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"Ouch! Quit pulling my hair!" I whined, as Sylvia brushed out my long hair.

"You need your hair cut," she snapped.

"Well sorry my hair is too long."

I saw her look me in the mirror before she rolled her eyes.

"I'll cut it for you."

"Oh, I don't think so," I began to protest, but she held her manicured hand up.

"Don't worry. I went to beauty school for a year and a half."

I sank back in the chair and watched her pick up a big pair of hair-cutting scissors. I gulped and she shook her head a little.

"How 'bout to here?" she asked, pointing to a little bit below my shoulders.

"A-Alright. Please don't screw this up, Sylvia."

"Relax, I won't."

"Alright, I'm all done," Sylvia announced.

I forced myself to look in the mirror and grinned at what I saw. My hair was still curly, but it only went down to around my shoulders. At first, I had been really cautious about letting Sylvia cut my hair, but she did a great job.

"Wow," I commented.

"You like it?"

"I love it!"

"So, wait, why exactly am I doing this for you? You tryin' to get a boy or something?" she asked.

"Not exactly. My boyfriend isn't a virgin...and I'm afraid he's gonna see me as some immature child."

"Boyfriend? Well, who is this boyfriend?"

I could tell she was actually interested in knowing because she had set down the make-up she previously had picked up. She now had her arms crossed over her chest with some sort of knowing smirk. She looked interested, or maybe she was just a good actress.

"Soda...Curtis. Dally hangs around him sometimes," I answered.

"That doll is your boyfriend?"

I resisted the urge to glare at her when I remembered she was at least nineteen. There was no way Soda would go out with her anyways, right?

"Yeah. We've been good friends for a long time, but we've only been together for about a month and a half."

"And you want him to think your sexy, right?"

"Yes! Exactly, I want him to know that I'm not some little girl."

"Hmm...well Buck says he's havin' a big party tonight, as usual. So maybe you should get Soda to go. And when he sees the new you, he'll go nuts."

"You think?" I sounded like such a child, getting excited over possibly driving Soda crazy.

"Oh, yeah," she grinned.

She began to teach me how to apply just the right amount of eye liner, mascara, and blush. I had never been one for make-up, or a lot of it anyways. But I knew Sylvia wore a lot of make-up all the time. She pulled out the red lipstick and began putting it on me. Once she was done with the make-up, she told me to look in the mirror.

"Jesus, Sylvia..." I muttered, barely recognizing myself.

"You look like a real woman now," she laughed.

"Maybe I should call Soda and tell him about the party," I suggested, slightly to myself.

"Go ahead, hun. Phone's in the kitchen."

I nodded and walked out of Sylvia's surprisingly plain room and down to her kitchen. I picked up the phone and dialed the Curtis'. Soda answered and when he heard my voice he began asking me a bunch of questions about where I was and if I was okay. I had decided not to stop by just in case things were still sort of awkward. After I got him to calm down, I told him that I was with a friend of mine. I didn't want to tell him that I was with Sylvia because he'd probably think something was up. Then I told him to convince Darry to let him go to Buck's. When he said he would, I grinned to myself and told him I'd see him at the party. He seemed fine with this and I hung up.

I walked back upstairs and pushed open Sylvia's door. I groaned inwardly when I saw her standing there with a black mini-skirt and a strapless, red top.

"Sylvia, this outfit is so uncomfortable," I complained.

"Oh shut up. Look at yourself in the mirror and tell me you don't think you look good," she snapped.

I listened to her and looked in the full length mirror. The black mini-skirt turned out to be skin tight on me and barely passed my butt, and the shirt was struggling to hold in my boobs. Along with the outfit, I had on a pair of three and a half inch red heels. Sylvia had been nice enough to lend me this outfit, but I just didn't feel like me, especially with my hair and make-up. My hair was still curly, but the curls were bigger now and my light brown hair didn't look like it used to. Neither did the rest of me, though.

"I look so different," I told her, still looking at myself.

"Yeah, you actually look good."

I rolled my eyes and looked at Sylvia. She looked even sluttier than I did. With her four inch heels and short black, strapless dress, she was definitely slutty as could be. But I really didn't have any room to speak. I was almost as slutty as she was.

"So are we ready to go?" I asked.

"I guess so. Let's head out to get our men," she smiled.

I followed her down the stairs and out to her car. It was a pink Volkswagen Beetle, and I absolutely loved it. It was cute and it seemed to suit Sylvia very well. As I climbed into the passenger seat, I couldn't help but notice that my skirt rose even higher when I sat down.

"Are you sure Soda's gonna like this?" I asked as she drove.

"If he doesn't, he's definitely queer," she answered.

I suppressed a laugh, but just as quickly as I did that, we stopped on the side of the road in front of Buck's. It was seven thirty and the place were already busy. Cars lined the street, with a few parked around the back and I easily spotted Steve and Two-Bit's cars. I figured if Steve was there then Soda would be there too.

"Come on!" Sylvia snapped. I guess I hadn't gotten up to the door fast enough.

I scampered up to the door and Sylvia pushed it open. She always went there, I knew she did. But I soon lost her in the crowd of people. I suddenly got a bit frightened. I had only been to Buck's one time and all it was was a bunch of whores and heavy drinkers. Now I was part of the whore population. At least I didn't actually do the things those girls did.

