Title: I'm With You (1/2)

Rating: PG-13, and I think I'm going to have to put it under R for mild swearing.

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING! Just Baby

A/N: Thanks for the reviews; sorry I made my first chapter sooo long! I hope this one is not as long. Anyway, I would just like to warn you that their is quit A LOT of swearing towards the end of this chapter, so, if you have a problem with that, then.….Don't read it!

I ran as fast as I could, breathing through my nose, never my mouth. I think that's one of the main reasons why some people don't like to run, and it's because if you breath through the mouth while you jog, you immediately get out of breath and tired quicker.

I'm not very sporty. Ha, I don't even know how to throw a baseball but I do like running. It's suits me, sometimes I feel like I just want to run the hell away from my problems but of course that can't happen, they're always going to catch up to you.

I stopped, I panted a little and soon saw coach Fiderio call everyone (as in the whole track team) over. I walked slowly, onto the grass. I saw Ponyboy standing by himself, away from the preppy kids (Other known as Socs). I got closer to him"Hey" I greeted quietly.

"Hey" He replied, nodding slightly.

We stood together silently, hearing whatever the Langley coach told us.

Pony was just a kid, but I guess we understood each other because we barely ever even said more than five words to one another but every time their was a track meet or Coach Fiderio had one of his vivid ideas on how to get ready for a competition, We'd always team up or time each others running.

"Okay, guys………and ladies,Yeah Baby, I noticed your "Evil Eye"…… meet's over, get yourself a good-nights sleep cause' I want to meet everyone early tomorrow morning to practice for next weeks competition against Nowhere High school. Good Night" Coach Fiderio walked off.

I sighed, I was really tired and all I wanted to do was go home and crash. I headed towards the bleachers where I had left my stuff on. "See you tomorrow morning, Baby" Pony waved good-bye. I waved back

"Bye.... .Hey, Pony, your shoes un-tied-" Before I could fully warn Ponyboy, he fell onto the ground.

I heard some laughter and turned to a couple of Socs who, were pointing and laughing from behind the large chain fence.

I glared at them.

I walked over to Ponyboy, my bag slung over my shoulder.

I took his arm and helped him up "You okay?" I asked, dusting some dirt off his shoulder.

His cheeks were flushed and I knew he had to be embarrassed "Pony, you don't have to be embarrassed, you know how many times I've fallen on my face since I was a Freshman?" I tried to cheer him up.

He shook his head "No?"

"A whole lot!!.…... Now, who gives a damn if a couple of rich kids think that's funny...." I said, putting my arm around his shoulder as we both began walking. I took out my water bottle and took a sip from it. I noticed I was a bit taller than Ponyboy, but all of a sudden I had this sisterly vibe over him.

"So, what are you trying to say?…... Ignore them, and maybe they'll go away. Wow, That's going to work like a charm" Pony snorted, hanging his head a little.

"It's not," I agreed and he looked up at me

"But!….Next time you see them, I don't know, *you* could trip them then laugh as loud as you can, works like a charm(I repeated his phrase)....Or, just flip them the bird when they're not looking, it makes you feel a whole lot better, I promise" I gave him advice, but most of it was me just joking.

He laughed, "I'll take your advice"

"Great!…..,Now, I gotta go, my dad will freak if he doesn't know where I am every five minutes" I said, taking my arm off of Pony and looking down at my watch.

"You need a ride home?" I asked, glancing up at him. I didn't want the poor kid to have to walk home by himself. Now that I look around, there was no one else in the field other than just the two of us.

He shook his head "Thanks, for the offer.... But, My brother is picking me up...." Pony said.

I nodded "Okay…... Bye then"

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As I made my way towards the parking lot, I saw a pick-up truck pull up. I kept hearing "Damnitt, Two-Bit, why did you have to spend so much time trying to get that 40 year-old blonde's number! Now, Pony probably left thinking we abandoned him."

"It's not my fault, that I happen to find true-love on the same day Pony had his little school thing"

"Darry's going to kill me"

I walked over "Uh,er, sorry, but are one of you Ponyboy's brother?" I asked as I remembered what he told me about his bro picking him up.

Soda quickly nodded from the passengers seat. "Yeah, I am.... Do you know where he is?" Soda asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

I noticed the other guy eyeing me down, and he looked familiar, I soon realized it was the Greaser that made out with my Therapist.

I nodded "Uh, yeah...The last I saw of him, he was waiting for you over at the field. He's probably just in the boys locker room now" I said.

