~Chapter 12~ YAY!! I made it all the way to chapter 12..not very many people are reading this but that's ok! Anyway, here's chapter 12! Umm..sorry it took so long..as you all probably know..fanfiction was down!! Anyway I don't own anyone except, Carmen, Riley, Daphne, and…uhh…anyone else that my little mind makes up and wants to add to this story. Everybody else belongs to S.E. Hinton! Ok..youre probably tired of listening to me babble and babble about nothing. Am I right? Sure, I am. I'm always right. Ok..I'll just write the story now! So here goes chapter 12! This one will be good..I hope..I think..maybe! If you're wondering where I get Riley's attitude from, it's kind of a reflection of me. All of the characters that I make up are usually somehow a reflection of parts of me, how I feel, how I act, how I look, everything. Anyway about where Riley says people think she has a perfect life and no problems, that part reflects me, because people look at me and they're just like oh she's a pretty cheerleader and then they take it for granted that I have no problems. I'm going to quit babbling otherwise this little disclaimer/author's note thing will get longer then my story! Lol..so here's the story! Oh and thanks to everyone who reviews my story (Mainly Sabrina! Thanks!) Ok, here's my story! Oh..one more thing, sorry this chapter has so much negativity toward it! Hmmm…is negativity a word?
(****Riley's POV****) …Yes, its still Riley's POV!
I didn't want to look the guy in the face, even if I did, I wouldn't be able to tell who it was. I couldn't see very good with tears streaming down my face. I looked at the little droplets of blood that were still falling down my arm. The blood was so satisfying. It almost made me want to smile, but I didn't want to smile for as I didn't want to know that something, even as morbid as cutting myself, made me feel happy and satisfied.
Who did Dallas think he was to sit there and tell me that my life was perfect? Especially when my little sister was missing, my parents were both mad at me, my dad hit me, I loved Sodapop and couldn't have him, and the fact that I jumped out of a moving car and hurt my ankle badly. I was also depressed. I just didn't understand how someone could tell me that I had the perfect life. There was no way in hell that I did. No way.
"Riley?" I started shaking and crying more. I didn't care that the person was calling my name and sounding like he was concerned about me. It was probably just some stupid guy who always flirted with me in class anyway, and didn't really like me for who I was. It was probably someone who just liked me because I was a pretty face.
A strong arm came around my shoulders and gripped me tight. It squeezed my shoulder several times to let me know it was alright. "Stop it," I cried tearfully. "Get your hand off of me." The guy removed his arm slowly.
"Riley, it's me."
"I don't know who me is!" I sputtered and continued sitting there, rocking back and forth, back and forth. I reached for the piece of glass bottle again.
"Leave it alone." The guy was talking about the glass bottle. "Don't cut yourself. Please. I care about you Riley, I don't want anything to happen to you." My vision started to return some and I saw that the person sitting next to me was Steve. Wait a minute. That couldn't be right. He cared about me? Steve cared about me? No way. He liked Carmen. No way. He couldn't care about me.
I looked at the guy again to convince myself that it really was Steve. It was. I reached for the glass bottle again and this time Steve didn't stop me. He just looked at me and pulled his arm over my shoulder. Slowly I slid the piece of glass down my arm for the second time. Once again I was starting to get satisfied. Steve just stared at me quietly and before I could cut myself a third time he took the glass away from me and threw it over a fence that was blocking a house from the street.
"Steve." I scooted close to him and buried my head in his chest, crying. He just held me tight and let me cry on his shirt.
"Riley, tell me what happened. I want to know." I just shook my head no and kept crying. "Please Riley, I like you, and I want to help you. I can't though if you won't tell me what the hell is wrong." I pulled back from him a little.
"You like me?" I muttered, hoping for a no. I couldn't deal with him liking me. Not now. Everything was happening to fast. Plus, I liked Sodapop, not Steve.
"Yea, I do." I saw him grin. "Its not that hard to do. Ya know, like you? Everybody likes you, so why so surprised when I said I liked you?"
I stood up, swaying a little. "No,no,no," I muttered and started to run off. I didn't know where I was going and I didn't care either. It was true. He liked me, and probably only for my face and my body and the fact that I was a Soc. Why hadn't I noticed that he liked me earlier? I should have known.
I kept running, not caring if I got to where I was going or not. Hell, I didn't even know where I was going. "Riley!" It was Steve. He was following me. "Riley! Wait! I-I'm sorry!" Sorry for what? Liking me? I thought to myself. Before I knew it tears were streaming down my face again. "Riley! Please stop!" I kept ignoring Steve's calls. He was getting on my nerves though.
"Get lost hood!" I screamed as loud as I could and I think that stopped Steve, because I didn't hear him anymore. I saw a bench sitting on the side of the road so I walked over to it and sat down. Why did I have to be so mean to Steve? Why did I have to call him a hood? I had promised myself that I wouldn't be as low as the other Socs, I told myself that I wouldn't call greasers hoods. I did it anyway. I was a disgrace to my whole family. This thought made me laugh, because no one in my family loved me, except maybe my little sister. That was it.
I kept on crying while I was on the bench until finally I fell asleep.
"Girl, wake up. Hey girl!" Somebody was shaking me. I looked up into their eyes. It was a guy. He was grinning from ear-to-ear.
"Riley!" He looked at me. "What the hell you doin here? This is the East Side." I stretched and tried to remember who the guy was. Immediately the night before came flashing over my eyes and I felt sick to my stomach. Infact I started crying again. Just remembering about Daphne, Steve liking me,what Sandy did to Soda, and Dally thinking I had the perfect life. It made me sick.. "Riley." The guy sat down next to me and wiped a tear off my face. "Whats wrong?"
Suddenly I remembered the guy was Two-Bit. "Two-Bit. Just get lost. I don't want to deal with you." Then I got up, or more or less tried to get up. I kept falling, because my ankle kept giving out on me.
"Here, don't sweat it. Need help, going wherever you're goin?" Two-Bit slung one of my arms around his shoulder to help support me.
"No. I don't need help. Now get lost." I started walking, a little easier now, toward my house. The thing I needed was a nice,long, hot bath. I didn't care if my family was home or not. They could go to Timbuktu for all I cared. Two-Bit didn't try to follow me. He walked off in the other direction. Probably going to get the gang or something and act like I was a showpiece that he saw sleeping.
It took me longer then usual to get home because of my ankle. But when I made it home, forunately for me my mom or dad wasn't home. Huh, showed how much they cared about me. I went up the stairs and turned the water on really hot. I let if fill up and then I got in. I stayed in it for about an hour. I saw my razor once and slit my legs with it, but not my arms.
I had been looking at my arms in the mirror and they looked horrible. They had scratches up and down and every which way. I was feeling a little better when I got out of the tub, but not much.
A/N~ Good? Bad? Review please! Anyway if you're wondering why this chapter is long and has a lot of negative stuff in it, I'm sorry. I was mad when I wrote this story and I had to get it all out at once. Ok..anyway please review! Thanks so much..I mean thanks if you review! I think this is my longest chap yet? I dunno?
