Sorry about the italics not stopping last chapter. The site does it and I really wish it didn't. I'm sorry for not posting very much, but my life has gotten very hectic lately. School starts and I will try my best to update as much as possible.

8th grade for me this year, and that means top dog at my school! Well, I want to thank reviewers and for everyone's support. Hope this chapter is satisfying!

I pulled away from Jonathon and felt my eyes widen. I could still taste the lingering of beer in my mouth from my drink. I licked my lips softly and quickly glanced towards Jonathon, who seemed slightly confused.

"Baby what-" I held my hand up to show him I needed him to be quiet. He shook his head and glared towards me. I didn't look at him because confrontations weren't my forte in front of the public eye.

The face at least 10 feet away from me held the same smirk and I wanted to cry. I wanted to thrash around and throw the tantrum of the century, but I held my composure anyways.

"I'll be right back," I told Jonathon quietly, holding up my index finger. I could feel him roll his eyes from behind as I walked away.

I wasn't quite sure why I was walking right into my death, but I was. I guess it was like a problem I had, ya know? Like when you swear to God that someone has broken in, but you look all around the house anyways even if they are there because you'd rather find them then them find you.

When I got to him, it seemed like his smirk hardened.

"Well, well. What do we have here?" he blew a small amount of his cigarette smoke in my face, causing me to cough slightly and blink my eyes quickly, "Ms. Elizabeth Mathews?"

He cocked an eyebrow, laughing slightly. I scowled, crossing my arms over my barely covered chest.

"I never thought you were like this," he gestured around the room. I rolled my eyes, but looked around for a moment. It wasn't until then that I actually got a good look at it.

There were people dancing, others just smoking and talking. Some were shouting obnoxiously at one another, while some were making out.

It even looked like some were making it to third base in the very back corner.

I shivered slightly, then turned back to him. I tucked a small piece of brown hair behind my ear, as I suddenly got very interested in the floor.

"What are you doing here Dally?" I asked quietly. He wasn't used to me acting like how I'd been only a few minutes ago. Nor was I used to acting like that around him.

He laughed and it was so taunt-like that I wanted to claw his eyes out, "I live here," and it was then I realized how stupid I could really be.

It took a moment for me to take all of that in.

He knew. I was screwed.

I looked up at him, biting my lip.

"How'd you know it was me?" I questioned. I'd always been careful, always. If I knew Two-bit or any one else from the gang would be there at a time I would, I skipped out.

Dally shrugged as he blew a little more smoke into the air, "It's not like you're the hardest broad to pick out of a crowd," he said, giving a slight smile. I shook my head as I looked towards the ground, feeling a pressuring weight being set on my shoulders.

My make up must not have been as good a cover up as I had thought all this time.

"I just gotta question," he started again, "How'd you keep this shit from the brother almighty?"

I was looking away from him. What was I supposed to say? I shrugged my shoulders.

"It wasn't the hardest thing I'd ever done," I didn't want to say the wrong thing, but nothing really seemed right. He gave out a loud laugh, but no one seemed to notice.

I turned my head for a quick second, realizing Jonathon had already found a new girl to play tonsil hockey with. Thanks to Dally I probably wouldn't be getting much pay tonight. The thought caused me to roll my eyes out of force of habit.

I turned back around, realizing Dally was just staring at me. His face was hard, serious and overall very confusing. I tried to cock my eyebrow, like Two-bit had so many times before, but I couldn't get it.

I sighed and looked around the room once more as I searched for what to say inside my mind. I turned back once again and fixed my eyes to Dally, as I leaned in closer.

"You're- you're not gonna tell Two-Bit," I asked quietly, worry filling my voice, "Right?"

Dally scoffed and stuck his cigarette into an empty beer bottle nearby, "Now why would I do that?"

He laughed again and it was really starting to get on my nerves. It was then that I really wished I had my beer bottle in my hand because there was no doubt that I'd crack it over the smart asses head.

"Dally…" I trailed off slowly, trying to get him to stop acting like a dickhead. He just chuckled slightly and held his hands up in defense.

