CHAPTER 2!! Finally!! You know who and who I don't own!
(****Carlene's POV****)
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" I cursed to myself after laying in my bed and listening to someone bang on the front door for fifteen minutes. You'd think my parents would get it, or maybe the dumb person at the door would give up. But apparently not.
I yawned and walked down the stairs, looking at a clock on the way down I noticed that it said four fifty-five am. Who would be at the door at five til five? I pulled back the curtain to see who was at the door and it was Colin. Colin? Why would he be there? "Hey baby, is there something wrong?" I asked opening the door.
He yawned and raised his eyebrow at my question. "No, nothing's wrong. I'm here to pick you up."
"For what?" I asked and rubbed my eyes.
He shook his head with disgust. "Don't you remember? Goddamnit Carlene, you can't remember anything! I'm supposed to pick you up at five. We're all going to Colorado today. Remember?" I rolled my eyes at him because he was using a tone with me that I didn't like. But I did remember.
"Ok. Go pick the others up and I'll be ready in fifteen minutes." I slammed the door in Colin's face before he could say anything, and then I ran upstairs.
I grabbed some pants, skirts, shirts, and other clothes and shoved them into a suitcase. Then I grabbed my light purple ski jacket, white shirt and light purple pants and threw them on. That should be all that I needed for as clothing. "Where the hell is that damn thing?" I asked, going through my purse to find my lip gloss. I always, some how or another wound up losing it and having to buy a whole new tube. That didn't really bother me, except for the fact that some where around the house there were like ten tubes of gloss.
"Ah ha!" I exclaimed and pulled the shiny pink tube out of my purse. I also pulled a piece of folded and crumbled paper out with it. Unfolding the paper I could see that it had a number on it. Probably my friend Reese's number. I always forgot her number and I could never find it. Anyway I still unfolded the paper and it said, 'Call me.' And then it had a number on it and it was signed, Dallas Winston – the "dirty" greaser that you don't like--.
I sighed. He must have slipped it in my purse when I wasn't looking. Besides I was never going to call him. Maybe if he wasn't a greaser and I didn't have a boyfriend. But he is a greaser and I do have a boyfriend. I turned the paper over and read what he had written on the back. 'P.S. If you want your locket back, you will call me.'
I fumbled through the rest of my purse looking for my locket and cursed when it wasn't there. In fact I felt hot tears come to my eyes. Damn him. Of all things he had to take, he took my locket. My locket. My special locket.
I grabbed my phone and dialed the number that was on the paper. I had to get that locket back. I needed it back. I just wasn't me without it. "You better have a good reason for calling at this time, Shepard!" A hard voice answered the phone and I heard a yawn. "If you don't have a reason, I'll kill you." I sighed. Oh great, I just made him mad because I woke him up.
"Um, is Dallas Winston there?" I asked into the phone. I heard a few people yelling in the background until I heard someone yell, "Hey Dally, there's a girl on the phone!"
"Yeah, he's here. Hang on. By the way, you know this ain't his home right?"
"It ain't yours either Steve!" Another voice called. I rolled my eyes. Had I just called a whole gang of greasers or something?
"What?" A voice that sounded like it had just deepened into manhood asked. I assumed that it was Dallas so I waited for him to say more. He was never quiet. Well atleast when he was bothering me he wasn't quiet. "What the hell do you want?" The voice asked again.
"Dallas?" I wondered and heard the guy groan, as if he was thinking that I was dense or something.
"Yeah. Its Dally not Dallas. What do you want?" Ok, good. Now I knew for sure that it was him. I didn't want to go and yell at the wrong greaser or anything. Not that it would matter, but I didn't want them to go and beat up Colin or any of my friends because of me.
"Dallas," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm because he said Dally and not Dallas. "This is Carlene Struckhoff, the Soc, if you'd like to call me that. Look, I need that locket. Please give it back."
I heard banging in the background. Then I heard the person that was on the phone earlier with me, yell, "Soda! Stop bangin the pans around! Some of us are still trying to sleep! You too Two-Bit!" I just sighed. What were they doing up so early? Did they ever go to sleep?
"And while your getting my locket, tell your friends to shut their traps."
"Who says I'm giving the locket back?" Dally asked into the phone. He was being so sassy that I almost laughed. I knew that he was flirting with me, and I may have been doing a little flirting of my own but I really needed that locket back.
"Look. I said please. You can comeover to my place, but hurry I have to leave in ten minutes now." With that I heard the phone click and he hung up. I sighed and hung the phone up myself. I hope that meant that he was bringing the locket over.
And I just hoped that he would come over because I wanted to see him. A lot. I wanted to see his cold blue eyes, his light blonde hair and the way that it fell over his neck in tufts. He was perfect. Why can't we be together…..?
A/N~ I know it sucked but please review!!! And youll understand why the locket is important later in the story!