This chapter is realy short. I typed this on my laptop and my charger got messed up and my battery's near dead. I'll be getting a new charger soon, though, hopefully. I might use my parents' computer, but it's usually occupied, so it'll probably be awhile for the next chapter.
Chapter Twenty-Six: Going To Fight
The rumble was just two hours away. We still couldn't talk Taylor out of fighting. Her head was still bleeding, and she was probably getting sick. I still felt a little feverish myself, and I know it probably wasn't the smartest idea for me to fight, too, but I wanted to get even with Chase for kidnapping me and trying to kill me, and for what he did to Taylor in the past.
Taylor was still locked up in Soda's room. She probably wasn't going to leave until we were gonna head to the rumble. She was real determined to fight no matter what condition she's in. I thought it was crazy of her, but like Johnny said, it was her decision.
Finally Taylor did come out. She had a washcloth pressed against her bloody forehead.
"Look who's finally out and prepared for a good fight," Dally chuckled. Taylor shot a glare at him; apparently she wasn't in the mood for his jokes. "You ready to get even with Alan?"
"We ain't leavin' for another two hours, Dal," Taylor pointed out.
"I know," Dally said. "Just sayin'. So how hard do you think you're gonna kick his head in?"
"Hard enough to where he won't even remember his own name." Taylor cleaned the last bit of blood off and threw the washcloth in the bathroom.
"Taylor, can I talk to you for a sec?" I asked.
Taylor nodded. She followed me into the kitchen, and I made sure the gang wasn't watching, which they were.
"Don't kill me when I say this," I began, "but you know it's not too late to change your mind."
Taylor tilted her head. "Pony, you know I've made my final choice—I am fighting."
"I know, but..." I stroked Taylor's hair out of her face. That injury looked worse. She turned away.
"I know you guys are worried about me," Taylor said, "but you saw how I can fight. That Soc just caught me off guard and I was just a little scared he was gonna hurt me and Two-Bit. But everything will be all right tonight. I promise."
I tried to grin. "Maybe you're right. You are the best fighter I know...who's a girl."
Taylor tried to hit the back of my head, but I ducked just in time. Then Taylor started tackling me to the ground. She wrapped her arm around my neck as if she was about to strangle me.
"Holler uncle!" she said.
"No way," I told her. "Agh! How can you be this strong when you're much shorter than me and female?"
"Because women are stronger than men," Taylor answered.
Darry chuckled. "Oh, that is not true."
"Oh, yeah?" Taylor released me and started for Darry. She started cracking her knuckles. "C'mon, muscle boy. Let's dance."
"I ain't gonna fight a girl," Darry said.
"Chicken."
"Chicken?! Oh, it's on now!" Darry cracked his knuckles. "Okay, Taylor, if I'm hurting you, just hollar uncle and I'll―"
Before he could finish, Taylor charged for Darry, knocking him down. She sat on top of him. Darry just laid on the ground with Taylor sitting on the ground. "Not cool, girlie," he told Taylor.
"Girl power, man," Taylor told him.
"Amen," Two-Bit said, applauding for Taylor.
As time past, things seemed to go back to the way things were. Quick. Taylor mostly arm-wrestled with me and the guys (she'd beat us). Reesey sat next to Dally, showing her love then hate toward him. Taylor got up on the table and started singing when her favorite song "Gloria" came on the radio. Dally then picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.
"Put me down, Dallas!" Taylor laughed. She whacked the back of his head, but he wouldn't put her down.
"Dally, put my girlfriend down," I said.
"No way," Dally said.
Taylor then gave Dally a wet-willy, and he threw her onto the couch.
"Looks like you're feelin' better, huh," Steve said to Taylor.
Taylor got up and spun around. "Never better." She landed in my arms. "So you think I'm havin' second thoughts?"
I chuckled. "Well I guess you're able to fight, considering how energetic you are," I told her.
Taylor smiled, and kissed me on the cheek. She looked up at the clock and grinned. "Looks like we're fightin' in ten minutes. I'm going to go put on some makeup." Taylor went back into her room. When she came back, she had on eyeliner, mascara, light brown eyeshadow, and pink lipliner. She looked so beautiful.
"Alrighty, boys," Taylor said. "I'm ready to kick some Socs' butts tonight and give Chase the beating of a life-time. Let's go!" We all followed Taylor outside, doing cartwheels and going nuts. Taylor was the most pumped; she even started singing the song "Beat It" and we joined in on the chorus until we were over at the lot, waiting for Chase and the Socs to show up. After about two minutes, the Mustangs began to pull in. We were gonna settle the score tonight...once and for all.