"Hey, sexy, could I buy ya a drink?" some guy slurred at me. He was cute enough, not that I actually cared. I was still on the look out for Soda.

"Um, actually, I'm looking for my boyfriend..." I trailed off.

"What do ya say you forget about this boyfriend of yours and come have some fun with a real man?"

"I don't think so, buddy. Back off."

He grumbled something inaudible and I pushed my way through the people to the kitchen. I lingered for a minute, wondering if I could just take a drink. Usually, you had to know Buck to just take a drink, but I knew Dally, didn't that count?

"Here, baby, have a drink," Buck smiled, handing me a beer. What a creep!

"Um, thanks," I said slowly.

"No problem. You new 'round here?"

"N-No. We've actually met once."

"Oh, shit. Look, there's a reason I didn't call, alright?" he admitted quickly.

"Ew, we never got together, Buck...I'm only sixteen!"

"Sixteen? I'd say get outta here, but hell I ain't gonna turn a pretty girl away."

"T-Thanks," I stuttered.

He winked at me and walked off, probably in search of his next victim. I felt so awkward in front of him, standing there with my short skirt and the shirt...Oh jeez, I could tell he was looking at my chest, even if he was what, like twenty-something?

"Hey, baby!" someone laughed as they slapped me on the butt. I turned around to say something, but I couldn't see who had slapped me.

When I turned back around I nearly ran into someone. As I looked up I realized it was Soda. He had on his blue jeans, with his red plaid, long-sleeve shirt. It was unbuttoned so that you could see his white T-shirt underneath it. I was close enough to smell his cologne, which was sort of odd. He never wore cologne, well up until a few weeks before that he had never worn it. He just always smelled like cars, which I didn't mind.

"S-Soda," I stammered.

"Oh, sorry...Wait, Mackenzie?" he asked, seemingly astonished at what he saw.

"Uh, yeah. Hey."

His eyes trailed from my face and down my body. I shifted, but quickly remembered what Sylvia had said about standing in front of Soda. She said to stand with my chest and my butt out. I had practiced billions of times before she finally said I had it right. Now was the time to find out if I really had it right or not. I tried the position and Soda swallowed visibly. I put one hand on my hip and smiled.

"B-But...your hair...and...you don't look like you."

"Oh, Sylvia cut it earlier. You don't like it?" Another trick: pout and he might just feel bad enough to compliment you.

"N-No! You look...real good, Kenzie."

"Oh, okay. Thanks, Sodapop."

"But you look so different..."

"I know. Sylvia helped me."

"Helped you?"

"Yeah, she helped me with my new look," I clarified.

He rubbed the back of his neck and looked around at a few guys, who were already staring at me with grins on their faces.

"I don't know if this is the right look for you," he told me.

"Soda, what's the problem? I look good." Another tip from the wise mouth of Sylvia: confidence is key.

"Well yeah, you do, but still...I don't know."

"If you don't like it, I'm sorry, but I'm gonna dance and have fun. Are you gonna dance with me?"

"I don't know. I gotta find Two-Bit first. Steve said he's been actin' up somthin' fierce and he's close to gettin' kicked out."

"Alright," I huffed, "I'll find someone else to dance with."

Before he could say anything, I walked past him into the crowd. Sylvia had told me not to waste too much time talking to him. If he really wanted to dance with me, he'd find me and do it. I wasn't sure if this would work, or if Soda would just get upset about it, but I still found another guy to dance with. Sylvia said it could go either way if I told the guy that I was dancing with him to make my boyfriend jealous so I took a chance.

"Hey," I said to a guy around my age. With his light blond hair and blue eyes, I had to pick him.

"Well, hi there. Ain't you a sexy little broad?" he grinned.

"Look, I need someone to dance with so that my boyfriend gets a little jealous. Wanna dance?"

"Hmm, which one is your boyfriend?"

I looked around and finally spotted Soda talking with Buck and Two-Bit. I pointed to Soda and the guy snorted.

"Well, sure, I'd love to make him jealous."

I bit my lip and pulled him out onto the dance floor. A slow song had just come on and I mentally kicked myself for not waiting until this song was over. But now I was stuck dancing close to this guy, whom I didn't even know.

"So, got a name, beautiful?" he murmured in my ear.

"M-Mackenzie...What about you?"

"That don't matter."

I looked up at him and he grinned wolfishly. I squirmed a bit when I felt both of his hands on my butt. He was really overdoing it if you ask me. I really got uncomfortable when one of his hands edged closer to the hem of my skirt, daring to go under it. I moved my hands from around his neck to his chest just in case I had to push him away. Before I could stop him or push him away though, he brought his lips to mine. I pulled away in disgust and the guy looked unfazed.

"What's wrong, baby?"

"Do not call me baby," I screeched.

"Yeah...I thought that was my job," a voice said from behind me and I whipped around to see Soda standing there.

His face showed no emotion except for a bit of anger. I assumed he'd seen me dancing with that guy and then he saw me kissing him. But in all honesty I hadn't even kissed back.

"Soda..."

A/N: So, yes, I decided to stop it there! What did you guys think about Mackenzie's change? And how do you think Soda is going to react to Mackenzie and that guy kissing? I'd love to hear your thoughts! Thanks so much :) And I'll update for four reviews!