Slashed Tires Chapter 1...8
Rated pg-13 for whadayamercall'ems
A/N: The rich are very rich. And I don't have any idea what social clubs use as names.
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Golden light flooded the room, sparkling off the freshly waxed deep mahogany floors and showing off the bright hue of the beautiful oriental carpet. Velvet couches of the deepest green lined the comfortable yet expensive room, and a dusty grand piano stood in the corner. Images of distinguished old men with severe profiles gazed disapprovingly down on the gathered group of well-dressed youngsters. The assemblage of immaculately groomed teens spoke in well-mannered voices, fake laughter ringing through the air, stiff smiles plastered on faces, cutting insults hissed in low undertones. They spoke of politics, of art, of whose-father-bought-the-most-expensive-wine (and how to get at it). They commiserated over the weather (so much better in Florida, where nearly all had vacationed to), but mostly they talked of the horrible fiends that lived on the other side of the city. These hooligans provided countless hours of discussion among the youths. All in all, it was a very
successful party that took place inside The Diamond Boulevard Youth Social Club (DBYSC).
Cherry nodded and smiled at what was probably the 100^th unfamiliar face she had met that day. She raised a hand to her mouth, barely disguising an inevitable yawn. She had only been at the party for an hour and already she was bored nearly to tears. She let her required date, Nathaniel Jacobs, lead her to the "snack" table where hors d'oeuvres were laid out on silver platters. Smiling, she accepted an escargot, mentally kicking herself for insisting that she associate only with refined folk in a polished environment. The thought that she could have been having coke at the Dingo with Dallas Winston nearly made her run from the club. But Cherry was stubborn. Holding her head high she told herself firmly: "This is good for me." If only it weren't so boring.
There was a sudden commotion at the door. A couple of boys had joined the party. With them was a pretty, unkempt girl. Her dark curls swung about as she turned her head every which way. Cherry's eyes widened as she realised that the girl was being held down by the boys. Her black-lined eyes were wide, glaring, and the smirk on her lipsticked mouth spelled "greaser" with a capital G.
"What do we have here?" A tall boy with short, brown hair was moving toward the greaser girl, a cold smile on his face. He reached a hand toward the girl, stroking her cheek with one finger. Instantly she whirled and bit him. Cherry suppressed the urge to laugh, as the boy stumbled back, cursing.
"Greaser trash!" he snarled, cradling his wounded hand. The girl grinned at him, baring her teeth.
"Fuck you! Lemme go you stupid bastards! I ain't never done nothin' to y'all!" She kicked out, catching another boy in the knee. Cherry watched him go down. Nathaniel abandoned her, rushing to help the others hold down the greaser, who'd started kicking at the others around her.
"Help!" the girl shrieked before sinking her teeth into another Soc hand. He swore. Cherry watched feeling helpless as the girl was carried, struggling, through the throng of milling Socs. "Tim!" she wailed, before disappearing through a heavy wood panelled door. The crowd buzzed with excitement. Cherry's heart pounded in her chest as she waited for her date to come back. That had certainly livened things up. She shuddered thinking what the boys might do to the poor girl.
"What's going on?" Cherry demanded as Nathaniel appeared beside her. The boy grinned.
"Some guys caught this little greasy chick down by they're turf. Brought her back here for some fun."
Cherry was quiet. "You shouldn't hurt her. She's an innocent girl," she said finally.
Nathaniel's mouth tightened. "Look, them greasers are getting more and more outta line. Someone's gotta set an example of what happens when you forget where you belong."
"That's horrible!" Cherry cried furiously. Nat glared back at her.
"Come on Cherry. You used to date Bob for God's sake! Don't you get it? They're the enemy-"
"They're still human," Cherry replied hotly. Nathaniel shook his head.
"Yeah, and you seem to be forgetting who you are too Cherry. Who're you backing here?" Nat was livid. "Let me tell you something baby - if you ain't with us, you're against us." With that, Nathaniel plastered on a practised smile and waved at someone across the room, signalling to Cherry that the discussion was over. Cherry returned the smile automatically, instantly feeling disgusted that she let herself become part of this charade.
"Excuse me," she murmured. "I think I need a bit of fresh air." Her date nodded, walking away to join a nearby conversation. Cherry hurried as best she could through the crowd desperate to get away. She didn't know how long she could stand being a part of this.
