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It was the middle of November about 2 weeks before Thanksgiving. I was playing cards in the lounge with Cherry and a group of her friends. Cherry sat to my left and this guy named James who used to run with Bob and Randy was sitting to my right. James had been obviously hitting on me all night and it was getting hard to ignore him nicely. The card game finally began to break up and people headed off, mostly in pairs.
"Hey Chloe, wanna come get some coffee with me?" I almost said yes when I flashed back suddenly to an image of James beating on Johnny while Bob held me back. I had no idea where that had come from.even being back in Tulsa I hadn't thought of any of that in years.
"No, thank you though," I manage with a small smile. Suddenly Cherry comes up behind me and takes me by the elbow.
"Excuse us for just a moment, James". Cherry said with a gorgeous smile as she dragged me out into the hallway."
"Ow," I said as I took my arm from her grip - for such a tiny thing she had quite the grip.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"I was heading back to the room before you dragged me out here." I said, pretending to be clueless as to what she meant.
"I mean with James, I wouldn't turn him down if I were you, he's well connected and is really going places. A girl would be foolish to not date him."
"I'm sorry," I said quietly "You just wouldn't understand, Cherry, none of you would." I then turned from her and walked out of the building into the cold night air.
I hadn't walked long when I heard someone come up behind me. I kept walking at a brisk pace; I wanted nothing more then to be alone right now.
"Hey" a deep male voice said as he grabbed my elbow and spun me easily around to face him. "I don't appreciate being humiliated"
I looked at James for a moment before responding, pushing back the fears of him from my childhood. "I didn't do anything to humiliate you James and if I did, I'm sorry; that was never my intention."
Oh? Like you never meant this?" He pulled up the sleeve of his shirt to revel a thin yet noticeable scare that ran from his wrist to the middle of his arm. I had done that. I had been out walking with Soda years ago when he and Bob came upon us. Soda had broken a bottle and handed it to me as he had taken out his blade. Bob had gone after Soda and James had come towards me. Not knowing what else to do I lounged at him with the bottle, cutting his wrist and arm. Blood was every where all over us both as he bled like a stuck pig. He and Bob had taken off immediately because of the bleeding. I had almost forgotten about that day. I looked at him in disbelief. "I couldn't have..I'm from Massachusetts." I said quietly, backing up from him without realizing it. "Oh, but you did, and I can see from you face that you remember. I know who you are, Chloe, don't turn me down; I could ruin everything you have here. This nice comfy existence as a Soc, your friendship with Cherry, all down the drain when they find out that you're really a Greaser." I stared at him in disbelief for a moment before turning on my heel and running as fast as I could toward the campus edge. "Think about it Baby." He yelled after me. I ran for what seemed like forever with no destination in mind. Finally I stopped running near a vacant lot and emptied the contents of my stomach into a near by bush. I finally straightened up and looked around me. Directly in front of me was the Curtis' house. It hadn't changed a bit. Even in the semi-light provided by the few unbroken street lights I could see the lawn rather void of grass, and the sagging front porch, the paint chipping from every painted surface. Even from outside I could hear Mickey Mouse on the TV, and the sounds of boys' rough housing. I had no idea if it was my boys though.in five years they could be long gone. Without really thinking I walked over and onto the porch, I raised my hand and knocked.
A/N - I'm really proud of this story and I'm begging you to review! Tell me what you think! No flames though, they make me stop writing for months at a time.
A/N - The more you review the more I update!
It was the middle of November about 2 weeks before Thanksgiving. I was playing cards in the lounge with Cherry and a group of her friends. Cherry sat to my left and this guy named James who used to run with Bob and Randy was sitting to my right. James had been obviously hitting on me all night and it was getting hard to ignore him nicely. The card game finally began to break up and people headed off, mostly in pairs.
"Hey Chloe, wanna come get some coffee with me?" I almost said yes when I flashed back suddenly to an image of James beating on Johnny while Bob held me back. I had no idea where that had come from.even being back in Tulsa I hadn't thought of any of that in years.
"No, thank you though," I manage with a small smile. Suddenly Cherry comes up behind me and takes me by the elbow.
"Excuse us for just a moment, James". Cherry said with a gorgeous smile as she dragged me out into the hallway."
"Ow," I said as I took my arm from her grip - for such a tiny thing she had quite the grip.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"I was heading back to the room before you dragged me out here." I said, pretending to be clueless as to what she meant.
"I mean with James, I wouldn't turn him down if I were you, he's well connected and is really going places. A girl would be foolish to not date him."
"I'm sorry," I said quietly "You just wouldn't understand, Cherry, none of you would." I then turned from her and walked out of the building into the cold night air.
I hadn't walked long when I heard someone come up behind me. I kept walking at a brisk pace; I wanted nothing more then to be alone right now.
"Hey" a deep male voice said as he grabbed my elbow and spun me easily around to face him. "I don't appreciate being humiliated"
I looked at James for a moment before responding, pushing back the fears of him from my childhood. "I didn't do anything to humiliate you James and if I did, I'm sorry; that was never my intention."
Oh? Like you never meant this?" He pulled up the sleeve of his shirt to revel a thin yet noticeable scare that ran from his wrist to the middle of his arm. I had done that. I had been out walking with Soda years ago when he and Bob came upon us. Soda had broken a bottle and handed it to me as he had taken out his blade. Bob had gone after Soda and James had come towards me. Not knowing what else to do I lounged at him with the bottle, cutting his wrist and arm. Blood was every where all over us both as he bled like a stuck pig. He and Bob had taken off immediately because of the bleeding. I had almost forgotten about that day. I looked at him in disbelief. "I couldn't have..I'm from Massachusetts." I said quietly, backing up from him without realizing it. "Oh, but you did, and I can see from you face that you remember. I know who you are, Chloe, don't turn me down; I could ruin everything you have here. This nice comfy existence as a Soc, your friendship with Cherry, all down the drain when they find out that you're really a Greaser." I stared at him in disbelief for a moment before turning on my heel and running as fast as I could toward the campus edge. "Think about it Baby." He yelled after me. I ran for what seemed like forever with no destination in mind. Finally I stopped running near a vacant lot and emptied the contents of my stomach into a near by bush. I finally straightened up and looked around me. Directly in front of me was the Curtis' house. It hadn't changed a bit. Even in the semi-light provided by the few unbroken street lights I could see the lawn rather void of grass, and the sagging front porch, the paint chipping from every painted surface. Even from outside I could hear Mickey Mouse on the TV, and the sounds of boys' rough housing. I had no idea if it was my boys though.in five years they could be long gone. Without really thinking I walked over and onto the porch, I raised my hand and knocked.
A/N - I'm really proud of this story and I'm begging you to review! Tell me what you think! No flames though, they make me stop writing for months at a time.