"Alright, alright," he said calmly, smirking again, "I might need a little something."

He held his pointer finger and thumb about half an inch apart to prove his point. I gave him a curious look then shrugged my shoulders up.

"What is it?"

He smiled, showing all his teeth. I really didn't want to know the answer to my question, but I also didn't want Two-bit to know my secret. It was just to help out with money and stuff anyways. There never was a need for him to know.

"Just…err," he stopped for a moment, thinking of what to say, "join me upstairs," he smirked once again as he started to light another cigarette, "Will ya'?"

I stepped back a step quickly, my eyes wide. I shook my head slowly, trying to find what to say.

"What the hell?" was the only thing I could think of saying. Dally looked up, letting out a laugh while rolling his eyes.

"C'mon Lizzy," he grabbed my arm with his right hand, "Two-bit don't have to know."

I was confused. I knew Dally only cared about Dally, but I wouldn't think he'd try this with his friends sister.

"Dally- just-just stop," it sounded more like a plead them a command, but I wasn't really in control of myself at the moment. I pulled my arm away, but he just stepped that much closer to me.

"Oh c'mon," he rolled his eyes, " I've seen you here over and ove-"

"Then how come you never said anything before?"

He didn't even need to answer, though, because I knew.

Dallas Winston always got what he wanted and before he had enough girls to get laid to up in his cheap room. Sadly, now, I was his next option and here I was.

If I said no my life would be over, if I said yes my emotions would break even more.

It was then that I could see a slight bit of Jack inside of Dally. I didn't know if he'd be like him someday, but he'd definitely not be the friendliest neighbor on the street.

"Oh, ya' know…." he trailed off and I wanted to run away. This was hard.

"Dally, I'm not gonna-"

"Oh that's fine," he cut me off and I glared slightly, "I just hope Two-bit enjoys the good news."

I rubbed my face in the palm of my good hand as I let out a heavy sigh.

"Why can't we just keep this between us?" I asked, exasperated. He smirked.

"Why can't we just take this upstairs?" he counter asked. I rolled my eyes and felt the lump in my throat increase.

I looked away and shook my head.

"No Dally."

He was very silent and it seemed like hours before he replied. Finally, he did.

"Okay," He shook his head with an evil smirk, "Have fun sorting this shit out with the brother."

I shook my head with my mouth formed in an "o", but he simply pushed past me over to the other side of the room.

I stood there, confused and feeling helpless. What was I going to do? He was going to tell Two-bit because I didn't feel like having sex with him?

This was one hell of a fucking disaster.

It was almost as if I was in a trance that I sincerely needed to get out of.

I quickly shook my head and ran out of Buck's like I was being chased by a killer. It was slightly difficult because, being the intelligent person I am, I decided to wear heels. I groaned in pain as the straps of my shoes dug into my skin until I finally stopped running halfway down the street.

I sat down over in the grass off to the side, slowly taking my heels off. I rubbed my feet carefully while I looked up to see if there was anyone around.

There wasn't, but if it hadn't been for the street light and the bright lights coming from Buck's down the road it would be pitch black out. I closed my eyes and leaned back as I felt tears pushing themselves onward.

For once I stopped them and stood up slowly. This day could not get any worse.

For one, I didn't even know where Two-bit was. Secondly, as happy as I would be to know he was safe, the next time I saw him I'd probably get my head ripped off.

I started walking back towards my house, holding my heels with my good hand. I was going to have to sneak in through a lower window because of my wrist. I wouldn't be able to climb up the pipe. The other day no one had been home when I got back. This time, though, I wasn't sure who would or would not be there.

I walked carefully down the road, passing a few more houses with parties on my way. They weren't as crazy as Buck's, but they were close enough to good.

Some younger kids who weren't old enough to be interested in parties were running around in the lot. They were smoking, drinking, and just thinking they were so badass.

