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11 - Sandy

Seth's words echoed in my mind for what seemed like eternity. She was pregnant. Soda's girlfriend. The one who had hurt him? Left for Florida. She was carrying a baby. Soda's baby? Soda had knocked up Sandy or whatever her name was. Maybe.

Seth was staring at me, true concern showing on his face. "I didn't mean to tell you like that, Sybil, but you left me no choice. I just want you to understand what kind of guy that Curtis is."

"Why should I believe you?" my voice sounded miles far away. I spoke those words before I knew it.

"Ask him if you don't trust me. I'm sure if you're really important for him, he will tell you about his ex girlfriend…mother of his child. I think the kid should be about one year old now…no, maybe less…"

Before walking away, Seth added: "I'll be around if you need me, Sybil."

I was feeling weak. And I couldn't think straight. I was hoping Seth was lying, I actually wanted him to lie to me. But he had told me about the rumble; Sodapop hadn't. What was I going to do? Ditch school was out of the question. But maybe I could. Maybe I should. I wouldn't pay much attention even if I stayed. But my father would kill me if he ever found out. Besides, with Lewis and the way he was acting, I didn't want my father to worry anymore than he needed to.

But I had to see Sodapop. I would go crazy if I didn't.

I left the school building. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to drive, since I was kind of oblivious to everything around me. I almost hit a car before I finally reached the DX station.

Soda welcomed me with a big grin. "Hi, Sybil! How come you aren't at school? Not that I mind seeing you…" He stopped talking because he noticed I wasn't smiling at all. "What's the matter? Something bad happened to you?"

"Soda…what…what happened between you and your ex girlfriend?"

"What?" he looked startled. "Why are you asking me?"

I didn't answer. Soda stared at me. "Maybe we should talk about this…later…"

"Just…just tell me it's not true…that your girlfriend…got pregnant and left…" I whispered. I needed to know the truth or I'd lose my mind.

Soda looked like he didn't know what to say. "Who told you? What…how-"

"Just tell me the truth, Soda…"

He lowered his voice, since there were a couple of customers around: "It's true, she was pregnant. But it wasn't me…the child wasn't mine, Sybil..." he sighed. "I loved Sandy, and I wanted to marry her, even when she confessed I wasn't the father of the baby she was carrying, but I guess…she didn't love me, because she preferred to leave…"

I was feeling dizzy. "You wanted to marry her?"

Soda nodded. "I loved her." He repeated. "It was so awful…she left and wouldn't talk to me again. She never phoned, and she never replied to any of the letters I wrote…I wrote so many letters, telling her how much I missed her and how life was like here without her, but she ignored me. I got all those letters back."

Soda and I were standing in a corner, away from the people stopping at the DX. He didn't look like he cared about them, probably because he wasn't working alone and he could talk to me without getting scolded.

"What if the baby was yours…and she lied?" I asked. My voice sounded strange to me. High-pitched.

"Even if she did, she would have told me the truth by now. But I never heard anything from her since she left. It's been more than one year now. I know her, Sybil…no, actually…I thought I knew her. I never thought she could betray me, I never thought she could…" his voice trailed off.

"And you loved her." I whispered. "Do you still love her?"

Soda didn't answer at first. He looked around, like he wanted to make sure no one was listening to us, and then he shook his head. "No. I've been heart-broken too much, and I've been wanting to let go of Sandy for months. But I could never do that…till I met you. Sybil…look at me." He put his hand on my chin and lifted my head, so that I had to stare into his beautiful eyes. "I never…never, ever…wanted to lie to you…but I didn't find it right to tell you about Sandy right after we started going out…because you may have thought I wasn't being serious with you…"

I knew what he meant. So I didn't say anything and he went on. "…I don't want you to think that. I like you a lot…I wish I could say I love you, but it's too soon. If you let me, though…I'm sure someday I will."

"Are you sure I'm not…just…some replacement?" I asked. I was feeling hurt and insecure.

"No. You ain't no replacement. I can tell you everything you wanna hear, but…you have to believe me. All the girls you've seen here, come by only because they like flirting, but they'd never date me, because I'm just some stupid high-school drop-out who puts too much grease in his hair." He slowly said. "You're different. You've always treated me differently. You're beautiful and smart, you're too much for me, I already told you before we started dating…because I knew you deserved better…"

"Soda." It hurt to pronounce his name and I didn't know why. "You're not some stupid high-school drop-out. And I'm not as special as you make me out to be…"

"So…you ain't mad at me?"

"No…but I need to think…I need some time alone… to think."

Soda was staring at me as I left the DX station. I didn't know what to do. I was feeling lonely and miserable. Normally I would talk to my father, who was always there when I needed him, but I couldn't go and tell him something like that. I couldn't talk to Sophie, either: she'd say she had been right about Greasers all along that they were all the same, and all that rubbish. So I drove to Owen's house.

Owen Reynolds was Lewis's best friend. They were the same age and used to go to school together, till Lewis had run away. After the fight with dad, Lewis had gone to stay at Owen's for a while. Owen knew me, of course, so when he opened the door and saw me standing there, he welcomed me and told me to go inside.

"I was looking for Lewis…" I explained, following Owen.

"He should come back soon, he went out to buy some stuff…I convinced my parents to let him stay here with us till he finds some place to live in." Owen was an only child and in my opinion he was very spoilt. "Are you alright, Sybil? You look…"

I cut him off. "Yeah, I just need to talk to Lewis. Are you attending college, by the way?" I wanted to talk about something else.

"I'm attending the Tulsa Community College, and I don't have lessons everyday, so I decided to stay at home. Also because all my friends live in the neighbourhood and I can keep in touch with them more easily." He explained. I didn't really care, but I let him ramble on, till Lewis finally came home.

He was surprised to see me, but he eventually dragged me upstairs, so we could talk. He noticed I didn't look that great.

"What happened, Sybil?"

I couldn't help it. I started crying. Lewis had no choice but hold me till my tears would stop. And it took a long time. After I calmed down, I told him what I had found out about my boyfriend. He didn't even know I had a boyfriend, I hadn't told him when he had come home because he was the one who had done most talking. He listened patiently. When my speech was over, he looked deeply lost in his thoughts. Like he was pondering something extremely important. He didn't speak, though. He just held me, till it was time for me to go home.