Soda smiled "Thanks...." He glimpsed at Two-Bit, who was leaning out the window a bit.

".... And what might your name be, sweet-heart?" He asked with his eyebrow raised.

Soda gave him a "Your insane" look

"Their goes true love out the window" He muttered sitting back, as he thought about not moments ago Two-Bit saying he found the perfect woman. Now, here he is trying to make it with another.

".... Baby" I replied.

"...Ooo...I like this one, likes to take charge" Two-Bit said to the other, I heard though.

"No,no....My name *is* Baby" I said, shaking my head.

"…... Original" Two-Bit commented.

I suddenly thought about that night at Bucks, and what Dally and I had said about my name.

I chuckled slightly to myself.

"…..Well, nice meeting you…..Two-Bit(He didn't have to introduce himself, I already knew enough about him) and.…."

Pony's brother sat up "Sodapop Curtis. But everyone calls me Soda" He introduced himself.

I smiled ".... better hurry up, Pony's waiting" I said and with that I walked away towards my car.

The two were cute. But not my type. I mean Ponyboy's brother had this movie-star look (who couldn't like that) and the other one, Two-Bit, he was just a little too goofy.

I wondered how Dallas was?.….I wonder if he ever got my message?

As I turned the car on and pulled out of the parking lot, I accidentally banged my wrists on the steering wheel. I didn't have my bracelets on, I must of tooken them off and put them somewhere..….?

My eyes suddenly fell upon my scars, I know it was only a year ago, but every time I looked at them they seemed larger than before.

It was beginning to rain, I put the windshield wipers on.

I had one hand on the steering wheel as I rummaged through my bag that was on the passenger seat with my other.

I glanced back and forth, from the road to the bag. It wasn't safe, I knew that.

I kept rummaging and as I found the two bracelets, a smile spread on my lips "Got ya" I said out-loud.

I hit a speed bump and the bracelets fell out of my hand and rolled onto the floor of the passenger seat "Crap" I muttered.

I glanced back at the road. And un- hooked my seat belt.

I bent down and tried to scoop up the bracelets.

I suddenly heard beeping, and quickly sat up.

I could barely see from through the rain filled window. It was coming down hard.

I heard some more beeping and immediately stopped on my brakes.

I don't think the car was fast enough because I felt my vehicle collide with another…………….

Surprisingly, It wasn't so bad, just the front rear. Thank God!

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!!" I swore loudly.

I kept banging on the steering wheel

I heard yelling from outside and with hesitation I opened my door and got out.

I saw the hood of the other person's car open.

"My car!! My fuckin' car!!!" I heard this oh-so familiar voice keep yelling.

I was soaked and as I tucked my dark hair behind my ears, my jaw dropped a bit.

"Look!…..Look what you did to my fuckin' car!" He yelled some more, never turning around, too busy stumbling about and screaming about his car that to tell you the truth, I think he was making a big fuss out of nothing. His arms kept flailing in the air.

He started to say something more ".…...Oh, I'm going to kill this son of-" He stopped mid-turn when he found out who the hell he was threatening.

 
"Baby?"

"Dallas" I said his name.

He stood there, dumb-founded, his arm outstretched as if he had just frozen. The rain making his blond hair fall over his face.

He walked closer to me and I winced a bit.

"Is this your car?" He asked, his voice cold as he stared down at my DeSoto


I nodded slowly "Is that your lame excuse for transportation?" I asked him this time; pointing to the automobile he had been doing a "rain dance" around.

I tried to keep calm. I wasn't going to let him see me frightened or startled at his antics.

".……Lame?" He mouthed, comprehending what I just said. His eyes turned into a hard glare.

"You crashed into my fuckin car, so your going to pay for the fuckin' repairs!" He yelled, over the loud noise of the rain.

"I crashed!!!!!………What the fuck!?……I couldn't possibly have caused the whole fuckin' accident!" This time I raised my voice, and tried to out-number him in how many swears can a person really say in a sentence. I was starting to think maybe we both had a little Tourettes.

"Fuck you!!.…..*you* crashed into *me*!! So, don't try getting out of this, you little tramp" Dally spat out.

I rolled my eyes, almost all the way into my head "Maybe it was but…...(I looked him down, he couldn't even stand straight)…..I think theirs something more to all this…..."

I walked up to him, his face mere inches from mine "Care to move out of the way.….you…you….Man-whore"

OKAY!! Not the best come back. Even I realized that.

