the ball went flying through the air and I flung myself at the little asshole in front of me. "Next time know who you're dealing with dick," I growled into his ear. Then I took off down the field. Soda had the ball, but a boy was right on his tail. I hooted at Two-Bit took him down. Then a pair off arms wrapped around me and tackled me to the ground.

"Get the fuck off me Tim!" I yelled.

"What's wrong baby, didn't seem to have a problem with it last time ya little slut," He said. Then Dally came over and pulled him off me.

"That's it this game is over!" he said in a low voice. I stood behind Dally, shacking and holding back tears.

"Nikki, it's okay," Steve said reaching for me. I pulled away.

"No, he's right. I am a slut. A dirty slut," I shricked.

"No you're not damn it," he yelled back.

"Steve, just, don't," I said backing up. Then I turned around and ran as fast as I could back to the Curtis'. I scooped up Mickey, who was laying on the porch, and locked myself into the bathroom. I sat in the bath tub petting Mickey, tears running down my face.

"You don't think I'm a slut do ya?" I asked. She looked at me in responce. Then I closed my eyes and went to bed.