Chapter Seven

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It was about a week after we first kissed that the gang started to finally notice the relationship between us. I dunno, maybe it was how we always walked close to eachother on the sidewalk, how we would lie next to eachother on the couch, or all the trips I took to the lot. After finally seeing us hold hands, Dally was the first to speak out.

I was sitting in the Curtis' kitchen contemplating what I would cook tonight in exchange for a night when he came in and sat on the table, right next to where I was sitting in the chair. Looking down on me, I raised my eyebrows at his cold blue eyes, shivering on the inside by how...menacing he looked.

"So, I heard that you and Johnny are getting a little friendly. Seen it actually." he said.

"And?" I asked, seeing where this conversation was going. Johnny is what you can call the pet of the gang. Nobody ever wants to hurt him and they're always extra nice to him, like he had special needs.

"If you hurt him in any way." he said, putting his face right up to mine, "You won't be a very happy girl."

I pretty much sunk down in my chair at that point.

I'd hate to hear what he would say if Johnny was a girl and I was a guy.

Actually, I probably wouldn't hear anything. I would just get beat up.

School. School was my savior, my safe haven, where nothing bad could happen. I also liked learning new things. Yes, I like to learn. Got a problem with that?

Global Issues a.k.a. History had to be one of my favorite classes. All the current events were bunched up into one hour long class where we could actually relax. Unlike other classes, we were allowed to state our opinions on things and what we thought about what was happening. Yes, I could do that in English, but getting shot down everytime for "not being correct" turned me away from my dream of being a writer.

I mean, wouldn't it be cooler to be a member of the UN? I could make a change in this world and get people thinking in different terms.

"Olivia, do you have the answer for number 21?" Mr. Potor, my Algebra II teacher asked me.

"Um, 8xy squared plus 21x cubed?" I said, hoping it was right.

"Good. Now, for number 22..."

I let out a sigh of relief. Algebra was a different story. I mean, I liked it and all, more than the impossibility of Geometry, but sometimes I just sucked. Worksheet after worksheet would be handed in and the red marks would just add up. I was able to get a tutor to get me back on track, so thankfully I was maintaning a healthy B.

It wasn't my idea to go wandering at night. Well, it was, seeing that I needed to get out of the Curtis' house. Too much chaos dominated that house and I couldn't get one moment of silence unless I wanted to stuff toilet tussue in my ears.

Scuffling my feet along the sidewalk, I thought about how stupid it was for me to be walking alone at night where anything could happen. The night was just so clear and actually warm, so I couldn't really stay in.

Sauntering into the park, I lay on one of the carved in benches and looked up towards the sky. It sucked how I could never find the Big Dipper. I mean, everybody else could, but not me. Impossible.

I should've gotten up when I heard the low rumble of a car slow and headlights suddenly turn off. I should've ran away when I heard the yelling in my direction.

"Hey Grease!" a guy, not sure who, yelled at me. Opening my eyes I looked up to see three guys standing over me, menacing grins on their faces.

"Well, aren't you going to say anything?" the one with the blue jacket said. I kept my mouth closed. If I said something smartass...you can guess the outcome.

"Come on honey." one of the guys said, pulling me up by the back of my head and pulling my hair. "Why don't you say something." He pulled my face close to his. Not knowing what to do, I grabbed his arm and dug my nails in his skin.

"Bitch!" he said, throwing me on the ground. "Don't you know who you're talking to?" he asked as I tried to push myself up off the ground.

"The biggest bastard who is only known for throwing something?" I spat out. Shit.

Kicking me in my stomach, I curled up in pain.

No. They weren't going to get me again.

One of them, I'm not sure who, put his foot on the side of my head, twising it so my cheek grinded into the the gravel. I yelled out, not to anyone in particular. Just so someone anyone could hear me.

"GET OFF ME!" I screamed, whacking my fist into his shin. Feeling his foot release, I jumped up, kicking the first guy I saw in the groin and sprinting for safety.

I could tell they were following me, so I just pushed myself harder.

"DALLY!" I yelled, coming out of the park, thankfully seeing him walk by. He hated me the most, but I knew somehow he wouldn't hurt me.

"Olivia? What the hell happened to you?" he asked as I ran up to him. The guys chasing me stopped short when they saw Dally. Guessing they probably saw the gun stuck in the side of his jeans, they backed up a little bit.

"So, you think it's okay." Dally began, advancing on them. "To chase someone who didn't do shit through the park? Because it's not okay by me."

"Dally." I said. "Just leave it, I'm fine."

Seeing it as a breakaway, the guys quickly got into their car and drove away.

"Shit, I could've gotten them Olivia." he said. Pulling out a napkin out of his pocket, he pressed it to the side of my face to stop the bleeding.

"It wouldn't have done anything." I said, taking the napkin from him and pressing it to my cheek myself.

Letting out a sigh, Dally looked around.

"What were you thinking anyway, walking around at night?"

"I'm guessing nothing."

"Let's get you home." he said.

It's not a friendship, just an act of kindness. But a start at that.

Blehh. I'm tired. Sorry I'm so lazy and don't update as often. But I hope you enjoyed anyways.