BUT!!!!!!

I heard about how Dally had a girl with him almost every night……Just because he's a man does not mean he is not one.

"Man-Whore!? I am NOT a whore," Dally retorted, as he stepped out of the way.

I walked passed him, we were on the middle of some street and not even one car had gone by yet.

He followed me as I approached his train wreck (And boy, let me tell you, it was wrecked even before the accident).

"Oh, let me see, Day we were suppose to meet for a date…..Walk in, and find you already are quite comfy with you tongue down some skank's mouth......" I remarked, standing beside his vehicle door.

"..…I could have explain that...." Dally huffed.

"Don't need to, don't even care anymore…..." I responded.

"You know, I was wrong about you…….I thought you were a sweet shy little girl…..." He started.

I interrupted "I'm anything but sweet, ass-hole. I'm Not shy, and I'm not little girl" I said slowly and firmly, my voice rising here and there.

I took it serious when people called me things like that.

What the hell does he know about me!?

Nothing, zippo, nada!

We were silent; all that was heard was the sound of the rain for a few moments.

"……So, why are you standing near my car? Want a ride, because you know what I'm going to say-"

Before I let him finish, I opened the door and to my suspicions, a couple of beer cans fell out.

I turned to him with a smirk "You're drunk" I stated with an overly cheerful smile.

BABY DOESN'T HAVE TO GO TO COURT!! BABY DOESN'T HAVE TO GO COURT! Were the words that were dancing around in my head.

"No,no,no…...I am not drunk! I know when I am shit-faced, and shit-faced I am not"

"Lovely words from the next Shakespeare himself" I said, sarcastically

"Shake Who?"

I rolled my eyes once more and held out my hand in front of his face "How many fingers am I holding up?" I asked.

"7..….See!! I am not drunk!" Dally said, raising his chin and pushing my hand away from his face.

"Yes, you are, Blondie..…..I'm only holding up five" I broke the news, any minute now I was about to laugh in his face.

I swore I think I heard him growl or something.

"Fuck you….." He muttered.

"Fuck you" I shot back

"Slut"(Dally)

"Ass-Wipe"(Baby)

"Bitch"(Dally)

"Son of a Bitch"(Baby)

"Trollop"(Dally)

"Ass-Pansy"(Baby)

"Ho"(Dally)

"Ho and Slut is the same thing, Bastard!"(Baby)

"What? All of a sudden you're the queen of cussing, Bitchy Mc. Bitch"(Dally)

DALLY'S POV

"You lash me with your words!" Baby shouted at me, sarcasm tainted in her voice.

 I didn't know how long with had been arguing, but everything she said made me even more angry than before, she probably felt the same way.

I was drenched and it was starting to get cold. I noticed Baby jittering now, every time it was her turn to continue our verbal abuse towards each other, her bottom lip would tremble just a bit……

Not that I noticed her fuckin' lips!

"You know what? I could be doing better things than standing around here fighting with you..…" I reply angrily

"And what might those things be?…...Getting drunk or going to jail.….Getting drunk or going to jail…...Gee, Mighty fine choices you got there"

I glared once more "It's called the real world, but like you would know anything about that. You have a stick up your up-tight ass to even notice anything"

"How would you know, you hardly know me, you lazy ass idiot"

I noticed that after every sentence we would call each other a name.

I saw Baby look down at her watch, her eyes widened.

"Crap….." She muttered running towards her car.

"Where you going!? We're not done here!" I yelled.

"Oh, yes we are…...Look, if you still have my phone-number, call me and we can talk about what we're going to do with my car and your….....Piece of crap" Baby replied, glancing at my car and shaking her head.

"That's a early 50's collectors, you're calling a piece of crap there". Maybe she was right about the car, it wasn't the prettiest of things but it rode pretty well. Oh well, I could just steal another one……

"Whatever" She replied as she quickly got into her car.

As she drove by, she stopped and pulled down the window, not all the way thought, so she wouldn't get wet, even though she was already dripping water from the inside.

"I'm in the phone book if you lost my number" She said, that sweet voice and smile she had showed me during the party completely gone.

"I thought you said your cousins would get my ass if I called" I replied, as I cocked an eyebrow

All she did was just stare at me. A big smile spread on her lips.

She raised two fingers up and it wasn't the peace sign, her backhand was facing me.

"What is that suppose to mean?" I asked, my eyebrow still rose.