I remembered when I was twelve and I'd found one of Two-bit's six packs and his pack of cigarettes. I thought I was the coolest person on earth for hanging around the park, smoking my first cigarette and taking sips of beer.

Of course, that only lasted until Two-bit caught me while walking by. He yelled at me about it for a few hours and wouldn't talk to me for awhile.

To this day I still wonder if he was more mad about me smoking and drinking or if it was just the fact that I'd stolen them from him.

I shook my head as I settled the memory back in my brain. I looked back over to the kids once again.

There were 4 boys and I recognized them all from the area. They bummed around the alley between the middle school and high school a lot. Where we lived, that made you tuff as a junior highs man. If you weren't too chicken to ditch and smoke a stick over in the back alley.

I'd never done it because my closest friend back then had been Sue Jenkins and she was expected to always be good at school or else she'd be in some deep shit at home. Her parents were nice and everything, but very strict.

She probably didn't even know what smoking was until that year. Like I said, strict parents.

Sue moved the next year after her dad found a job in Northern Texas.

I turned away from the kids as one started yelling at another and I shook my head.

My house was just around the corner and when I reached the driveway I noticed Jack's truck set at an odd angle. I felt myself shudder slightly, but brushed it off.

He was probably asleep anyways.

I quietly tip toed toward the window entering the living room. It was at the front of the house, around five feet to the left of the front door. I tried my hardest to stand on my toes to peer in.

Laying half on- half off the couch was my mom. Her mouth was hanging open slightly and I saw she still had her work uniform on.

I shook my head slowly, thinking about how she always over worked herself which caused her to be irritant and ignorant.

I sighed, realizing this window was too high up for me to climb in without making a hell of a lot of noise. Not too mention this window was probably too high for my wrist to take also.

I took one more glance at my mother as my mouth formed a straight line. I felt a sting inside my chest, but pushed it away as I continued around the house.

I walked slowly, avoiding the random metal and trash spread out across our lawn. I mumbled curses to myself as my foot stepped in some mud. I rolled my eyes at my own ignorance and continued to move towards the next window

It's lower than the first and I breathe a sigh of relief as I realize no one is in that room. I cup my hands around my eyes to get a closer look and that's when I realize I'm looking into the bathroom.

The only thing I was worried about then was the window being locked.

I pushed up and, despite being slightly squeaky, the rectangular piece of glass shifted up with ease.

I quietly dropped my heels into the window and relaxed my muscles for a moment.

I pulled myself up carefully with my good hand as I settled my right foot carefully up against the wall. I pulled myself over so half of my body was hanging in the house and the other half out.

I grabbed onto the shower curtain on my left, hoping to catch myself when I came the rest of the way in. I gripped tight and took a small breath.

I heaved myself over, but sadly the shower curtain wasn't strong enough to hold my weight. It fell, as did I.

I landed with a hard thud, helping to knock the wind out of me.

"Oh shit," I cursed, as I breathed heavily. My eyes widened as I heard a grunt outside in the hall. I slammed myself into the shower, praying that I hadn't been heard.

Fat chance.

I heard low mumbling as I saw Jack slowly walk into the bathroom. My heart raced as he stubbed his toe on the sink, cursing to himself.

"Damn sink, move outta my fuckin' way," He mumbled, scratching himself, "No respect. No damn respect."

He coughed a little as he went to stand in front of the toilet. I heard his zipper unzip as he began to urinate. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back carefully as I waited for him to finish.

I heard him zip his zipper back up and breathed a silent sigh of relief.

"Aw fuck!" He yelled. I gasped as I realized he'd stepped on the heel of my upturned shoe. His ears erked slightly as he turned his head slightly.

I brought my hand to my mouth as I felt tears daring to flow. Jack grunted and kicked the heel out of his way, uttering curses while shaking his head. He trudged out of the bathroom and I swallowed the lump in my throat.

I looked down, wiping my eyes.

I quickly stood as quietly as I could, grabbing my heels. I fled for my bedroom, hoping to get a restful night of sleep. If Two-bit knew by tomorrow, well then, God knows I needed it.