Why hello there. It's been a while! Like over a freaking year haha.

So hopefully you guys are still with me, cause here's the thing...I've reread this story a few times over the past few days and it seriously makes me cringe. I'm sooo happy and surprised it's gotten as much love as it has, and that's why I want to rework it to make it even better for my dear readers. Hopefully I deliver and don't disappoint anyone! I've already started the new and improved one and I feel good about it...I can tell my writing has gotten a little better (don't know if anyone else notices but oh well) and I want to publish the best work I possibly can.

Anyway, here's a short chapter so that this isn't just an author's note. I know it's not much, but hopefully it'll be somewhat enjoyable hehe.

Thank you thank you thank you for reading my story and sticking with me thus far, and thanks so much for everyone who has told me that you love Evelyn and that I've kept Gary in character. I try my best! Happy holidays everyone3

Since the night of the fire, Evelyn had been trying her hardest to avoid everyone and everything. She went to her classes, though mentally she wasn't there. Most nights she stayed with Ricky, giving into sex so he'd kick out Peanut and let her crash there.

Sleeping next to Ricky was a lot different than it was with Gary. Ricky was a lot more willing to snuggle, often pulling her close in and nuzzling into her neck. Occasionally he'd feel her up. He was surprising gentle, and Evelyn loved that about him. Gary, on the other hand, was always somewhat rough, stealing blankets and pillows, smacking, kicking, and pushing her in his sleep. Also, Gary was not a snuggling type.

It was obvious Gary was used to sleeping alone and perhaps Ricky wasn't.

Ricky was always so nice and considerate, holding doors and buying an extra soda from the vending machines in case she wanted one. Despite all the Greasers hating her and blaming her for what Gary did (though they couldn't know that for sure), Ricky was sure to comfort her and let her vent about her feelings on the matter.

She wanted to let herself fall in love with him, but it just wasn't right.

Still, Ricky was Evelyn's only thing to cling to with Gary out of the picture, so she held on to him. And when he kissed her, she imagined it was Gary's lips on her. When he was inside her, she tried her hardest to relive the drunken night she shared with her psychotic ex-friend, though she couldn't quite remember it.

Ricky never seemed to catch on until the night before Christmas, when they were together in his bed. Things were getting really good, and Ricky hit just the right spot. Evelyn groaned loudly, calling his name out.

Well, she thought it was his name.

The greaser paused. "What did you just call me?"

In a fog of sexual pleasure, Evelyn's brain couldn't even register what had happened. "What do you mean?"

Ricky pulled away from her, visibly angry. "You called me Gary!"

"What?"

"Just now…you said 'oh, Gary'!"

"I did?"

"You messin' around on me?"

Evelyn scoffed as she pulled her shirt on over her head. "Are you fucking kidding me? I'm not Lola!"

Ricky ran his hand through his sweaty hair. "I don't believe you. Get out of my room."

"Ricky, I'm sorry-"

The greaser picked up the rest of Evelyn's clothes off the floor and threw them at her. "Leave."

"Fine," Evey grumbled, pulling on her underwear and skirt before exiting, making sure to slam the door behind her.

On her way out, Evelyn's feet stomped in rain puddles, making loud splashes. She found herself irritated enough to not give a shit if an orderly caught her. She made her way over to the parking lot eventually, going up to some of the Bullies that she knew would be out smoking, though it was late at night.

"Can I bum one of those?" she asked, receiving strange looks from the group for a moment.

Trent is the one to reach out, handing her one and lighting it for her. He laughed as she coughed a little after taking a hit.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Ricky and I got into a fight."

"Oh? Wanna hook up to make him jealous?"

Evelyn rolled her eyes. "No, thanks, Trent."

The next morning she was woken up by Lola shaking her, the greaser girl letting out a slight giggle as she taunted Evelyn. "You slut!"

"What?" Evelyn asked sleepily, rolling over to get away from her roommate.

"I heard about you calling out that psycho's name during sex with Ricky last night."

Evelyn groaned. "You really had to wake me up for that?"

"You know, if you're going to be banging several guys at once, you have to keep them straight."

"You would know."

Lola flipped Evelyn off. "Bitch. Look, the way I see it, we're two of a kind now. Both loving the passion and attention from Greaser men but unsatisfied in the bedroom."

"Gross."

"I mean, I'm not unsatisfied. Johnny knows what he's doing."

"Gross!"

"Anyway," Lola continued, ignoring Evelyn, "I need you to do me a favor."

"No."

"Today at lunch, Christy is going to tell Johnny that I was out with Gord, and I think maybe he won't be as mad if you confess that you took a part in burning down the auto shop."

"But I didn't."

"Whatever," Lola brushed her off, "You tell him or I will, and who do you think he'll believe?"

Evelyn sighed as she sat up, running her fingers through her hair.

Bullworth was the worst fucking place in the world…

Extra a/n: I don't know how people write highly detailed lemons, because the small amount of sexy times I wrote here made me giggle the entire time. Maybe I just have the immaturity of a 12 year old. :)

Glad to be back to Gary and Evelyn. I missed them. 3