Over the next two months, Jonah, Noah, and I settled into life in Tulsa. I got a job at the police station, thanks to a flutter of eyelashes, a quick mention of a 'cousin' in Washington, and a well-placed bend-over in a low shirt for the chief of police. Working as a secretary, I put in about 40 hours a week. I knew the society here was corrupt, as were the officers. I silently kept track of every messed up file and corrupt move the officers made.

The boys started school, and suddenly we were hanging out with all the Curtis gang. Alexis and I had a couple of friendly conversations about the idiocy of boys and I felt mostly comfortable with all of the gang. My favorite, though, was Darry. He would help me fix things, offered advice, and somehow managed to provide a soft, dry wit. Still, there was a strange sadness and determination, different then the other boys, and I suppose it was something akin the sadness developing in me.

Things seemed bearable. The ache of the loss of my parents and Frank, along with the constant itch of suspicion, but it was nice to have a consistent schedule, to know where you would be having your next meal, and where your bed was.

Of course, almost everything fell apart once I thought I might be able to cope.

I sat in my work chair and carefully separated the arrest reports. My phone rang, shrill in the quiet reception area.

"This is the Tulsa Police Station, Jenna Kelly speakin'. How may I help you?"

"Jenna Kelly, this is Principal Dulce." Well shit. "I have a your brother, Jonah, in my office. He started a fight."

I took a deep sigh. "I will be there in five minutes."

I slumped in the driver's seat of my car, pressing my head against the steering wheel. Jonah was still in school. He had detention after school for the next two months, and would be forced to work in the cafeteria and officially apologize to the Soc he fought.

Anger and tiredness and desperation made me want to scream my head off. A knock sounded on my window, and I turned to find Darry there.

"Hi. You okay?" Darry smiled his blinding smile and I tried to smile back.

"Jonah got in a fight at school. I'm fine, just tired."

He looked at me for a second, then smiled again. "We're going for drinks."

"Darry, I can't, I gotta work, and-"

He pulled me out of the car and ushered me into the passenger seat of his truck. I considered fighting, but really didn't have the heart. Darry then buckled me in and got into the driver's seat.

"Really, Darry, I can't-"

He shushed me and started the car.

"Ya' know, I just really really really miss 'em. I mean, we weren't very close anymore. Ya know? But they were my parents! And I loved them!" I gestured wildly.

Darry nodded. "Exactly! I wish I could just talk to them one more time! And say..."

"Yeah, exactly..." I downed another shot. "So, why do you keep scotch in your truck?"

We were lying on the hood of his truck, intermediately taking shots. The stars sparkled above us. I hadn't taken the time to look at them since before I started high school. The scotch bottle was already only a fourth of the way full.

"I just, if it were in the house, I'd feel tempted to drink it more often, instead of solving my problems. Plus, Two-bit steals all the liquor in my house, along with all the cake and most of the couch."

I laughed, half because it was true and Darry's delivery was so wry, and half because I was mostly blitzed on half a bottle of scotch.

"Ya're a good guy, Dar'. Ya let these kids inta your house, and ya help 'em out and ya look out for 'em. Not alotta people would do that." I smiled lopsidedly at him.

Darry smiled softly. "I do it 'cause otherwise they'd have no place to go,"

"But ya still do it, don't ya?"

Darry looked at me with some sort of strange admiration in his eyes. I turned on my back and stared up at the stars as his gaze got too intense for me.

We sat in silence for minutes, listening to crickets in the dry grassy fields around us, each with our own thoughts. As I heard a tune come on the radio, I giggled and jumped up on the hood.

"Hello, I love you, won't you tell me your name!" I sung, butchering the artist's voice with my horrendous singing.

Darry looked at me and starting cracking up.

"C'mon Dar'! Sing with me! Dance with me!" I teased as I blurted out the next lyrics.

"No, no, no , no, NO." Darry said, still laughing.

I pouted with my lower lip and fluttered my eyelashes. "Fine." Darry rolled his eyes and let me pull him up.

We laughed and screamed the lyrics, each of us performing an equally strange dance. Darry twirled me around and I smashed into his side, for the first time noticing how dark the lashes that framed his icy, crystal eyes were.

When the song ended, we collapsed back on the hood. Darry's hand was firm and warm on my hip, his thumb gently revolving in slow, comforting circles.