Rated pg-13 for whadayamercall'ems
A/N: The rich are very rich. And I don't have any idea what social clubs use as names.
~
Golden light flooded the room, sparkling off the freshly waxed deep mahogany floors and showing off the bright hue of the beautiful oriental carpet. Velvet couches of the deepest green lined the comfortable yet expensive room, and a dusty grand piano stood in the corner. Images of distinguished old men with severe profiles gazed disapprovingly down on the gathered group of well-dressed youngsters. The assemblage of immaculately groomed teens spoke in well-mannered voices, fake laughter ringing through the air, stiff smiles plastered on faces, cutting insults hissed in low undertones. They spoke of politics, of art, of whose-father-bought-the-most-expensive-wine (and how to get at it). They commiserated over the weather (so much better in Florida, where nearly all had vacationed to), but mostly they talked of the horrible fiends that lived on the other side of the city. These hooligans provided countless hours of discussion among the youths. All in all, it was a very
successful party that took place inside The Diamond Boulevard Youth Social Club (DBYSC).
Cherry nodded and smiled at what was probably the 100^th unfamiliar face she had met that day. She raised a hand to her mouth, barely disguising an inevitable yawn. She had only been at the party for an hour and already she was bored nearly to tears. She let her required date, Nathaniel Jacobs, lead her to the "snack" table where hors d'oeuvres were laid out on silver platters. Smiling, she accepted an escargot, mentally kicking herself for insisting that she associate only with refined folk in a polished environment. The thought that she could have been having coke at the Dingo with Dallas Winston nearly made her run from the club. But Cherry was stubborn. Holding her head high she told herself firmly: "This is good for me." If only it weren't so boring.
There was a sudden commotion at the door. A couple of boys had joined the party. With them was a pretty, unkempt girl. Her dark curls swung about as she turned her head every which way. Cherry's eyes widened as she realised that the girl was being held down by the boys. Her black-lined eyes were wide, glaring, and the smirk on her lipsticked mouth spelled "greaser" with a capital G.
"What do we have here?" A tall boy with short, brown hair was moving toward the greaser girl, a cold smile on his face. He reached a hand toward the girl, stroking her cheek with one finger. Instantly she whirled and bit him. Cherry suppressed the urge to laugh, as the boy stumbled back, cursing.
"Greaser trash!" he snarled, cradling his wounded hand. The girl grinned at him, baring her teeth.
"Fuck you! Lemme go you stupid bastards! I ain't never done nothin' to y'all!" She kicked out, catching another boy in the knee. Cherry watched him go down. Nathaniel abandoned her, rushing to help the others hold down the greaser, who'd started kicking at the others around her.
"Help!" the girl shrieked before sinking her teeth into another Soc hand. He swore. Cherry watched feeling helpless as the girl was carried, struggling, through the throng of milling Socs. "Tim!" she wailed, before disappearing through a heavy wood panelled door. The crowd buzzed with excitement. Cherry's heart pounded in her chest as she waited for her date to come back. That had certainly livened things up. She shuddered thinking what the boys might do to the poor girl.
"What's going on?" Cherry demanded as Nathaniel appeared beside her. The boy grinned.
"Some guys caught this little greasy chick down by they're turf. Brought her back here for some fun."
Cherry was quiet. "You shouldn't hurt her. She's an innocent girl," she said finally.
Nathaniel's mouth tightened. "Look, them greasers are getting more and more outta line. Someone's gotta set an example of what happens when you forget where you belong."
"That's horrible!" Cherry cried furiously. Nat glared back at her.
"Come on Cherry. You used to date Bob for God's sake! Don't you get it? They're the enemy-"
"They're still human," Cherry replied hotly. Nathaniel shook his head.
"Yeah, and you seem to be forgetting who you are too Cherry. Who're you backing here?" Nat was livid. "Let me tell you something baby - if you ain't with us, you're against us." With that, Nathaniel plastered on a practised smile and waved at someone across the room, signalling to Cherry that the discussion was over. Cherry returned the smile automatically, instantly feeling disgusted that she let herself become part of this charade.
"Excuse me," she murmured. "I think I need a bit of fresh air." Her date nodded, walking away to join a nearby conversation. Cherry hurried as best she could through the crowd desperate to get away. She didn't know how long she could stand being a part of this.