***A/N: Okay, I haven't got much to say to any of you, sorry, you all know
the disclaimers, I only own Zelda, Yvonne, and now Tony, and not that
Corvair, damn, cuz that's in the book. I re-read the book and fixed the
previous chapters so Soda is not in school (he's a dropout remember?) And
maybe I fixed some other stuff, I dunno, I do this late at night, so give
me a break. Looks like I had more to say than I thought, lol, Thanks again
MissLKid for the help, you've been, well, a great help, lol, and Lulu, you
got the Darry part right, but the parent story is a bit more complicated
than that, it's kinda interweaved into the main plot so you'll just have to
wait it out. I'm sorry, but it's nice to see my side plots keeping people
interested. Okay, back to writing.***
The next morning Zelda made sure to arm herself. A bowie knife in her combat boot and a folding knife in her pocket was all she needed, she was a pro at using them both. Yvonne drove Zelda to school where she rushed past the teaming mass of Socs waiting by that red Corvair. She was pulled into her first period by Steve, but it turned our, second period they were to be separated. Steve had an English class he had failed the previous year, while Zelda had a study hall.
Zelda decided to go on a walk, around the library, maybe catch some fumes before the next class. She heard a familiar rumbling engine and looked up. She had made her way to the parking lot where a smaller gang of Soc were eyeing her from in, on, and around that red Corvair. They nudged each other and made their way over to Zelda. There were five of them, sober and haughty. They were cocky preps that were over six feet, because they were a good head taller than Zelda who knew she was six feet at least. "Hey, you the new girl?"
Zelda turned the knife over and over in her pocket as they fan out around her.
"Heard Tony talking about you," the guy talking seemed to be their leader. He wasn't all that bad to look at with light brown hair, semi-Beatle style and brown eyes. He was way to clean cut for Zelda, she liked guys with hair who didn't mind getting a little grit under their nails.
"Yeah, so, what of it?" Zelda wanted to know.
These guys had guts approaching her in the school yard. "We were just wondering what you were doing this weekend. Maybe you wanted to hang with us." It was that same sneering, snobby voice that belonged to the leader.
Zelda tried her hardest not to laugh and succeeded in a snort. "Sorry, I'm working."
"You got a job already?" A guy asked with a laugh.
"Where you workin? Maybe we'll stop by?" Another guy added in.
"It's outta your territory,"She told the second kid. To the first one she said, "So? You guys'll probably never have to work a day in your pointless lives. Give a little credit to those of us that do, don't forget we're the ones that make the world go round."
"I'll bet that's not the only thing you make go round," another kid laughed outright.
Out of instinct Zelda grabbed her knife. Thinking better of it, she mule- kicked someone behind her and heard him fall to the ground with a thud.
The guys began to close in on her and the stench of English Leather after shave and stale tobacco was suffocating her. Then suddenly she was tackled by an unknown force. It shocked not only her, but the Socs who backed up a little. Zelda's attacker was a boy her height but definitely older, and malnourished, because he was lean and scrappy. He had brown hair that looked almost reddish, accented by his rust-colored side burns. He had grey eyes that twinkled with mischief and she couldn't help but smile as he helped her to her feet. He was definitely Greaser material with ratty jeans, an old leather jacket and a mickey mouse shirt. "Sorry bout that," he said dusting her off. He was kinda cute.
"Hey Grease," the leader said, "She's ours."
The boy looked at his prize, a blonde, his favorite, she wore hand-me-down carpenter jeans and a beater, then looked back at the Socs, "I don't think she's your type." He said with a grin.
Zelda grinned at the boy's back as the Socs recovered.
"What're you trying to do, be her knight in shining armor?" A kid taunted, "She doesn't look to be that easy."
"Glad to see someone around here has brains," Zelda growled.
The Greaser laughed, "C'mon, lets get outta here babe."
Zelda stiffened, she trusted Greasers more than Socs, but not ones that gave her pet names. Tightening her grip on her knife, Zelda followed the Greasers exit as he turned a corner. "Don't try anything," she warned him with a growl.
"Hey, I just saw a fellow Greaser in trouble, them Socs don't really bother a Greaser broad unless she's a real looker. And boy, have they got a fix on you."
Zelda snorted, "I'll kick their asses if they try anything."
"You can try, but they travel in packs, kinda like wolves, with almost identical wolf behavior." He grinned at his own joke and raised an eyebrow at Zelda. "My guys'll take care of you, they're good guys. By the way, m'name's Two Bit."
