A/N: Not much to say here unless it's enjoy chapter 3 and please review! What's going to happen at Buck's party? Let's find out! :D Happy reading!
Chapter 3
Sondra's POV
Why did Dally have to do this? I mean, I know that he truly cared about my birthday, whether he admitted it or not, but why did he have to drag Johnny and I to Buck's party? These things get extremely out of hand with all of these drunk and high thirteen-to-twenty-some year olds. Besides, Johnny and I were happy with just kicking back at the Curtis' house together, but now, we were trying our best to ignore all of the filthy language that was getting spat back and forth, all of the grinding and twerking, and not to mention the terrible scents of sweat, smoke, and alcohol that were all mixed together and lingering through the air of Buck's surprisingly huge house. It looked small on the outside, but on the inside, it was almost too gigantic to be true for a greaser.
Johnny and I had no idea what to do, considering all that was going around us were people getting rip-roaring drunk to the point where they were completely green in the face, and smoking so much that it was as if they were getting ready to hack their lungs out. All of the games were ridiculous things like: advanced chicken, which is when somebody burns more than one cigarette on whatever part of the body that they choose; the smoke ring challenge, where you have to smoke as many cigarettes as you can and hold in as much of the smoke as possible without coughing so you could blow the biggest smoke ring; and then there was the make out session game. That's the sickest one in my opinion. In it, you're supposed to see how long a couple can make out without parting for breath or anything, and you do all of this with people staring at you and cheering you on. Hell, Johnny and I saw these two guys taking up the challenge, but they were drunk and rolling around on the floor together. Hey, this is Tulsa; we don't judge people for the gender that they love. The only time others get judged for who they're dating is when you're not together with somebody who is from the same class as you.
The only people who knew about Johnny and I being together were the Curtis' gang, my mini 'gang,' somehow the Cobras and Amanda, Cherry and Mary Valance, Marcia Carington, and Randy Anderson. Ten greasers, nine Regulars; including Iris for ten, four Socs, and an unknown amount of Cobras. Other than that, nobody else in all of Tulsa knew about Johnny and I being a new couple. If anyone else found out, Johnnycake and I won't be able to hear the end of it, I bet. And not in the good and joking around way of not being able to hear the end of it either.
"Johnny, are you feeling alright?" I finally spoke up and said something. Ever since Johnny and I followed Dally into Buck's house, all we've been doing is sitting at a small table together and saying absolutely nothing. For a full hour, that's all we did, but not without continuing to attempt tuning out what all was going on around us. Even Dally was drunk on probably his thirteenth bottle of beer and sitting at his own table, laughing away like a maniac with Tim Shepard, who was smoking a cancer stick and coughing to death as he tried holding in the smoke for some unknown reason.
When Johnny looked at me, I noticed that he was flashing me that puppy dog look of his, batting his precious black eyes that were full of plead and sorrow. "I'm just sort of feeling bad 'bout being here, you dig? I mean, I know Dal wants us to have a fun time today since it is your fifteenth birthday, but he should know that this isn't the kind of 'fun' that we like to do."
Taking in Johnny's words before speaking, I rolled my shoulders and sighed. "Well, it's not your fault, Johnnycake. That's Dal for you; he believes that this kind of stuff is such a blast to be involved in. I know that it's not our type of fun, but what can we do 'bout it? Besides, it's the thought that counts."
"Still," Johnny's desperate puppy pout seemed to only be growing more by the minute. "I wish that I had the courage to stand up to him like I did that night at the movies when we, along with Two-Bit and Ponyboy, met Cherry Valance and her best friend with the black hair, uh...hm, what was her name again? Oh, right! Marcia, that's it."
A tiny grin spread across my face. "Oh, Johnny, don't worry 'bout it. Let's face it, Dally is your idol and you don't want to disrespect your idol after knowin' him for years and looking up to him after everythin' he's done for you."
"But it's different now," Johnny began to sound a little defensive, and I can't help myself from thinking that he's also being somewhat stubborn.
My small smile wiped off from my face, and I confusedly cocked an eyebrow like Two-Bit would do in a time like that. "How? How is it different now?"
"Well, for starters, I'm not that little child that he just met anymore. I'm sixteen, turning seventeen in just a few months, and I'm now acting more like a teenage father than a older brother for Cassidy and Jocelyn." Johnny listed, counting off the things that he was describing on his fingers.
Before he could possibly go on with more words, I opened my mouth and said: "But Dally is still your role model, Johnnycake. You worship the ground that he walks on no matter what and you know that you do."
