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Chapter III: The LaTierri Lifestyle

Sonny walked into Ms. Lynch's classroom several minutes after the school bell had rang to release all the students after a long day of their first day of school. Sonny walked with an exhausted expression on his face as he made his way to one of the many open desks in Ms. Lynch's room. Sonny had noticed that most of the time he was the only one with Ms. Lynch in detention. Ms. Lynch ran detention no different, though, she never allowed speaking. So Sonny was always left to his daydreaming and reading of hidden magazines in his textbooks.

Sonny would always notice one thing while in detention, though. Ms. Lynch would take breaks from reading one of her romance novels to glance up at Sonny for a brief instance. Sometimes it would bug Sonny to have the old bat look at him oddly, but sometimes he really didn't care.

Sonny reflected on the day's prior events and what had happened between him and Marty. He wanted to just get over the whole thing and move on, but something kept reminding him of the incident. Sonny couldn't shake a weird feeling he had in his stomach, it was uncomfortable. Sonny knew what he was feeling. He was feeling guilty, and not just guilty, but jealous. Jealous of this new Johnny kid waltzing in and swooning Marty.

Sonny stopped his line of thought when something hit him. He was sucker-punched by it, and didn't realize its effects. The words of Kenickie trailed in his mind like a cog working its way through gears.

Oh yeah, and what girls have you had besides Marty while being here?

Those words had hit Sonny hard. Normally, he always let the other guy's shameful comments slide off him. After all, they were friends, and they would kid around alot. Sonny was sure Kenickie didn't mean anything...or did he? The whole thing was confusing to Sonny, but he knew he was just feeling stress from the day's events and he'd be back in his chipper, happy go-lucky mood tomorrow.

Sonny looked at his magazine and saw all the ads that many 50's models and sex symbols had posed for. He especially loved celebrities and their bodies. Sonny had a fantasy once that he was with a celebrity. He loved how they managed to keep their bodies thin and tight, and wished other women could take care of their bodies like they did. Being the eighteen year old teenager he was, of course, he would admire the many parts of the women, and would make comments on what he thought. He usually kept them to himself, but would boast and brag to the guys about what he thought, but ending up looking like a sex addict in general.

Was that what he had lowered himself to now? A sex addict? A pervert? Sonny soon realized what he thought other people thought of him as.

"I mean, I wouldn't blame them, I do act sort of perverted at times, but its all for fun, is that wrong?" Sonny asked himself, not realizing he had thought out loud.

"Dominic, please be quiet in detention," Ms. Lynch said, taking a sip of her tea.

Sonny hated that name, Dominic, because it sounded so unlike him. Unfortunately, that was his first name. Dominic Fuego LaTierri was his name. Sonny hated that name so much, which led him to call himself Sonny, because his dad used to call him Sonny. That was all he had left of his father, and all he wanted for all the sick things he did to him and his mother.

"Ms. Lynch, I apologize, but can I ask you a personal question?" Sonny said, rolling his magazine up.

"I don't know what it might pertain to, Dominic, but seeing as I just lost my page, I now have a reason to listen to what you have to say," Ms. Lynch said in a sarcastic manner.

"Ms. Lynch, what do you think of me?" Sonny asked with a questioning glance.

Ms. Lynch was taken aback by this question. She had never had a student ask her what she thought of him, but she always had opinions of her students. She had known him for almost five years since he began in her English class at the Junior High School, and then when she became Principal of Rydell. She tried to muscle up something to say in the deafening silence, but was stopped when the bell rang to end detention.

Sonny and Ms. Lynch exchanged blank glances, neither knowing what to say.

"I guess I'll see you later, Ms. Lynch...um, bye," Sonny said as he stood up and walked out of the classroom, leaving Ms. Lynch dumbfounded...

Pine Street, Early Evening

Sonny opened the gate to his small suburban home on Pine Street on the bad side of town. In terms of geography, Sonny lived closest to Danny, so he would usually meet up with Danny in the after hours to later meet up with the guys. Sonny walked up the beat up wooden steps of his house. Every time Sonny walked up those steps it reminded him the pain he had experienced when younger inside the house. He glanced over to his Chevy Impala with a light blue paint scheme and made sure no one was eyeing it or moving towards it. That's what he expected on this side of town.

