NOTES TO REVIEWERS:
EnigmaticNightAngel- Yes, lol, Maggie will be in the rumble. At least right now I'm planning on her being in it. Otherwise my plot would be totally messed up lol.
XAmberX- Its a deal, lol. I'm so bored right now with no school I have nothing TO do but right! But yeah I will keep writing. I can't believe I have so many reviews on this story though! It makes me want to keep going. AndI will keep going, I promise! Now, about that sequal, lol. I dunno about that. The way I see sequals on this site don't go too well. But I'll see about it. lol.
WriterAzrael- Thanks a lot! And here' the next chapter! And I know what you mean about hte 30 chapters thing, It'll be the longest story I've written yet.
QTpie4- I know! I hadn't actually planned on making it this way but since pretty much all my reviewers wants romance I decided to throw it in there and this is what I came up with. Thanks for your review lol!
Megan- Thanks a lot for your review it means a lot to me! Here's the next chapter and I really hope you like it!
oOoDancingQueenoOo- Steve's wicked? Not exactly what I was going for but that works too lol! Thanks for your reveiw lol, hope you like this chapter.
sokkazukofan- I know, but on who? lol. THAT IS THE QUESTION! Thanks for the review lol!
Maggie walked over to Tim's car, which Steve was currently fixing, and climbed in the back seat. The familiar smell of cigarette, leather, and cologne made her feel all light headed and bubbly inside.
"Tim's not the type of person you need to be involved with, Maggie." she could hear Steve saying from under the car. "And you know Dallas wouldn't like it." he added.
"Why would you care anyway?" Maggie snapped back bitterly. "You stick to your girls and I'll stick to my guys." she got slowly out of the car and walked around to Stand next to the car so she could talk to Steve better.
"I know Dallas wouldn't like it Steve but Dally isn't going to be there for the rest of my life. I know he's not. I need to start making my own decisions! I can't help what I feel and I'm certainly not going to stop it."
"It doesn't matter what you feel Maggie!" Steve snapped back as he rolled himself out from under the car to stand in front of her. "He's gonna screw you over as soon as he gets what he wants from you."
"And you would know wouldn't you, Steve?" Maggie asked suddenly, her voice harsh and cold. She stood there for a few seconds, watching the hurt on Steve's face grow and suddenly turn into anger. She walked towards the side door before she could say anymore, not wanting to anger him further.
"Maggie!" Steve yelled after he but she kept on walking. She walked for hours, not even stopping when her stomach was starting to give her the worst pain imaginable. What was she supposed to do? Go back to the garage and let Steve chew her out some more? Like he had any room to talk anyway. Dating Evie just because he wanted a casual "fuck" or something, and he was lecturing her on not dating Tim Shepard. She finally slowed her pace as the park came into view, she only had about a 10 minute walk till she got back to the Curtis. But, of course, by that time it was starting to deliver a light drizzle and was starting to darken even more and spit out heavier faster rain. Maggie just simply covered up her face with her hood and kept walking. She knew Darry would be pissed and would give her a life long lecture, but she really didn't care. Sometimes she just needed to get away every now and then. To have some time alone.
She was almost amazed by how fast the whole year had went by. Dally finding her and her meeting the rest of the gang. It had seemed like just yesterday when she was crying her eyes out just after her parents had died. It seemed like just yesterday when she was getting beat by her sister's Soc boyfriend and walking down the street crying. She still didn't know where she would have ended up if it was for Dallas and the rest of the gang. She could have been in the grave on this day, but she wasn't. And it was all because of gang.
"Maggie!" a familiar voice yelled from behind her, followed by splashes of water. Maggie turned around slowly and tried to squint through all the rain. She could just barely make out Tim's figure. The rain was starting to beat down on the pavement so hard it was making little smacking sounds and Maggie was surprised she had even heard his yell to begin with.
She slowly walked towards Tim, her heart making a loud thudding sound in her chest, almost making the rain inaudible.
"What are you doing here?" she yelled to Tim as they both met in the middle.
"Saw you walking in the rain." he said coldly, light glinting off of his unshaven chin. Maggie nodded slowly. They stood there for a while in silence. Maggie letting her eyes travel slowly down Tim's body for the second time. He was in a white beater, which was now soaking wet, and a pair of jeans and boots. His boots weren't laced and it looked like he had just thrown them on and ran out of the house. She still couldn't get over how well Tim's abs were chiseled and how perfect he looked in just the right amount of moon light. He was almost like some kind of god that no girl could ever resist. Some god that every girl got pulled to, and then ended up with a broken heart.
She finally snapped herself back to reality and noticed that Tim was staring at her. She blushed slightly and looked down, feeling foolish for just standing there and staring at him.
"I guess I'll see you later." Maggie said softly and turned around to leave. Tim yet again caught her by her wrist and pulled her to him, hugging her to him by the waist. Her knees got weak and her head started to spine. Out of all people, why had Tim Shepard chosen her to get close to? Out of all those greasy, tough sluts he chose her. And it amazed and frightened her.
She let out a slow, shaky breath before she could find her voice. "Why me?"