"Look it up" she simply replied "Good-bye Dallas Winston" She added coldly and rolled her window back up.

She soon drove away, leaving me alone on some middle-class neighborhood, in the rain, and with my car wrecked.

"…. You think she would of given me a ride?" I wondered out loud with a grin.

It surprised me how much a person can be one thing one moment then the next change completely.

It kind of showed me the Baby could be sweet and gentle (I still knew she was) and yet mean and cold as well.

I smiled.

I hated her so much right now

And yet I was intrigued by her…….

BABY'S POV

I slowly opened the door to my house and silently stepped in. I had taken off my shoes and was tiptoeing through the house now. I prayed that my father wouldn't hear me.

"Baby, Is that you?" I heard his voice from the living room

"I guess my prayers weren't answered," I muttered

"Yeah, Dad……It's me" I responded, as I dropped my sneakers on the floor and began walking to the living room.

As I did, I soon saw he wasn't alone.

"Dr. Summers…..I didn't know…..I didn't think you made house calls" I stuttered, confused.

Boy! Today sure wasn't my day.

I mean Dally pretty much ruined it.

He was different from the way I met him at the party, no wonder I thought his features were cold because…... Well, he actually *was * cold.

Maybe things got a little out of hand out there, and maybe I should have apologized but everything he said made me madder than before. I do * not* have a stick up my ass!

"She came over to see how you were…..You weren't here, so I invited her to stay for some coffee and we've been talking ever since" Dad answered for her, his smile directed to that woman I really wasn't too fond of.

"Yes, you have quite a father here, Baby" Dr. Summers added, with a soft laugh.

My dad laughed as well.

I hate inside jokes!!!

I raised an eyebrow, something I noticed Dally did a lot. Not that I care or anything.

"Great…..(I pretended to yawn)…..It's getting late, I'm beat…..Going to go to bed now" I said, stretching my arms up. I really wanted to leave that room badly.

"But it's only 8, sweetie" My dad replied, looking at me oddly.

"Oh" I blurted out "Well…. ..You know, the early bird gets up…… early" I didn't know what the hell I was saying, I didn't even know where I got or who I was quoting from.

"When did your meet end?" Dad asked me.

"Um….uh….erm…" I stammered.

My father eyed me down. I was practically dripping buckets of water on the floor.

"Jesus Christ, you're soaked" He finally realized, quickly going out of the room to get a towel and leaving me with the suspicious therapist.

"So…... You walked here?" She resumed the asking.

"No….. I have a car…. Dad, I really don't need a towel, I'm just going to go jump in the shower" I called after my father.

He soon came back.

I dried myself off and heard "If you have a vehicle then why are you drenched to the bone?"

"I don't know," I answered slowly, getting very annoyed. First I had to deal with Dally. Now, this bitch is here with her proper English, asking me stupid questions.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR CAR!!" Dad suddenly shouted. I almost jumped out of my skin and quickly turned my head; I saw that he was peaking out the window.

My therapist got up and went to his side "oh my" She whispered.

"It doesn't look as bad as it seems" I blurted out anything to try and make my dad calm down, he was blazing red now.

"Doesn't look as bad!!…....Baby, you practically ripped the whole front rear off!!" He yelled.

"Now, now. Ramon calm down" I heard Dr. Summers saying, soothingly.

I glared at her "Look, why don't you just butt out!"

"Don't talk to her like that!" My dad howled at me. I looked at him with wide eyes "Your taking her side!…..I can't believe you!" I said.

"Go to your room….. You're grounded, and are going to take the bus for now on."

I saw Dr. Summers lean into my father's ear and whisper something. He looked at her and she nodded "It will teach responsibility" She said,  still nodding her freakin' blonde head of hers.

"Baby, you're getting a job. I don't know where, I don't know what yet but you're going to work until you can pay for repairing my.…..your car" Dad told me, he moved his neck and I swore I heard it crack. He must have been real tense.

"But dad, I can't! I'm too busy with school and track to get a job!" I argued.

"Then you're dropping out of track" He replied, crossing his arms.

I shook my head, tears starting to surface "No, I can't just do that.…..I need the scholarship..…" I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

I didn't want to listen to anymore.

I started to back away, my head shaking.

"No" I repeated and the next thing I knew I was running. Running out of the living room, running out of the house.

I was running away from my problems…….. again.

A/N: Next chapter might be a song-fic with the "I'm With You" lyrics by Avril Lavigne. Please Review and I hope this is shorter than the first chapter.