"What do you miss most from when your parents were livin'?" The question slipped from my lips.

"Umm..." Darry glanced down shyly for a second, then glanced back up, a sheepish grin on his face, "Sex. I can't have women over because Pony and Soda and the rest of the gang are always there, and I really got no way of meeting women. So uhh..."

"Well, no sex for the next couple years. Yay." I said sarcastically.

"So you've ah..." He paused awkwardly.

I burst out laughing. "You're blushin'! Ha! And o' course I have Mr. Curtis! This ain't the Renaissance! One woulda' think you'd never done the dirty!"

Darry rolled his eyes. "Geez, of course I have, crazy chick!"

"Please," I teased, "You're totally innocent."

Darry's eyes sparked with a scary electricity. "You think I'm innocent?" His hand squeezed my hip hard and he leaned closer to me. I felt a thrill through my body as his nose brushed mine.

"I'm not innocent." He teased in a whisper, breathe hot on my mouth.

I felt a strange tension in the moment, and could see the consequences of the decision I was about to make. But the thrill of testing, seeing what happened, was there, and I whispered, against his lips, "Prove it."

Darry's mouth descended on mine, a bit rough, and he licked his way into my mouth and curled his tongue around mine. I found myself clutching at his shirt as fireworks went off in my head, wondering how the hell he'd learned to kiss like that.

His hands traveled up and under my shirt, caressing my belly and the sensitive skin under my breasts. I began helping him pull his shirt off. Somehow, he got my bra unsnapped and had my shirt rucked up over my breasts. I whined because goddammit how did he do that with his mouth?! There was no way my nipples had been that sensitive before.

Darry chuckled as I finally got his shirt over his head and I scraped my fingers down his chest, just as he pulled my shirt fully off, then unzipped my skirt.

As he ran his fingers up my thighs to pull off my underwear, I stopped his hands. "Nuh uh. Now it's my turn." Pining his hands by his sides with my knees, I kissed up and down his jaw line, then down the contours of his neck. I slid my fingers down his chest and followed with my mouth. I felt him shiver as I dragged my teeth against his nipples.

I unbuttoned his dirty work jeans and pulled them off, along with his boxers. Darry groaned as I took his cock in my hand, and gently stroked until he was hard and erect in my hand.

Darry leaned back against the wind shield, pupils wide and his chest rising and falling fast with his rough breathing. His eyes darted frantically over my body as I pulled down my panties, revealing my trimmed pussy. When I let his hands slid out from under my knees, they immediately grabbed my hips and held them firm as he slammed up into me.

I half-screamed at the sudden pain of being entered so fast, and the pleasure of him filling me up and hitting roughly against my inner walls. Darry's eyes were squeezed tight as he pulled slowly out of me. I found myself clinging to his neck. Trying not to groan and shiver and scream, I buried my face in his neck as he began slowly, thoroughly fucking me.

I felt the pleasure wind tighter and tighter inside my body, building up slowly. Darry was swearing roughly and had grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, kissing and biting up my neck, shoulders, collar bone and chest. I sunk my fingernails into his back and let myself scream as he hit my g-spot again and again, while he rubbed and pinched my clit lightly.

Suddenly, almost unexpectedly, my orgasm tightened my body. I screamed and bit my lip as pleasure spread through my whole body, Darry bit my collar bone hard and gripped my hips even tighter, slamming into me one last time as he spilled his seed inside me.

We lay breathing hard together, the sweat cooling on our skin. I nestled my head in the crook of Darry's neck while his hands gently rested on my ass. I no longer felt the affects of the alcohol and began to realize what we'd just done. Shit.

I cringed when I realized how late it must be. Fuck, what about Jonah and Noah?

"Fuck. Shit." Darry voiced my internal thoughts. I slid off him and was surprised when the movement revealed how sore my thoroughly screwed muscles were.

I carefully slid off the hood and tried to locate my clothes. Darry watched from the hood of the truck, and I tried not to stare at his manly nakedness, because I'd just fucked the guy, so why should I still want him to stay naked? I should be kind of embarrassed by it at least. That's how it had been in the past.

I gathered all the clothes and smiled politely at him, trying to conceal the strange,unfamiliar feeling in my stomach.

"I think we should get going."

I really don't know what the last paragraph is. I tried to make it as sensible as I could, but...