Author's Notes: Thank you for the reviews! The more reviews I get the more inspiration I get. Thank you for the person who commented on not having some made-up girl is one of the main focuses. I really appreciate it. This chapter is for you.

Chapter Two

I didn't see much of Kiera for the next few days. Sometimes she would stop in for a few minutes before leaving again. She had the social life of a soc. She had about everything, but the thing was she didn't act like a soc.

It was in the afternoon when I woke up to some voices in my room. One of which was Kiera's and the other was a voice that seemed familiar. I couldn't place the name to that girl's voice. Opening my eyes I saw Kiera this time the reddish-brown hair rested down on her shoulders in little waves. Then that one broad I tried to pick up a while ago.Cherry I think. I mean her hair was bright red.

"Just in time," Kiera commented to me as she roamed back over to me. This time she was actually smiling, not at me but about something else. But still she had a nice smile. "It's the complicated medicine time again, lucky you."

I didn't answer, just looked at her than at Cherry. Cherry was looking away, avoiding looking at me. I guess that broad still hated me. Looking back at Kiera I still didn't say anything.

"Here you go," Kiera said as she handed me the nasty tasting medicine and a cup of water. "I left this medicine here, so when you can't sleep you can just take it and it'll knock you out. You have a lot of nightmares.. it might help you."

Raising an eyebrow I took the medicine then gestured to Cherry. "What she doing here?" It was true. I was having nightmares, I guess. But it was mostly bad dreams. And I don't even need to say whom it's about.

"That's Sherri Valance, or just Cherry. You all ready know her. We're friends," Kiera said to me then looked at Cherry. "Hey, Cherry, is this that bad ass that was bothering you at the movies?"

For the first time, Cherry looked at me. I had forgotten how good she looked. Nodding at Kiera said in a vague voice, "Yeah that's the hood that was bothering me."

"I knew it," Kiera said with a little laugh and just grinned. Looking back at me she then said. "I probably won't come by tomorrow. Going to be so tired that I'm just going to stay home all day. So see you whenever I come back."

"Where you going?" I asked still looking at Cherry. Cherry had folded her arms again, getting impatient not even glancing at me again. Damn that broad hated me; I mean she wouldn't even look at me. Then it struck me. I hadn't thought of Johnny for the last few minutes.

"To a concert," Kiera said grabbing her jacket. "Oh Cherry, I got the money to pay you back for that ticket you bought for me." She said to Cherry pulling out some bills and handed them to Cherry.

"I'll met you outside, Kiera," Cherry said to Kiera taking the money. Watching as Kiera left Cherry looked back at me. She looked as if she still hated me, she wouldn't look me in the eyes or anything.

"I thought you hated me," I commented amused by the way she was acting. Trying to sit up again, I then gave up after the pain in my chest became too much. Sometimes it even hurt to talk.

"I do. I just wanted to say." Cherry stopped for a moment with a sigh and gazed at the plain floor as if it was interesting. "That I'm sorry about Johnny. He was a good kid."

I looked away now out the window. I was angry again about Johnny dying those damn socs.taking away something that I needed. And a soc was saying that she was sorry! When the whole thing was her fault!

"I better go now," She said quietly turning to leave now. She hadn't looked at me again. I could hear her sad tone. She wasn't sad about Johnny she was sad about her boyfriend, that soc, Bob I think was his name. I heard the door shut behind her.

Resting my head against the pillow I felt some tears well in my eye. Closing my eyes trying to get a hold my feelings. I sighed feeling that rage again. Why couldn't I just have died back there? I didn't want to be around here. Constantly being reminded of how sorry everyone was that Johnny was dead. Why did they fucking care! Why did they always have to remind me of what I lost?

This time the tears came out, I didn't want to cry. It was shameful to cry. You know, it just wasn't a tuff thing to do. But sometimes I even cried. Dally Winston, the tuff hood from New York being thrown in prison when he was ten. Dally Winston, the one who hated everything and everyone. Dally Winston the one who loved Johnny but lost him. Dally Winston the "bad ass" that everyone discarded because he wasn't perfect.

Dally Winston, the hood that never felt anything.