Chapter 5: No Guarantees
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Third Person POV
"She left me, man," Soda choked out to Steve, crying on his shoulder. Pony sat on the floor at Darry's feet, wide-eyed, as if to ask him, 'what do I do now?'
Steve barely knew what to do himself. Sure, there were no guarantees in a relationship, but Sandy sleeping with another guy and getting herself pregnant? This is the last thing that Soda needs, Steve thought sadly.
X
"Dawn, get out of my room!" Evie screamed and Dawn looked hurt.
"My name is Elizabeth, Evelyn," the eight year old sassed.
Evie passed her small room. Her best friend had just left town with an unborn baby inside of her, her little sister was poking around in her room, again, and her parents were fighting, again.
Dawn's real name was Dawna Elizabeth Jane Scott, but she preferred to be called Elizabeth, or Eliza. She was only eight, but she was smart and observant. She looked just like Evie, but surprisingly neither sister looked like either of their parents. Evie said that she looked like her Grandmother, but Eliza didn't know, she had never met her Grandmother. Her mother didn't get along with her own mother the same way no one gets along with Evie and Eliza's mom.
Eliza turned on her record player to drown out her parents fighting, but the noise admitting from her room caught her stepfather's attention. He barged into her room, throwing the door open which created a hole in the wall.
"Turn that crap down you no good brat," he screamed. Evie suddenly appeared behind him.
"Hey," she yelled, pushing past him and getting in front of Eliza.
He slapped Evie across the face and kneed her in the stomach. She doubled over in pain, but didn't back down from her position in front of the cowering eight year old.
When their father had left, Evie grabbed Eliza's arm; not roughly but as if to guide her.
"Let's go, okay? I'm going to go out for a few hours. I'll take you to Alice's, okay?" Evie said. Eliza nodded hesitantly.
"Don't worry, I won't get drunk," Evie assured her sister. As much as Evie hated to admit it she had a habit of drinking heavily after her parent's fight, but seeing her drunk scared her little sister, so Evie was trying to break that habit.
X
Evie walked in to Tulsa High School for the second time that Friday. She immediately found one of her friends and began dancing. She spied the punch that was almost always spiked, but Evie resisted the urge to drink away the hurt.
Sodapop Curtis was hanging out on the sidelines next to Steve. Steve kept trying to get him to dance, but he wouldn't budge from his spot. He didn't feel like dancing with any girls, he just wanted to dance with Sandy.
Steve, not wanting to hang out with anyone but Soda, began watching others dance. He observed Evie as she danced. Some faster paced songs came on and Steve noticed that she was a really good dancer. Her energy was contagious as others around her began dancing more.
Soda noticed his friend watching Evie and tapped his shoulder.
"Go dance with her," he told Steve. Steve smiled and went out towards her and asked her to dance.
"Sure, I'd love to," she said, grabbing Steve's arms as a slower song came on. Soda eventually joined him on the dance floor, but Evie paid attention to Steve and only Steve. She was probably the only girl that paid attention to him and not Soda.
Aufenthalt Gold,
~Alee