***A/N: Look our very own Two Bit has appeared, yay! Sorry this one isn't so long.I do have a note to add to-oh shit, whoever was asking about Dally, honey, I wouldn't keep him alive when he's supposed to be dead if I didn't have a use for him. *wink* So give me time, he might make a cameo, lol, oh shit, I jus gave away some of the story. Okay, going to bed...***
The next morning Zelda made sure to arm herself. A bowie knife in her combat boot and a folding knife in her pocket was all she needed, she was a pro at using them both. Yvonne drove Zelda to school where she rushed past the teaming mass of Socs waiting by that red Corvair. She was pulled into her first period by Steve, but it turned our, second period they were to be separated. Steve had an English class he had failed the previous year, while Zelda had a study hall.
Zelda decided to go on a walk, around the library, maybe catch some fumes before the next class. She heard a familiar rumbling engine and looked up. She had made her way to the parking lot where a smaller gang of Soc were eyeing her from in, on, and around that red Corvair. They nudged each other and made their way over to Zelda. There were five of them, sober and haughty. They were cocky preps that were over six feet, because they were a good head taller than Zelda who knew she was six feet at least. "Hey, you the new girl?"
Zelda turned the knife over and over in her pocket as they fan out around her.
"Heard Tony talking about you," the guy talking seemed to be their leader. He wasn't all that bad to look at with light brown hair, semi-Beatle style and brown eyes. He was way to clean cut for Zelda, she liked guys with hair who didn't mind getting a little grit under their nails.
"Yeah, so, what of it?" Zelda wanted to know.
These guys had guts approaching her in the school yard. "We were just wondering what you were doing this weekend. Maybe you wanted to hang with us." It was that same sneering, snobby voice that belonged to the leader.
Zelda tried her hardest not to laugh and succeeded in a snort. "Sorry, I'm working."
"You got a job already?" A guy asked with a laugh.
"Where you workin? Maybe we'll stop by?" Another guy added in.
"It's outta your territory,"She told the second kid. To the first one she said, "So? You guys'll probably never have to work a day in your pointless lives. Give a little credit to those of us that do, don't forget we're the ones that make the world go round."
"I'll bet that's not the only thing you make go round," another kid laughed outright.
Out of instinct Zelda grabbed her knife. Thinking better of it, she mule- kicked someone behind her and heard him fall to the ground with a thud.
The guys began to close in on her and the stench of English Leather after shave and stale tobacco was suffocating her. Then suddenly she was tackled by an unknown force. It shocked not only her, but the Socs who backed up a little. Zelda's attacker was a boy her height but definitely older, and malnourished, because he was lean and scrappy. He had brown hair that looked almost reddish, accented by his rust-colored side burns. He had grey eyes that twinkled with mischief and she couldn't help but smile as he helped her to her feet. He was definitely Greaser material with ratty jeans, an old leather jacket and a mickey mouse shirt. "Sorry bout that," he said dusting her off. He was kinda cute.
"Hey Grease," the leader said, "She's ours."
The boy looked at his prize, a blonde, his favorite, she wore hand-me-down carpenter jeans and a beater, then looked back at the Socs, "I don't think she's your type." He said with a grin.
Zelda grinned at the boy's back as the Socs recovered.
"What're you trying to do, be her knight in shining armor?" A kid taunted, "She doesn't look to be that easy."
"Glad to see someone around here has brains," Zelda growled.
The Greaser laughed, "C'mon, lets get outta here babe."
Zelda stiffened, she trusted Greasers more than Socs, but not ones that gave her pet names. Tightening her grip on her knife, Zelda followed the Greasers exit as he turned a corner. "Don't try anything," she warned him with a growl.
"Hey, I just saw a fellow Greaser in trouble, them Socs don't really bother a Greaser broad unless she's a real looker. And boy, have they got a fix on you."
Zelda snorted, "I'll kick their asses if they try anything."
"You can try, but they travel in packs, kinda like wolves, with almost identical wolf behavior." He grinned at his own joke and raised an eyebrow at Zelda. "My guys'll take care of you, they're good guys. By the way, m'name's Two Bit."
***A/N: Look our very own Two Bit has appeared, yay! Sorry this one isn't so long.I do have a note to add to-oh shit, whoever was asking about Dally, honey, I wouldn't keep him alive when he's supposed to be dead if I didn't have a use for him. *wink* So give me time, he might make a cameo, lol, oh shit, I jus gave away some of the story. Okay, going to bed...***