Chapter Ten:

"I can't believe Darry let us go," I giggled, holding onto Soda's hand as he walked me into Buck's house.

The music was loud and there were drunken people stumbling around everywhere. Soda and I didn't want to touch a drop of it, though. I, personally, never drank, and Soda could get drunk just off of life. I could picture myself getting drunk off his happiness. He took me into the middle of the living room and twirled me around like a ballerina. The skirt I had put on puffed out around me. I laughed when I finished one circle, and he pulled me in close for a kiss.

"Which was to the bedroom?" I giggled.

"This way," Soda grinned and led me to the back of the room and up the stairs.

He closed the door behind us and started kissing me. He slowly inched us backwards until we fell onto the bed. We scooted up to the headboard and I straddle Soda and looked him in the eyes.

"I love you," I smiled.

"I love you too, Scarlett," He smiled back at me.

"You can call me Scar again. It doesn't hurt anymore," I told him, kissing his nose.

"Then I love you too, Scar."

The way he said my name, Scar, it made me think of before, when I was just a regular Scar, not a scarfaced Scar. I smile and started kissing him again. He shifted and suddenly flipped me over so he was the one straddling me. His kisses were slow, but I could sense he was holding back. I bit his lip, playfully, and he laughed before kissing me fast and hard.

Before I knew it, my shirt was off. My hands were creeping up his chest next. His shirt soon joined mine on the ground. He was working on my skirt while I worked on his belt. He just barely slipped my skirt off when I managed to unbuckle his belt. I took those off too. He leaned up and reached into the drawer, looking for something.

"There's a condom in my bra," I laughed, kissing his ear.

"What -?"

"Steve," I laughed.

"Figures. You gonna get it for me?" Soda laughed.

"You can get it, can't you?" I challenged, cocking an eyebrow.

He laughed and his fingers traced their way around my shoulders before unclasping my bra. He grabbed the condom before throwing my bra on the floor with the rest of the clothes. He massaged one of my breasts with his hand while he kissed me. I moaned and he snickered.

"You're horrible," I tease, kissing up the side of his face.

"Yeah, I know," He laughed.

He kissed down my chest and finally removed the rest of our clothing.

"It'll hurt at first," He warned me.

"I don't care," I said.

He put the protection on, and parted my legs. I was a little nervous, but I couldn't think of a better person to have my first with. I moaned and then groaned when he entered me. God, it hurt. I tried to focus on Soda and his kisses, and thankfully the pain went away. I smiled, and he took it as a good sign.

It was incredible to me how something that could hurt so much turn to something that felt so good. He started moving his hips and thrusting inside me, and it was the best thing ever. For once I wasn't fighting with myself over the past, but thinking about my amazing future. I hoped it would be with Soda, I prayed that it would be. No matter what, I hoped that it would look up. It all seemed perfect from my position, beneath Soda, feeling one with him.

I squirmed under him, my hips trying to move with his. He moved his mouth from mine and started kissing my neck. My soft moans were drowned out by his louder ones, which turned me on even more. This euphoric-ness I was feeling was the best thing in the world. I felt like there was a fire building up inside me, and then Soda pushed deeper.

"Soda! Yes!" I muttered. He laughed a little, and then caught a hold of my mouth.

His hands reached down to my ass and he squeezed it, hard, and I felt a slow fire growing inside me. He kissed me again, and I went into spasms. He did the same thing, saying my name again and again in my ear. I said his name too, but a little louder. I wasn't embarrassed, though. It was just perfect.

I kissed him one last time; exhausted from our activity, but it was a good kind of tired. With were both breathing heavy when Soda dragged himself off me. He pulled me close, and I scooted over towards him. I curled up against his side and he wrapped his arms around me.

"That I amazing," I told him, kissing his cheek.

"Yeah, it was," Soda agreed, kissing my lips.

We rested there for a while, just enjoying each other's warmth.

"I love you," Soda said, massaging my arm.

"I love you, too," I whispered. I was so glad he felt the same way I did.

I could have fallen asleep there, if Buck hadn't burst it with one of his wide variety of redheads hanging off his arm.

"Opps!" The redhead squealed before falling out, taking Buck with her.

I blushed, thankful that we had pulled the sheet around us. Soda sat up and I sat up with him, pulling the sheet around my chest.

"I hope he was drunk enough not to recognize us. That would take some explaining," Soda laughed.

I groaned and fell back on the pillow. Soda fell back with me and put his hand under my chin. He turned my face to face him and he kissed me. I pulled him on top of me again and we started kissing.

"I love you, but we better get up and get dressed again before Steve wonders where we went," Soda said, leaning up on his shoulder to looked at me.

"Hmmkay," I said.

We both got up and he tossed me my panties and my bra. I tossed him his boxers. I put on my panties, but laughed when he offered to clasp my bra. He clasped it and started kissing my neck.

"As much as I love this, I thought we were getting dressed," I squeezed his knee.

He giggled and jumped. I put on my skirt and helped him buckle his belt. I kiss him again. I grabbed my shirt and he grabbed his. We put them on, and I straightened his dark gold hair. He ran his hands through my hair to straighten out the mess it had become.

"How are you feeling?" He asked me, putting his hands on my shoulders. I shivered a little and he moved them down to my waist and blushed.

"I feel on top of the world," I told him, grinning.

"I'm right there with you," He said, hugging me. I hugged him back, and he led me out of the bedroom.

We went back onto the dance floor and we danced some more.

"Where'd you two disappear to?" Steve asked, walking over to us.

"No place," I pirouetted, smiling.

"I bet," He winked at me and I stuck my tongue out at him.

Soda spun me around again and sent me into a dip. I giggled.

"You two are gonna make me sick," Steve complained.

"Then go away," I teased.

"You two crazy kids behave yourselves, you hear?" Steve pointed at us, then turned around and stumbled off.

"He's drunk," I said.

"Yeah. Looks like everyone around here is getting there. Why don't we go home before anything happens?" Soda asked, bowing down and holding his hand out.

"Sounds like a plan," I smiled and took his hand. We walked out of Buck's house together and walked back to the Curtis' house.

Unfortunately, Soda and I didn't share a bed anymore. Or a room. Darry had fixed up his old room, which he had abandoned for his parents' room, and I was staying there now. It was nice, but I missed Soda breathing next to me. I had only slept in there twice, the two nights since I was moved there, and I was terrified that I would have another nightmare.

Soda had told me what happened after that big nightmare I'd had. I hadn't recognized any of them, I was just screaming and crying. I had been trying to run away from my dad, Soda told me. I vaguely remembered the dream, I had slept off the effects and memory of it, but that didn't mean that I didn't fear going back there again.

I prayed that tonight wouldn't be the night that I would break again. I changed into my pajamas after taking a shower and I crawled into the bed. I snuggled into the covers and blankets and I felt myself warming up. I had pulled back my wet hair out of my face by braiding it. When I woke up in the morning my hair would be kind of curly. I remembered liking that way when I was little. Happy memories like that didn't hurt as much when I remembered them now. And it was because of Soda.