Sorry it's been so long since an update! I've been really preoccupied in my other fanfics that this one is just wasting away. Hopefully this will make up for it.
Recap:
"Guys, guys! It's all right!" Joni pushes us away and is now openly laughing.
"Is it?"
"Yes." She sighs and leans a head on my shoulder and a hand on my chest. "Yes it is."
Joni's head doesn't stay on my shoulder for long. Curtis gets up fast, his face is tomato red. I almost want to laugh, but the way Joni stiffens next to tells me not to even smile.
"Come, on Joni. We're leaving." Her nails curl into my wife beater and grip hard.
"No." She says loud and clear, snapping her wild eyes onto Ponyboy's. He only scoots out of the booth and reaches around my back, seizing Joni's shoulder and jerking it forward.
"Don't be an idiot, Joni. This guy cheated on you." The little chick shoves me out of the booth and hops up so she's giving Curtis the meanest glare I've ever seen out of a girl, even my sister.
"And you wish you could do the same! The only reason why you don't is because you're a coward." Curtis' face becomes redder as he stumbles over his words.
"What are you…I…I don't know what you mean!"
"Please!" Joni pushes Curtis right in the chest, sending him stumbling back a step. "I've seen the way you look at that Cathy girl. But you're too much of a wimp to say a word to her! Or to get rid of me!"
"I don't want to get rid of you!" Curtis grabs Joni's shoulders and gives one good shake. The chick only shoves him away again, her eyes burning like a cancer stick.
"Yeah? Well I want to get rid of you!" She turns on her heels, which are the only sound in the diner as she clicks over to my side. The idiot follows after her and leans down to whisper into her ear.
"For God's sake, Joni. What if Two-Bit found out?"
"Let him." She says simply. "I don't care what he thinks."
"But…he's your brother!" Joni throws her head back and laughs coolly.
"Some brother." She mutters, turning back towards me. "Uh…so…"
"So let's get out of here!" I growl, seizing her wrist while sprinting forward. I hear the diner burst back into buzzing gossip, but I don't care; because I got the girl. I won the girl. We run to my car and hop in, both of us shaking with excitement. I move to force the keys into the ignition, but a small force smacks into me and holds me back. Soon small, perfect lips crush into mine, greedy for my taste. And boy, am I greedy for hers. My rough hands grab a fistful of flaming hair and force it closer to me, if it's possible. The small force eagerly moves forward, resting one hand on the door for support as it brings its right knee to rest next to mine. I pull away, making Joni whine in protest and wrap her arms around my neck.
"No. Don't stop." I push her back into her chair, but smile.
"We have to get out of this joint before Matthews comes looking for you." I put the keys in and step on the gas, speeding away from the diner while checking the mirror to make sure no one was following. Joni sits perfectly still, and almost looks like a statue for the whole ride. When I finally kick off the engine, we are in an abandoned lot about two miles out of town.
"Where are we?" I jump, and look over at Joni who's cocking her head.
"Uh…a lot. I go here a lot when I need to get away from gang business." Joni stretches out like a cat, and rest her head in my lap. Instinct told me to push the broad off and away; that she only existed for one reason. But she looked so damn cute, sprawled out and wide green eyes staring up at me curiously.
"So how many girls have you brought here, including me?" I considered telling her the truth, but my instinct over powered me.
"One; you."
"Bull shit." She replies merrily. "Come on, how many?" I take a deep breath and shake my head.
"Fine, five. But why do you want to know?" Joni shrugs and smiles up at me, stretching out again.
"Oh, I don't know." She says, slowly moving up. Finally she's back in sitting position, leaning against the door in a way that could only mean "come and get me." But I won't come after her, she is going to come after me.
"So what does your knight and shinning armor think of you, really?" Joni shrugs, a confused expression on her face.
"Don't know. He's not even around that much, always going off with Jennings." She sighs and leans against the seat, looking over at me with wide, probing eyes.
"When are you coming to get me?!"
I lean forward, my face inches from hers, so close that I can smell her.
"Never."
She inches closer, closing the distance, making me smile in triumph. "Watch out." She whispers, suddenly pulling back. I stumble forward, and land face first into her faded blue jeans. Joni laughs, causing my face to rub against the rough material of her jeans and become hot.
"I told you to watch out." She giggles. I push myself up, and glare at her something awful that would make anybody on the streets run for dear life. She shrinks back, sinking just as low as she can go in the torn seat. "I'm sorry." I grab her wrist and push her hard against the seat, holding my glare.
"Not as sorry as you're gonna be." She whimpers under me, probably scared to death. I ignore it and move my head down, forcing my lips against hers with a force that makes her gasp. I smile, happy that her body goes slack under mine. When I pull away for air, her little hands are slapping my arm mercilessly.
"Don't you ever scare me like that again, Curly Shepard!" I laugh and hold my hands out, trying to catch the fist of fury.
"Whoa, take it easy tiger!" She doesn't let up, but pushes me down onto the seat.
"Not until you apologize." She says as she pins down my arms. I only smile up at her and shake my head.
"No apologies, no regrets. That's the Shepard gang's motto."
"Screw the Shepard gang!" She says.
"Screw you!"
"Will you do it?" I growl and push her off of me, forcing her back into the seat. She doesn't pout, but looks out her window and away from me.
"You know, for a thirteen year old you sure have some imagination." She slumps and glares over at me.
"Who told you I was thirteen?"
"Everybody knows you're thirteen."
"I'll be fourteen in a month."
"And I'll be sixteen in two." She turns her head away again, glaring out at the blackness.
"You're used to getting what you want, aren't you?"
"Always. Until I meet you."
"Bet it makes you angry." She glares at me again.
"You have no idea." I smirk and wrap an arm around her shoulder, ignoring the glare that she held on me.
"Well, you'll get what you want eventually sweetheart. But not when you're a kid."
"I'm not a kid!"
"Sure are acting like one." She huffs and turns away from me again, pretending the dull blackness is more gorgeous than me face. "Hey," I grab her chin and turn it back towards me. "Hey, don't be like this. One day you'll thank me for waiting." She snorts, but doesn't pull away.
"Well, don't count on that day coming around anytime soon." I smile and kiss her. She kisses me back.
Me, Curly Shepard, just turned down an opportunity to get screwed. What is the world coming into?