I'm so sorry for not being on, I had so much studying it was UNREAL! Enjoy, you guys! Trust me, there's going to be much more to make up.
Darry honked the horn of the pickup truck as I rushed out of St. Mary's on the sunny Wednesday afternoon. The sun warmed my honey colored hair as I squinted to see my brothers through the bright light.
I squeezed through a pack of shiny hair and expensive bags until I heard a deep male voice from behind me exclaim, "Hey, Nicole!"
I whipped my head around, and some girls stopped in their paths to see the unknown voice calling the loser's name. And, to my surprise, it was Bradley Spencer, and his little posse too. "Bradley Spencer?" I said a little too hopefully, but then focused on a tree behind his back to get composure. I pulled a piece of hair behind my ear. "How lovely to see you."
"You too," He smirked that smirk I adored. He turned back to his guys, "I'll meet you guys at the Mustang. Deal?" They nodded obediently like little dogs and walked off. Two-Bit's joke about their pants came up, and I stifled a giggle.
I flipped my hair, "What're you here for?" I raised an eyebrow like a seasoned sophisticate, like the mystery girls on TV.
"You want to come for a drink sometime?" Bradley asked, stuffing his hands in his khaki pockets. "You're pretty tough, especially after what you did to that little bitch April."
"Oh, so she's a bitch now," I speculated. "And you're saying this now…why?" I knew fully well why. I just wanted to enjoy this moment I planned out perfectly in my dreams.
He smirked and shrugged, "You heard."
"No I didn't."
"Oh?" Bradley cocked an eyebrow confidently, "How about we get to know about that when you come for a cocktail?"
I nodded, trying to hide my squeal, "I'd love that. Your house?"
"I'll pick you up."
"Thanks," I smiled. He kissed my cheek and walked off, winking behind his shoulder as he strutted to his Mustang.
I practically flew into Darry's pickup truck and shut the door. "I'm going on a date! My first!"
He grunted darkly, "I saw."
The car was silent. Soda leaned his head on the car window, looking out of it as if he was avoiding even looking at me. Steve stared ahead with those angry furrowed eyebrows.
"You guys are such idiots," I muttered under my breath, "Can I live?"
"Live?" Steve snapped.
"If only you were ever jumped by guys like Bradley Spencer, Nicole," Soda told me gently, his green eyes filled with woe.
Darry sighed heavily as he turned the corner, "Let her go."
"WHAT?" Steve and Soda exclaimed in unison.
Darry thundered, "Just shut up, all of you. Soda, we'll talk at dinner about this. Nicole, you could go."
I exclaimed, "Thank god one of you has some sense!"