Sonny entered the house, planting his keys in his pocket and sitting the grocery sack on the counter. He went through the mail as he sat on the only chair in the room. There wasn't much inside the house in terms of furniture and items. There was the necessities, but Sonny and his mother could never afford anything else, not even a black and white television. Sonny always tried to keep the house clean for his mother. He would clean up for her and go out and deliver errands for her. He did because she was unable to, and because he loved his mother enough to look out for her.

Sonny read through mail finding only bills and sweepstakes that would never come true, and then he came upon an interesting ad for a Chevrolet car show coming to Rydell.

"Entries must own cars of the Chevrolet make, and will be judged by car experts. The winner will receive a cash bonus of five grand and four brand new tires! Neat!" Sonny said with fascination as he rolled up the pamphlet and placed it in his leather jacket.

Sonny walked back to his mother's bedroom, where his mother was resting in bed. Sonny placed her medicene on her bedside table. His mother looked up at him with a face of admiration.

"Thank you, honey. You can go with your friends now," she said as Sonny began to tuck her in.

"Are you sure? I mean, I can stay if you need..."

"No, honey, I'm fine. You go off and have fun. By the way, where's that nice Marty girl?" Sonny's mother asked.

Sonny was taken aback with this question, and was afraid to answer. He had no idea his mother liked Marty, and he was afraid of what she might think of him if he told her what happened. So, Sonny decided to only tell half the turth.

"Oh, I'm going to meet her tonight," said Sonny.

Sonn'y mother just smiled at him and brought her hand up to his cheek.

"You are so handsome," she said, "You look so much like your father, except...well you know."

His mother's smile faded as the mention of her ex-husband entered the air. Sonny really was not in the mood to talk about it, so he moved to a more optimistic topic.

"I'm going to enter this car show with my car," Sonny said as he pulled out the pamhplet, "And hopefully, I can get us some money off of it."

"Oh, honey, you don't have to worry about the money. Your job, our friend's donations, and the state's money all have helped us. We're fine, but if you want to do it, make sure you want to do it for yourself, and not me. You've treated me like a queen, and you deserve every penny you recieve if you win," said his mother in a stern tone that Sonny knew that his father caused her to have.

Sonny remembered how much his mother had changed after his father left. She once was a strong-willed, fun-loving woman, but after her five year marriage with her husband had fell apart, she was quiet and tired. She soon was diagnosed with a very lengthy kidney failure that was killing her slowly, and there was nothing the doctors could do. She was forced to quit her job, and stay home in bed. They both knew any day was her last, and they tried to make it count. Sonny knew why she suffered a kidney failure, but no one else did, not even the doctors. Every once in a while Sonny would remember the cause and how it had affected them both. Sonny would then cry himself to sleep knowing that he could've done something to prevent it...

Sonny moved down to hug his mother as he said 'good night', and left the room. He stopped before leaving the room and switched off the light. Sonny slumped his head down as one tear shed from his eye, and then he was gone...

Danny Zuko's Home, Evening

Danny stood on his front porch as he smoked a cigarette. The chilling night time air moved past him and caused him to quiver a little. The night had a deafening impression on Danny, because it relaxed him. Night was his favorite time of the day, which is a oxymoron within itself.

Danny watched as Sonny's Impala pulled into Danny's driveway, with Sonny in the driver seat. He walked down his rickety wood steps and over to Sonny's Impala. He opened the passenger door, and sat in beside Sonny, who was silent.

Sonny pulled out of Danny's driveway and into the street. He began to drive off while Danny threw out his burnt out cigarette, with the wind rushing by them.

"Listen, Sonny, me and Kenickie were talking, and we think you haven't been yourself lately. And we don't want to be all sympathetic and crud, but we care about you, man, and think you need to talk," Danny said casually, messing with his hair.

"I'm fine, man! I ain't got a damn care in the world!" Sonny yelled, as he accelerated.

"Woah, slow down, Sonny!" Danny said, blocking the wind on his hair.

"Why? You want to catch the movie, right!" Sonny said, slowing down when he came to a country road that led to the drive-in.

As the car travelled along the dirt road, Danny looked over at Sonny.

"How is she?" he asked.

"Who?" responded Sonny.

"Your mom, you skid!" said Danny, slapping Sonny's head.

"Why do you care?" asked Sonny.

