Nancy's POV
As I walked down the corridor at school going to my locker to get my stuff I suddenly heard a lot of commotion behind me and when I turned around I saw two greasers pushing each other, I went a little closer to see that it wasn't anyone I knew. It wasn't. The guy I had hit with Mike's car, Curly was slamming another guy up against a locker. That grin he had had on his face yesterday was gone and in its place was an evil smirk.
I stood frozen looking at them as they fought, the other greaser trying to get away from Curly's punches. Somehow Curly noticed me watching them and he met my eyes, his blue eyes showed nothing but raw, emotionless fury and I felt my eyes being locked on his in fascination. As he had lost his concentration the other guy landed a blow to his face and Curly swore in surprise and anger and staggered backwards a few steps, but soon the fight was back on and Curly was sitting on top of the other slugging him.
I walked of having seen enough. But that look in his eyes followed me, that animalistic rage, it was beautiful. I had always been fascinated with human emotions, especially the ones to do with anger. I trained boxing five days a week. Girls weren't allowed to but Mike had fixed it for me, since he knew the trainer. It was Mike who had gotten me into it in the first place, he said I had the perfect built for a boxer because of my broad back and shoulders and since he almost never paid me any attention I gave it a try just to spend some time with him and I loved it. Of course he had only taken me there and introduced me to the trainer and then left, but still I kept training. Now I was always watching every fight I saw, looking at the faults they made and getting tips on new moves, but there wasn't much I could use, greaser fighting was nothing like boxing except for the slouching. I wasn't allowed to go matches so I only did some sparring with the boys who trained there but nothing to serious, I didn't fight outside of the gym, had never really had a reason to since I always avoided the soc's.
When I was opening my locker I heard someone jogging behind me.
"Hey Forrester" someone called, I didn't turn around afraid it would be one of the guys from my class, they were always saying I was a bore because I didn't go with them to parties and movies and stuff, I had a feeling it was my friend Evie's fault, she was dating the guy who was harassing me the most, Steve Randle. It wasn't that I didn't like them, they were great, but I just wasn't much into being the third wheel and I would have been because every body else in that gang of friends had boyfriends and girlfriends except for me. I couldn't really see the fun in watching a bunch of greasers make out.
"What's her name?" I heard an annoyed voice asking someone behind me and I heard a girl's voice answer something but it was to low for me to hear.
"Hey Nancy" I felt a warm hand on my shoulder and as I turned around I came face to face with Curly. His eyes were piercing through mine, velvet blue and hard as iron.
"Thanks for making me lose my concentration" he said smirking as he lighted up a cigarette. His nose was bleeding, a trickle finding its way down his chin slowly and he wiped it away with the back of his hand.
"You both deaf and mute" he asked grinning but his eyes were still cold.
"No" I managed to get out putting my books in my bag and closing my locker. I didn't say anything else as I walked out of school. Curly was right next to me though and I wondered why he was following me.
"So if you can talk why don't you?" he asked turning his face towards me, a smug smile on his face. The ice in his eyes seemed to have melted slightly.
"Don't know" I answered honestly, I didn't know what to say to him, I had never been any good at talking to strangers I didn't even like strangers.
"Anyways, just wanted to ask you why you're never at parties and stuff?" he drawled taking a drag from his cigarette. I didn't know how to answer that cause most of the time I wondered that myself, Mike obviously didn't want me to hang with his friends and going with Evie and her friends weren't on the top of my to-do list.
"Mike's friends are his, I've got my own" I said. It wasn't really true though, I didn't have many friends, at school I had but not when I got home, I was always training and I don't know, I guess it was a spiral that I got dragged further down with all the time. I was mostly alone.
"Wish my sis was like that" Curly said scornfully as he tossed the cigarette away.
"Who's your sister?" I asked curiously. He turned to look at me a small smile on the corner of his lips.
"Angela"
"Angela…?" I said wanting her last name, there were a few Angelas I knew of at school.
"Shepard" he added looking at me like I should have known that. And then it clicked, him and Tim were brothers that's why they had looked alike and there sister were Angel. I knew who she was; she was small and pretty, very loud and had a lot of friends. I had always wanted to be more like her, she was two years younger then me only fourteen, but she was acting like she was much older. She always seemed to have so much fun with her friends and she had the guts to say and do whatever she wanted. I envied her.
"You know her?" Curly asked his eyes sparkling with curiosity. I just shook my head.
"She seems nice" I added and I heard him snort.
"Things aren't always as they seem" he said grinning at his own joke. I couldn't help but smile.
We were at my house now and I stopped and turned to him, he was standing looking around him, his hands in his pockets. His black curly hair was blowing in the wind; I suppose no amount of grease could hold that hair down. He was looking at me now smiling.
"Bye" I said opening the small gate to our lawn, my feet dragging behind me. I felt my feet stop moving completely and I turned to look at him, he was also standing still looking at the ground in front of him, his brows furrowed as if he was thinking. Suddenly he looked up.
"Yeah, bye…" he said and tore his eyes away from me and walked away in a quick pace.
Mike's POV
I didn't even have time to take a seat at the Dingo before I heard Curly say he talked to Nancy, his face lit up by a smug smile. I had time to see Tim put his elbow in his ribs and Curly winced slightly from the pain swearing at his brother, before I grabbed his by the front of his shirt and hauled him up, his face and inch from mine.
"You stay away from her you little shit" I spat at him but he still smiled his eyes dancing and I realized he liked it, liked pissing me off. So I just glared at him and threw him down his seat again.
Tim was fixing his eyes on mine, calculating and questioning. He was trying to read my feelings and I knew it wasn't that hard for him to do, we had known each other for to long. I didn't even try to conceal my feelings to him, I trusted him with them. But Curly I didn't trust he was a slick little bastard who enjoyed getting on peoples nerves. He and Tim were nothing alike. Tim was sly but not in a backstabbing sort of way like his brother, he was a born leader, a smart guy. And I gave him a look that clearly told him to keep his brother away from my sister and Tim nodded silently at me telling me he had got the message. Curly was already in a brainless conversation with one of the other guys so I just ignored him confident that Tim would take care of it.
Hope you like it! I haven't decided if she's gonna fall in love with anyone and in that case with who, so if you have any suggestions please tell me! Tack!
