OKAY! Here is chapter three! I hope I did this right! Urg. I think I have the most trouble writing about Soda and Steve... Oh well. I tired my best. Please tell me what you think and a BIG thank you to the people who reviewed!

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-Jasmine

As I stormed past Sodapop he grabbed my arm.

"Where are you going?" He asked me. He looked worried; probably because my leg was bleeding I'm pretty sure that steam was coming out of my ears.

"Home." I told him, "I'll get my sister to pick up the car in the morning. Do you have a dime? I need to call my Mum." I asked him. Sodapop nodded and gave me the coin. I thanked him and went to the phone booth. Mum picked up on the fourth ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey Mum. It's Susan."

"Oh! Susan! Is everything okay?"

"Yea Mum, everything is fine. Can you pick me up? I'm at the DX."

"Sure thing honey. I'll be over in ten minutes okay?"

"Okay Mum, thanks. Bye."

"Bye." I hung up the phone and started to walk away. I wished that I had my crutches because walking really hurt. Damn you Dallas Winston and making me do stupid things. As I passed the door to the garage though I heard the infamous voice of Dallas. I stopped to listen in. (I had never be one for private conversations.)

"Okay, Dallas, what did you do to that girl?" A voice that was pretty sure belonged to Steve asked, "It seriously looked like she wanted to kill you."

"Oh, nothing." A voice that was obviously the voice of Dallas Winston told him, "Let's just say that I could be said that it's my fault her car is here." He told the others with a laugh. How cruel. He was laughing. Rachel had told me how bad the hoods here were but this was just horrendous. He didn't even know me! I didn't do anything wrong! Plus I'm a girl! He must really have no heart.

"Wait." A new voice (Sodapop) said, "You're the 'no good hood' ?" Dallas laughed.

"No good hood?" He asked.

"Yea." Soda told him, "I asked her what happened and she told me, and I quote, 'Last night some no good hood thought it would be a real laugh to drive a knife through my window. Yes, yes, it was very funny but a chunk of glass of stuck in my leg.' " Soda told him in a surprisingly accurate impression of my voice. Dallas laughed his sickening laugh and I held back the urge to vomit.

"Do you even know that girl, Dally?" Steve asked.

"Nah." Dallas told him, "But it just seemed so right. Like me entire life would change if I didn't do this. Forget it, you wouldn't understand you little hot head." Dallas joked. (Probably to cover up the fact that he -for a moment- was being a bit sensitive.) Once the laughing died down Soda cut in once again.

"I'm not sure that was the best thing to do Dallas. I know you don't really care about other people's feelings but she seemed pretty upset. Though I guess it's your call . You can burn all the bridges you want. It's your choice."

"Yea? Well, I have you guys and the rest of the gang. I don't need to stupid broad to live." He told them. I thanked Soda in my head to defending me and once again cursed Dallas to the deepest pits of Hell. Though my ranting and cursing were cut short as the honk of my Mum's car cut through the air. I got into the car and speed again from the DX and the curious conversations it held.

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"Come on, Rachel! Wake up!" I urged my sister while shaking her shoulder, "It's noon. Time to greet the day!" Rachel moaned and rolled over, throwing a pillow at me. I laughed and caught it; I then continued to throw it back in her face.

"Five more minutes!" She begged. I laughed again.

"No Rachel. You've slept enough. Don't make me get the water bucket." I threatened. At my words Rachel's eyes shot open and her head snapped up the look at me.

"You wouldn't dare." She told me. I laughed again.

"You know I would. I don't care because I won't be the sleeping on a wet mattress tonight." She groaned again but this time got up. She pushed past me; muttering a, "Evil child." I laughed and fallowed her out of the room. Rachel left to go eat and do her chores and I sat at the table drinking a glass of water. I had already finished my chores. I did them when I got home two hours ago after I stitched up my leg. I decided that the doctor didn't know what they were doing and just stitched it myself and wrapped an old cloth around it. It'll be good as new soon.

"Hey Rachel!" I yelled out the door to the porch were Rachel was looking for the cat, Felix.

"Yea?" She asked.

"Can you pick up the car tomorrow morning?" I asked her. She stuck her head in.

"I have work in the morning." She told me. (Rachel worked at some local diner. I think it's called The Wolf, or The Dingo or something.)

"Oh come on. One stop wont hurt." I told her.

"Okay, I'll pick it up." She told me.

"Yes! Thank-"

"But!" She cut me off, "You have to fill in for me at work." She told me. I groaned. Whoever was in charge of my life must hate me. Can't you give me a BRAKE?

"Fine." I told her.

"Thanks!" She told me, "Hey, where's Felix?" She asked. I don't know did you-" Though I didn't get to finish because I was cut off by a loud scream from Rachel. I ran out and saw her hold a snowy white Felix. That isn't right... Felix is a black cat.

"What happened?" I asked. Rachel pointed up. I looked and saw a large hole in the roof. Felix was a fat cat. We always tole him not to go on the roof because he would fall through but he still did and we started to think he wasn't really that fat. I guess we were wrong. I sighed.

"I'll go call the roofers." I told her and went inside.

"Okay. You have fun with that I'm going to work! I'll be home around dinner!" She called as she and Mum left to go to work. I waved and went to the phone.

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Not twenty minutes later there was a knock on the door.

"Hello?" I asked as I opened the door. I almost screamed. The guy there? HUGE.

"Hello. I'm Darrel Curtis. I'm here to look at the roof." He told me. I nodded.

"Here, it's on the porch." I told him and lead him to the hole.

"What happened?" He asked. I gave a small laugh.

"Out fat cat was sitting on the roof." He gave a slight chuckle.

"I'll see who bad the damage is and give you an estimate. It does look to bad though. I should be able to get it done in one, two at the most, days." I nodded and went out back to feed the chickens.