"Because the woman raised you with no father, and has put up with your antics all these years, even your attitude towards the opposite sex," said Danny, lighting another cigarette.

"Oh, I don't act like that in front of my mom. I act like a man, because I'm the man she needs. The only one she has," said Sonny.

"Yeah, and why don't you act like that in front of us, or chicks for that matter," said Danny, puffing at the cigarette.

"Listen, I don't want to talk about it. So, let's just be quiet and go watch this movie with the guys," said Sonny, who turned into the theater.

The Impala parked by Kenickie's "Greased Lightning" as they called it. Roger and Jan sat on the back, watching the movie and enjoying a large bucket of popcorn. Doody was trying to pull apart a wrapper of candy that was trifling to him. Rizzo and Kenickie were doing their usual antics in the car, making out. Frenchy was outside, helping Sandy with some make-up.

Sonny and Danny exited the vehicle and walked over to their friends. They were met with cheers of greeting and friendliness, while Danny walked over to Sandy, who was trying to pry Frenchy off of her long enough to give her boyfriend a hug. Danny embraced her and gave her a kiss on the cheek while Sonny just leaned agaist his car with his arms crossed with a scowl on his face.

"Hey, listen you guys, I'm gonna go get something to eat, alright?" Sonny said, trying to direct everyone's attention to himself.

"Get watever you want, we ain't you mother!" Kenickie shrieked from his car, releasing his lips from Rizzo's.

The group went up in laughter except for Sonny, Danny, and Sandy. Sonny just turned around in an angry manner and sulked his way to the snack bar. Danny watched him with empathetic eyes, while Sandy fixed his jacket.

"So, um, Sandy, you seen Marty and that new guy?" Danny asked, looking into Sandy's deep blue eyes.

"Well, actually..."

Sonny walked past rows of cars towards the snack bar with a determined look on his face. He was hoping he would come back to the group with a lady at his side. All he had to do was work his charm and...

"Marty?!?" Sonny exclaimed when he glanced into one of the cars beside him.

Inside the car, the figures of Marty and Johnny broke a kiss and turned back to see Sonny in the back. Sonny was engulfed with so much rage that he walked to the door of the driver's side, opened it, and pulled Johnny out by the collar, slamming him against the car.

"You get your filthy--" Sonny said angrily.

"Sonny, let him go! NOW!" yelled Marty, who was already on the other side of the car.

"Hey, man, be easy! It was just a kiss, I wasn't going to go any farther with her..." said Johnny, raising his hands in defense.

"No, Johnny, you don't have to explain yourself! Sonny is just being the usual jerk-off!" said Marty, trying to break Sonny's grip.

The scene had directed some unwanted attention on Sonny's behalf. All his friends and several classmates had come to surround Sonny, Johnny, and Marty. Kenickie and the group (minus Danny and Sandy) were cheering him on to punch him, as did several other people.

"Hey, man, listen, I understand if you're a little upset, I would to if my girlfriend-" Jonny reasoned.

"We're not together, Johnny! Sonny just won't take the hint that we're through with each other!" said Marty, struggling to break Sonny's grasp.

In the heat of anger and the moment, Sonny had given up with Marty and her words. He loved her more than this guy ever coul, but she wouldn't listen. Sonny finally released what anger he had left...

Into Marty.

Sonny swung his hand straight up and into the side of Marty's face, knocking her to the ground. The whole crowd fell dead silent and gasped.

"How does it feel, huh! How does it feel to be slapped by someone that cares about you! Tell me!" Sonny yelled in the silence of the night.

Marty looked up at him with tears rolling down her face. She could not believe what kind of monster Sonny had lowered himself to, and how he had exhibited his anger. Johnny, who was behind Sonny, moved to help her up, while Sonny just stared at her coldly. Sonny looked up to be met with a ton of frowns and angry stares. Danny and Sandy sighed and looked away, not knowing who was the wrong-doer.

Sonny just breathed heavily, and calmed down to a joking manner. He began to chuckle and dance around on his feet and words.

"Come on, guys, I didn't mean anything with that. I mean, come on, she had it coming..."

"Sonny..." said Marty softly beside him.

"Marty, come on--"

"I think...it's time for you to go."

Sonny looked at everyone for one brief moment and finally at Marty, who could ont dare look at him. Sonny sighed one last time and walked away from everything. From Marty, his friends, and his life...

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