Disclaimer: I own Sodapop... in my dreams. Sadly, I only own Jaime. FYI- my spell check went crazy last chapter, but her name IS Jaime, not Jamie- thanks for bringing that to my attention Who fell the lowest

A/N: okay, so this is the worst chapter I've ever written for this story, but I have my outlines done for the next couple and they're going to be SO much better- BEAR WITH ME.

I want to thank ALLLLLLLLL my reviewers because every time I get a review it just makes my absolute DAY.

also, the hyperlink didn't work for my fanfiction site when i put it up in the other chapter- s14!invisionfree!com/unrestricted/index!php? just replace the exclamation points with periods :) fun stuff, fun stuff.


Randy threw my backpack to the floor as we walked into his house. I was mortified. The house was…

Perfect. There was no other word for it.

The house was absolutely massive. The inside was elegant with perfectly polished staircases made of the palest oak wood imaginable. The walls and floors were so white that they would make fresh snow appear dirty, and I felt that if I left a scuff that I would destroy the entire house. China cabinets in the dining room held the most fantastic sets imaginable, and at once I felt like a princess, like I was in a castle. I felt like an unworthy peasant in the presence of a king. For Randy, this was just home.

"So," he said huskily, leading me upstairs. "What are you having trouble with in physics?"

I laughed. "What am I not having trouble with? I can't understand the basics, and that is leading me to more issues once we build on those concepts. I just can't seem to get it."

He threaded his fingers between my own and brought me into his room, closing the door behind us. I sat down at a chair by a desk in the corner and he threw his bag by his closet before sitting down beside me. I crossed my leg over the other and pulled up my skirt, flashing as much thigh to him as I could. Sure, a poodle skirt may have been too much, but I always wore the same type of outfits that the Soc-y girls wore, even if I got the clothes at discount stores, just to seem like less of a greaser girl.

He looked down, trying his best to ignore it as he set the book down and opened to chapter seven. "So do you understand the basic equation: force equals mass times acceleration?"

I lowered my gaze to my folded hands, embarrassed. "No, not really."

"Okay, well the beginning element to physics is just simple algebra. Let me give you an example," he said, looking into my eyes as I looked up again. I unconsciously licked my lips and gave a small wink of my eyelashes. That did it for him, because he shut his eyes and let his head fall back slightly, then leaned forward and growled quietly. I smirked.

"Okay," he continued. "So say that you are wearing 4 pounds worth of clothes right now. If I throw you that way at 10 miles an hour, how hard will you hit my bed and how quickly will the acceleration increase once said clothes are removed?"

I giggled. "That was a disgustingly horrible line." He nodded in agreement and laughed too. I smiled as he leaned in. "But I'm giving into it anyway." Socs always had disgustingly horrible comebacks- "Why don't we just wash that grease out of your hair?" "Hey Dallas- get a job, huh? Ha ha!" "Hey, baby, what you doin with that greee-zer trash?", but when I'd stopped thinking about how low they were, Randy's tounge was already slipping into my mouth.

I stroked his cheek with a finger as I pressed my mouth to his. He was gentle at first, but then slipped his hands beneath my shirt. I inclined into his touch. He gently eased my lips apart, and I moaned, knowing what he wanted and understanding how badly I wanted it as well. I opened my mouth to him and his tongue was almost painfully insistent. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself onto him so I straddled his lap. He gasped as I nipped at the skin on the nape of his neck, then traveled to the lobe of his ear and moved my hips against his in such a provocative way that he whined. He growled in protest as I pulled back, but smiled all the more when he saw I was unbuttoning my blouse. He unclasped the thin strap across my back so my chest was now exposed to his hands and eyes. I yanked off his sweater and let my palms trace over his skin, my fingers drawing up his spine. His palms worked up the inside of my thighs and he traced over my wet slit through my tights and underwear.

He lowered his head to my breasts and began groping me and sucking on the newly discovered flesh. I cried out softly and he bit on me, teasing my nubs to erection. He dug his fingertips into my hips and grasped me beneath my thighs, pulling my legs to wrap around his waist. I sighed and clung to him. He stood and walked us over to his bed, toppling me onto the mattress and continuing to watch my skin dimple to his touch. I moaned and fell limply back, reaching down to take off my skirt. I didn't care that I was in love with someone else. All I cared about was getting more of this feeling.

There was a gentle click as I unbuttoned my skirt at the top, and I wasn't sure which of us gasped. With a quick look at the door, I knew who. Randy's little sister was at the now open door and was watching us with wide eyes. When Randy saw my attention diverted, he followed my gaze to see the eight-year-old staring blankly at us. She slammed the door shut and we sighed in relief. Then she screamed, "Mom! Randy's playing nasty with a girl in his room!"

Randy jumped up and fixed his hair, quickly pulling his sweater back on. I searched for my blouse and buttoned it, pulling my hair out of its bonds so it flowed freely down and looked better than the mess it had been while it was up. He moved in close and I wiped the lipstick off of his face while stuffing my bra into the top of my backpack since I had no time to hook it back on. I refastened the button of my skirt and settled myself down in the chair and began scribbling notes on spare page of paper as Mrs. Adderson burst in.