Tim paused for a moment before chuckling coldly and running his right hand down her smooth pale cheek, leaving his other one wrapped around her waist. Maggie was about to ask him again but was caught off guard by Tim's mouth crashing against hers in pure beautiful bliss. Maggie replied after a few seconds, opening her mouth to let his tounge slip inside her mouth and play with her own tounge. He was so much more skilled than his brother and Maggie felt like she could barely keep up. She found herself wondering after a while if he was feeling that same heavy thumping in his chest as she was, or if she was just another innocent girl he was going to take the innocence out of. None the less though, she continued the small battle with their tounges, savoring every moment that she was in his arms. She shivered as Tim's hand snaked up her sweat shirt and rested on the bare skin on her back. His hand was cold and wet and Maggie was enjoying every moment of it.
When they finally stopped for a breather Maggie was speechless and Tim still hadn't removed his hand off of the small of her back. She looked up into his deep cold chocolate brown eyes. They still showed no emotion. No pity, no love, no nothing. Just cold, black, deep nothingness.
Maggie looked down at the ground as Tim ran his hand slowly up and down her back, making every inch of her skin crawl with delight. She shivered a little bit before looking up at Tim again, not able to keep herself away. He smirked down at her, cocky and arrogant. She couldn't help but smile back. He leaned down towards her again and caught her in another breath taking kiss. This one only lasting a few seconds before he broke away.
"I'll see ya around, Maggie." he said before walking off in the direction of his house. She watched as he figure slowly disappeared in the dark rain. She nodded her head slowly to herself. She knew she was probably only a little girl to him. A little girl that he could play around with and break her heart. But it still felt good.
The Next Night
"Hey, Maggie!" Dally said as he walked into the Curtis house. Maggie looked up from the t.v and smiled a little at Dallas. All their previous fights had disappeared and the only thing in Maggie's mind was the previous night with Tim.
"Hey." she said back, letting her eyes drift back to the t.v.
"Tim's having a party to celebrate the rumble coming up and I figured you might wanna come. Since the rumble was started by you."
"I don't think Darry would let me." Maggie said, almost excited if it wasn't for the big factor called Darry.
"I already talked to him." Dallas said, waving his hand carelessly. "Go get dressed, we're leaving by 10:00." Maggie nodded eagerly and walked as fast as she could to Soda and Pony's room without hurting her stomach. She walked to the closet and yanked open the doors, instantly searching for something to wear. She looked and looked and looked, finding nothing but the ordinary baggy tee shirts she wore. She searched deeper into her side of the closet and gasped when she found a shirt that had been her sisters. It was a small white tank top that Dolly used to wear under their father's leather jacket. Maggie had thought her sister was some kind of goddess and had wished to have the kind of body her sister had when she was little. She pulled the shirt off its hanger and through it on the bed, not even worrying that she didn't have a leather jacket to wear over it. She went to the dresser and threw out every pair of jeans until she got to the bottom of the drawer where he special jeans laid. They were the jeans she had only worn once in her life. They were tight and hugged her hip just right, making her look like she had an even more stunning figure then she really did have. They were dark but had faded thighs, knees, and shines. They were perfect for the occasion.
She threw them on the bed next to the tank top and opened another drawer, pulling out a different white bra and a small black thong. She shut the bedroom door before pulling off her clothes and pulling on her underwear and pants. She slipped off her shirt and then her bra, making a small pile on the floor.
"Maggie.." Dally's voice flowed through the door followed by the opening of the door.
"Dallas!" Maggie shrieked in panic and covered herself up. Maggie shut the door quickly, followed by his cold chuckling outside the door.
"We don't have all day." his voice said once more.
"Alright." Maggie said softly before slipping her bra on quickly. She pulled her shirt on next and straightened it out before walking towards the door and opening it to reveal Dally. She blushed deeply and looked down at the ground, hoping he hadn't seen anything. She followed him into the living to find Darry in his chair.
"No drinking!" Darry said immediately when he saw her. "I'm only letting you go cause I know that you deserve it. But you know what the doctor said, with your kidney's your body can't handle to disgust so much beer." Maggie nodded.
"Don't worry, Darry, I won't." she reassured him with a small smile before giving him a small hug, wincing when she hurt her stomach again.
"And no dancing either." he added as Dally and Maggie made there way to the door. "You might hurt your stomach."
"I'll be fine Darry." she reassured again and waved before walking out the door and getting into Dally's stolen car. She watched out the window as they made there way to the Shepard house. Her hands were sweaty and shaky and her arms had goosebumps.
"What's wrong with you?" Dally asked as he came to a stop outside the Shepard house. Maggie shrugged simply before getting out of the car. She waited for Dally before she opened the door and stepped in. The usual smoke smell and pounding music meeting her.
"I'm gonna go find some ladies." Dally said before disappearing. Maggie nodded slowly.
"Great." she mumbled as she looked around the party, hoping to see Soda or Steve or even Two Bit, but there was no such luck. She moved her eyes around the crowd, the house was full of greaser sluts and gang members from Tulsa and Brumely. Some of them good looking and some just down right scary. She moved herself slowly into the kitchen where it was less crowded and made herself a glass of water. She moved back over to the doorway and leaned up against it, still searching the crowd. She could see Dally flirting with some red head who obviously was Sylvia. Her hear was long curly and greasy, her red lipstick running off her lips a little and her eyes caked with makeup. Maggie snarled a bit. Dally had the trashiest taste in girls.
