~Chapter 6..I think..maybe 5? Maybe 7! Not sure!! Lol!! Anywho this is Carly here!! I haven't updated in awhile but now I am!! Here's this chapter and you all know who and who I don't own, right? Oh yeah, sorry if this sucks! Oh yeah and the italic thingys are Soda's actual thoughts.
****Soda's POV****
"Fuck him," I muttered and touched my cheek where he had hit me. It was bleeding, I could feel it. The blood was a familiar feel to me, afterall I had felt it on my arms almost everyday for the past week. It was a satisfying feel.
What surprised me the most about my little fight with Darry was that I was crying, not because my face hurt but because me and Darry had fought.
My teary eyes focused in on the gang. They were standing there, looking at me like I was some kind of freak in a circus sideshow. Hmm, maybe that's what I should be. I'd probably fit the part perfectly. I didn't want to see any of them right now. Especially not Pony, it was his fought that Darry knew I was cutting. All his fought. "Get out." I tried to say this in a commanding like voice but it came out in a shaky one. "Get out," I said again, only this time in a louder voice.
"Soda, no, don't do this to yourself." It was Carmen's soft, warm voice, but to me it sounded like Riley's voice and that caused me to be more upset. Carmen took a step toward me and I pushed her away a little. She shrieked and ran to Steve. All I got from Steve then was a dirty look.
I think he hated me. I think the whole gang hated me. I think Carmen hated me. Everyone probably hated me. Who could like a loser like me? Especially since they all probably knew that I was cutting myself. All because of Pony. Everything was always because of Pony.
Pony was the reason I had to drop out of school, Pony was the reason I had to get a job, Pony was the reason Darry hated me, Pony was the reason the gang hated me, and Pony was the reason I hated myself. It was all Pony. Pony this, Pony that. I hated him. No, I didn't just hate him. I hated everyone.
I stormed out my door, not caring that Darry was in the living room and not caring that I had to push the gang out of the way. When I got to the living room Darry was sitting there holding an ice pack to his nose where I must have hit it. Good. I'm glad that bastard got hurt. I wish I would have killed him. I walked passed him as calmly as I could, expecting him to stop me but he didn't. Go figure. He wouldn't stop me. He hated me.
I pushed the door open and stepped outside into the cool, crisp, calm atmosphere. It felt bad. I didn't want a cool crisp atmosphere, I wanted a violent one. One that would fit my mood. Not one that was completely opposite of what I was feeling.
I stepped off the side walk and just started walking. I wasn't sure where I was walking to but I didn't really care either. Passing the drive in I saw a bunch of girls walk in. They were cute. Chances are they'd hate me too though, so I kept walking. They'd probably hate me just because I was a greaser. I hated it. Hated being a greaser. It wasn't fair.
Nothing was fair anymore. Riley being gone wasn't fair, Darry and Pony hating me wasn't fair, me having to cut myself to deal with my pain wasn't fair, nothing was fair. Nothing was even fair for the Socs. That was the one thing that Riley had taught me. Nobody had it fair, everyone had it rough. Even the Socs. However, at this moment I hated them.
"Soda?" I felt a soft touch on my shoulder. The touch sent chills down my back. It was the same touch that I had always felt from Riley. Who else could give me that kind of touch? Who else's touch could have that much emotion to it? I turned around slowly, unaware of who would be there.
The girl had long red hair and sparkling green eyes. She looked at me a moment with sadness in her eyes. She knew who I was and what I was doing to myself. "Soda? That's your name right?" She slowly removed her hand from my shoulder and I wish she hadn't. For the first time since my fight with Darry I didn't hate someone. I didn't hate her. She was beautiful and she had that same twinkle to her eyes that had attracted me to Riley. Maybe that was why I didn't hate her.
"Yeah. Yeah, my name is Soda. Why?" I cocked my eyebrow a little and willed myself to stop crying. Hopefully she hadn't seen the tears yet.
"It's me. We met at the DX today. It's Rina. I was just wondering, I mean I was going to come over earlier but I got preoccupied. But I was just wondering if you were ok." She smiled at me and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.
"Why would a girl like you care how I was?" I blurted this out, not meaning too. I wasn't meaning to be mean to her it was just happening.
"Because I care." That was her only answer before she looked down at the ground. "What caused you to do it though?"
"Do what?" I wondered this, too tired and angry to get what she was talking about.
"Cut yourself."
"Nothing. Why is it any of your business? Just get the hell out of here and get the fuck lost! I don't want to fuckin talk to you!"
"Soda! No, I'm sorry. I was just trying to help." She actually looked hurt. Although why I'm not sure. Didn't she hate me just like everyone else did?
"Well do yourself a favor and don't. It's just all fucked up. Everyone hates me. Now leave me the hell alone." I started to walk away but she grabbed on to my arm.
"Soda, just come back to my place and I can help you." What the fuck makes you think you can help me, huh? Tell me that! If I could get help don't you think I would have! No one can help me. I'm helpless.
~A/N~ That's the end of this chapter! What do you guys think? Please review!! And tell me what should happen next!! Thanks!