"Randy," she said, "what is Sarah talking about?"

Randy stood up and motioned to me. "Mom, this is my girlfriend, Jaime."

I stood up. "Hi, Mrs. Adderson. It's nice to meet you." I shook her hand.

She smiled and accepted my hand. "Likewise, I'm sure."

"I came home with Randy because he promised to help me in physics."

Mrs. Adderson cocked her head to the side. "Then what was Sarah saying?"

Randy smiled. "Mom, you know Sarah's always trying to get me in trouble just because she can."

Mrs. Adderson smiled. "I guess you're right. I'll keep her downstairs while you two study."

I straightened my skirt and looked at the clock. "Actually, I'd better get going. My brother is going to be wondering where I am, since I couldn't call him before. I didn't realize the time."

"Well I'll drive you," Randy offered. It was then that I realized that he truly was only there because he wanted to get my clothes off. He didn't want me how I wanted someone else, but Randy was the only one who was interested.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Let's go." He put his arm protectively around my waist, but when Mrs. Adderson turned her back, he was sure to give my ass a firm squeeze.

When we had gotten into his car, he leaned over in the seat and kissed me hungrily once again. I giggled as I straddled him and pressed him against the leather, throwing my backpack into the backseat. His hands fell to my chest and I moaned. He sucked at my neck and I purred, letting my head fall back. I giggled and slowed his frantic pace, taking intoxicatingly leisurely drags on his lips. When I finally pulled away, his breathing was ragged and his eyes were glazed over with lust. "I'd better get home," I said softly into his ear.

He nodded carefully. "Okay." We both knew if I stayed there any longer, we would take things too far, even though a few minutes ago it wouldn't have even crossed our minds to think twice.

When we came close to the DX, I said softly, "Just let me off here."

He moved to pull over, but questioned, "You sure?"

I nodded and reached back for my backpack.

Sodapop was out by the pumps, filling up a Volkswagen. He looked over and glared at me as I popped out of the Mustang. He quirked up his upper lip, almost snarling, when he saw me. I leaned in over the window, my hands on either side of Randy's face, pulling him in to a long and torrid kiss, whispering as I released him, "Call me later, babe."

He winked. "You know it."

I walked over to Sodapop after the Mustang had driven away, "Hey."

He shrugged his shoulder, saying very evenly, "Two-Bit was looking for you. Darry wants you home."

"Why?" I asked, straightening my skirt from behind before sitting on the asphalt.

He shrugged again and grumbled, "I didn't pay attention."

"What time are you guys getting off?"

"Seven."

"What time is it now?"

"Seven. Let's go."

"Wait a minute," I said, pulling open the door to the convienience store and rushing inside. Sodapop rolled his eyes and followed behind me.

"The hell you doin', Jaim?"

I ran to get a plastic bag and raced down to the one corner where the roadside condoms and over-the-counter pregnancy tests were kept, taking two of two different brands, and then putting the money in the cash register. "I promised Cherry I'd pick some stuff up for her," I explained.

Sodapop looked down at my backpack out on the asphalt and saw that my bra was slightly poking out from the top of it, and then he looked back to where I had taken my stash, supposedly for Cherry, and saw the label of the pregnancy tests through the thin plastic of the "DX" bag. The jagged pieces were beginning to come together in his mind, and his heart sank, as well as his eyes.

I didn't notice. "You driving?"

He rolled his eyes, grabbing his keys off the outside counter. "Yes. Now get in the truck." He slammed the door and locked up.

I heard a clicking of cowboy boots behind me. "Actually, Sodapop," he began, "I think Jaime and I would like to have a nice little chat." I cringed when I realized who it was.

"Two-B-"

He put his arm over my shoulder and his hand over my mouth in one swift swoop. "Don't worry about it, kid. You just let me do the talkin'."

I indicated my backpack. "I got homework. Darry will kill me."

Two-Bit nodded to Sodapop. "Hey tiger, take her backpack and bag home- and tell Darry I'm gonna bring her straight home. There's just some things that Miss Randle and I need to discuss."

Soda looked at my baggage with utter disgust before tossing it all haphazardly into the back of the pick-up.

Steve locked up the garage and waved me over. I looked to Two-Bit for consent and he nodded. I walked over to Steve and he folded his arms over his chest, the eagle on his upper arm bulging. "Where you been, Jaim?"

"Studying physics with my friend."

"You got money?"

"Yeah," I answered.

"You need any more?"

"No."

"Good, because I'm going out with Evie and I need some. Gimme wha'chu got."

Because our father had gotten me angry enough to walk out of the house a few days prior, he'd given me thirty dollars yesterday so that I'd forgive him, which I didn't, but I took the money anyway. I dug a couple bills from my skirt pocket. I'd barely opened my hand to reveal the cash to him when he'd snatched whatever rested on top, then getting in the car with Sodapop and speeding off. Two-Bit wrapped his arm around my shoulders. "C'mere, baby girl. We gotta talk."