A/N: so contrary to popular belief, I have been writing. a lot. i simply have my own forums now and have been working on categories that are not yet available here.
anyways, here's a short-but-meaningful chapter of goddamn hehehe i have the next chappie written already
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I turned over in the bed and brushed Pony's hand away as he tried to shake me awake, moaning. "C'mon, Jamie, get up. Sodapop's gotta drive you to school."
"I ain't goin'," I mumbled into the pillow, turning my back to him.
"Jay, come on." He straddled my knees and began bouncing up and down on the mattress.
Two-Bit stomped in. "What's goin' on?"
"I ain't goin'," I repeated.
"Jamie, we ain't got time for this. It's a quarter after seven! You have to go!"
I just grabbed the top of the sheets and pulled them over my head.
Two-Bit signed, surrendering. "DARRY!"
He moved out into the kitchen where Darry was dishing out breakfast. I heard them talking lowly and knew it was about me. Darry came into Pony's room and stood at the edge of the bed with his arms folded. "Jay, get up."
"I'm not fucking going!" I yelled.
Darry yanked the blanket off of my feet and pulled it off of me. "Watch your mouth, Jamie. Now get out of bed."
"No. I'm not going!"
Darry just crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't care if you have to go there by ambulance. You're going to school."
I leaned up on my elbows. "What the hell do you care? You don't want me to go to nowhere and see him anyways!"
Who the said 'he' was didn't need to be told. Everyone knew.
Pony just stroked my back soothingly.
Darry's patience had worn too thin. His jaw worked in thought and eventually he just threw his arms up in frustration. "Forget it."
"Forget you," I seethed, grabbing up my purse and shoving on my shoes.
Ponyboy rested a hand on the small of my back, trying in vain to calm me down. They had no right to decide what I wanted to do with my life, where I went, who I dated. It was fucked up and I wasn't going to deal with it.
Then again, I had seen Darry in fact lose his temper, and I didn't want to be on the recieving end of that.
"C'mon, Pone," I whispered, and even that seemed too loud with the house so tense and quiet. "Grab your backpack- let's go."
At lunch, Ponyboy took me outside with the rest of the usual crew to sit on the bumper of Steve's car to eat lunch. I wasn't all that hungry, but I did bum a root beer and a smoke off of my brother. It's not like he'd noticed anyways. He was in the backseat necking Evie, so I jumped into the front seat and took his carton of Newports and the full bottle of root beer by the center console. I tried to get Pony's lighter out of his pocket and was able to once Curly Shepard cracked a joke and distracted him. After I'd inhaled once, Two-Bit appeared and snatched the cigarette from between my fingers.
"Hey! Two-Bit!" I whined.
He sucked on it himself. "What I tell you about smokin'?"
"Hypocrite," I snapped before snatching it back.
Steve grabbed my root beer off the side of the curb, smacked it against the side of the concrete and held the jagged end of the bottle up by my neck. "Listen ta Bits, Jay."
"Fuck off, Steve," I groaned, rolling my eyes and blowing the smoke in his face.
He growled, baring his teeth, and he folded his arms over his chest so he eagle on his arm seemed to swoop down. He then hooked that arm over Two-Bit's shoulders and pulled him to the corner to talk to him, angrily hissing to him his complaints about me, no doubt, and telling Two-Bit to fix my behavior.
Curly Shepard bumped his hip against mine and he scooted over next to me. "How's it hangin', Jaime?"
"Jus' fine, Shepard. I only got-"
He turned, not listening any longer. The Socs had came too close to our corner of the parking lot and he had begun to yell at them. We all called the upper-class teens in town "Socs" or "the Socials" (where we got the so-shhh from), but Curly and his older brother Tim were now using their own choice words to taunt them as they passed.
Randy winked at me as his group passed. "After school?" he mouthed. No one else noticed, considering both sides were cursing the other out.
I nodded and took a sip from Ponyboy's Pepsi can. Randy stuck his tongue out slightly and flickered it up and down before flashing a wide grin. I giggled, and that's when Pony's attention diverted from the Shepard gang and looked straight at us. I puckered my lips at Randy and smiled while they walked away, and Pony gave me a harsh stare that I didn't notice.
The bell rang, and after a good ten minutes, Pony and I went back to class
Two-Bit strolled into the DX in search of Jaime. Darry had left him with strict instructions to bring her straight home.
He looked into the garage where Steve was under the oily hood of a Toyota pick-up, he looked in the storage room, he looked by the pumps, and he looked in the store. Jaime was nowhere to be found.
Sodapop was the first to come into view, asleep in a chair behind the counter, his head thrown back with a light snore. "Hey Soda," Two-Bit said, giving Sodapop a gentle shake, "where's Jaime? Darry wants her home."
Sodapop's smiling face quickly turned angry, his laughing eyes dark with fury. "Jaime? Does it look like I know?"
"You might and you're just too mad to think about her."
"To think about her?" he repeated incredulously. "Why should I care?"
Two-Bit jumped on the countertop. "It looks like you care too much."
Sodapop yanked out a car magazine from underneath the chair and shook it open to a random page with unnecessary force.
Two-Bit smirked. "If you didn't care, you wouldn't be so set on being angry now, would you?
"Shove off, Two-Bit," Sodapop growled, letting out the only reply he could think of quickly enough.
He smiled. "Did I possibly touch a nerve, Mr. Curtis? Is it true that you could be in-"
"Fuck off, Two-Bit," snarled Soda. His eyebrows were angled and his eyes glinted dangerously. "I don't want to talk about it, savvy?"
"Oh, a little anger, Soda?" Two-Bit snickered. Soda grunted and shook his magazine again. Two-Bit hopped off the counter with a smile and moved to the vending machine. "So where is she then? She left after school and said she was coming here."
Soda let out a cheap laugh. "And you believed her?"
Two-Bit slammed his fist against the machine, willing a bottle to come out. "Yeah, why wouldn't I? Where else would she go?" When he got the Coke bottle out, he began tapping it on the counter to pop off the cap.
Soda laughed again. "Three guesses, genius."
Two-Bit slammed the neck of the bottle against the counter and shattered the glass upon realization.
Randy.