She moved her eyes more through the crowd until her eyes fell on Curly, also flirting with some greaser slut. Maggie was suddenly glad that he hadn't scene her yet and quickly looked away so you could prevent him from doing so.
Finally her eyes rested on Tim, sitting on a couch smirking at some guys who were sitting next to him. He looked as hot as ever in a plain black beater and a pair of jeans. She let her eyes wonder up and down his body before returning to his face. He was truly a piece of art. She watched as he took a drink of a bottle of vodka in his hand and smirked some more.
What am I doing here, she asked herself as she sighed and moved back into the kitchen. She hardly knew anyone here and she really didn't want to know any of them either. She set her glass of water on the counter and started making her way through the crowd to the door. She was stopped when someone put a hand on her shoulder. She turned around to see Dally, the red head attached to his side.
"I'll be back pretty soon, Mags. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Dally chuckled harshly, obviously drunk off his ass. Maggie nodded and watched as he let the girl lead him upstairs. She snarled again before turning around only to find another guy blocking her way. He was tall, about the size of Dally but a little bit more muscular. He had dark black hair that was spiked up at the top of his head and deep piercing green eyes. Maggie sighed, only she would get stopped by some greaser from Brumly. She could tell he was Brumely from his clothes and the way he stood, slouched but confident.
"Wanna dance?" he whispered in her ear. Maggie was about to tell him sorry that she couldn't but he grabbed her land and started leading her further into the crowd, more away from the door and closer to the back of the house. Maggie tried to protest but there wasn't enough room for her to do anything, plus the music was too loud for him to hear anything that she would have said.
They finally stopped about 15 feet away from where Tim was sitting on the couch with his buddies but Maggie highly doubted he could see her, or that he was really paying attention. The guy turned around so that he was facing her and grabbed hold of both of her hands. He moved in closer to her as he raised her hands up towards the ceiling with his. She winced when her stomach sent a few shocking pains to the rest of her body.
"I can't." she managed to chock.
"Shh." he shushed her and got even closer. Maggie hissed and shoved him away.
"I can't." she told him more firmly as she held on to her stomach. Anger was rising in her and she really didn't want to deal with this guy right now.
"Listen," Maggie started angrily, "I don't give a shit how tough you are or where you come from, I said I don't want to dance, asshole! So leave it that way!" she said, still quiet enough not to cause a scene. He made a clucking sound with his tounge and moved closer to her again, running his hand down her cheek.
"Such a fiery temper." he whispered in her ear again. Maggie flinched back and glared at him.
"Problem?" a deep cold voice asked from beside her before an arm was swung around her shoulder. She caught the glimpse of a vodka bottle and realized that it was Tim.
"No, no problem!" the guy snapped back. "I was just trying to dance with this pretty girl right here when you stepped in."
"Well, I'm sure this pretty girl right here," Tim started to answer back told and leaned down to look her in the eyes, they were still deep and cold but Maggie had a feeling of reassurance when she looked into them. "has my name written all over her."
The guy in front of them snorted and laughed coldly. "Then I guess you cheat on your girls a lot. Either that, or your girl right there's a whore." he spate angrily. Maggie's face took on a look of rage and anger and she sprang forward, putting her fist up at the same time.
"You mother-" she started to say before her fist met his nose. He took a couple of steps backwards before looking up again and smirking at her.
"You hit like a whore, too." he said, laughing again as he whipped the blood away from his nose. Maggie's hand was grabbed by someone in the crowd and pulled out of the way just in time for Tim to leap forward and deliver a huge punch to the guy's stomach. He doubled over coughing and heaving for air. Maggie turned around quickly to see who had grabbed her hand and found Steve, Evie was still back in the crowd, scowling at her. Steve was watching every move of the fight, only glancing at Maggie once before turning his attention back to the fight. Everyone knew that Tim was going to win but they still loved the thrill of a good fight. This was now the second fight Maggie had been into in one week and her stomach was now aching worse than it had the day she had been punched there. She watched as Tim punched the guy one last time in the mouth before dropping his passed out body on the floor. Maggie sighed heavily, glad that it was finally over.
She watched as Tim walked slowly towards her, blood trickling down his chin. She was feeling so many emotion at the time she didn't know which one was stronger the feeling of fright or the feeling of intense want for guy walking towards her. Just as Tim had reached her her grabbed her hand and started leading her upstairs. She followed him great fully, wanting to get away from all the stares. When they were finally up stairs Tim stopped and took a deep heavy breath. Maggie sighed and pulled him into the bathroom where she sat him down on the toilet and set to work on cleaning his cut lip and bleeding knuckles.
"Do I really punch like a whore?" Maggie asked suddenly as she cleaned his lip. She was really just trying to get Tim to talk and keep him up and going. He grunted and grinned evilly.
"I wouldn't know. You've never punched me." Maggie smiled.
"Be careful what you wish for. It just might happen some day."