Johnny just stared at me, giving me that stubborn look of his that said I didn't get it, but when I gave him my expression that told him that he knew that I was right, he sooner cracked. A smile spread across his face as he released a few chuckles, which made my look fall too, and I began to quietly laugh along with him. Sometimes I felt like Johnny was too stubborn for his own good, but at some points, I actually liked that about him. It gave me the chance to help him choose the right decision or break through a problem that he had that got him all emotional. Atleast that had our relationship growing stronger by the minute.
"He may be my idol, but you're my girlfriend now. I have to take chances and make mistakes with Dally here and there, sooner or later." Johnny said as he slid one of his hands to the center of the table. Knowing what he was doing, my grin grew and I placed my hand in front of his until we joined them together, our palms meeting and fingers locking.
Since everybody in here was either drunk, high, or both, it was perfectly all right for Johnny and I to show public affection for a change. Plus, I looked more like a greaser with my black tank-top, my purple; plaid shirt that remained unbuttoned, my dark pair of blue jeans that had holes in the fabric around the knees, and lastly, my pair of worn out dark green tennis shoes, which just happened to be the only pair of tennis shoes that I had. I was even wearing the silver ring with the heart-shaped diamond that Johnny had got me for our friends night out; I still can't believe that was over a month ago.
"Johnnycake, you know I love you no matter what. You don't have to go against Dally at all when you feel torn to do what he says, especially for me." I told him, and I meant every word that I was speaking through my lips, but that didn't stop Johnny from shaking his head.
"Sondra, I'm my own person. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate everythin' that Dal does for me and my kid sisters, and he's still one of my best pals no matter what, but from here on out, I'm goin' to make sure that I have an actual saying whenever he tells me to do something with him."
To be honest, I didn't feel so good about the idea of Johnny saying no to Dally about anything. It worried me because I didn't know how long their friendship would last if Johnny kept saying whatever he wanted to say when Dally told him to go someplace with him or something like that.
"But are you sure that that's such a great idea?" I asked, trying to hide a pout from tugging its way onto my lips, but I was slowly failing. "Johnnycake, I just don't want you to risk getting into any arguments with Dally or anything like that just because you told him what was on your mind or that you wanted to do somethin' else that he didn't want to do."
"Aw, Sondra," Johnny reached his free hand across the table and caressed my cheek, which instantly had me feeling like I was glowing redder than a bulb on a Christmas tree. Johnny then tucked a piece of my golden blonde hair behind me ear as he added the assuring words: "You don't need to worry about anything, okay? It's not like Dally and I never got into an argument before or anything like that. Everybody fights from time to time, but if they're a true friend, you'll find a way to make this work. Dal and I are still real close and we've fought before in the past."
I couldn't help myself to roll my eyes as I leaned my head down on my free hand that was clenched up. "Yeah, but you only seemed to argue sometime over three weeks ago. After he met me. A Regular. And he found out that I was a new friend to the gang."
"Oh, babe," Johnny sighed and shook his head at me, a small smile working its way onto his face. "The past is the past. If you bring the past up, all it's goin' to do is yank down the present, and that's only goin' to make things horrible for your future. Dally might've been a little...unreasonable after he first met you, but that's in the past now. Forget 'bout it, okay? Please? He acts like that to nearly everybody he first meets."
At first, all I did was stare at him, thinking heavily about his lecture as I processed it. I narrowed my eyes at him just for kicks, but I couldn't help myself to grow a new smile and laugh when Johnny decided to pull out his puppy dog face again, but this time was out of trying to get me to forget about the past with Dally and listen to his words.
"Not the puppy dog face!" I giggled, which had my Johnnycake holding back a smirk as he began to batter his puppy dog like eyes and make little whimpering noises. "Oh no!" I gasped with phony fear. "Not the helpless puppy whimpers, too! It's too much for me to handle!"
That's when Johnny finally cracked, fully exposing a wide smile as he chuckled along with me.
I gazed down at my lap, actually having a somewhat difficult time believing that this party wasn't as terrible like I thought it was going to be. If Johnny and I were having a good time talking and laughing together, it'll be like we never even left the Curtis' house. Although, I could maybe use an alcoholic free drink because the dry scent of mainly smoke in here has gotten my throat as dry as the desert over the passed hour.
"So, Sondra, what do you say? Can you forget about the past with Dally for me?" Johnny asked after he used his free hand to touch my chin and gently guide my head to look straight at him again.
Playfully I rolled my eyes and hummed a straight hum, gazing anywhere but directly at my boyfriend just to mess with him. I could tell that he knew that I was only kidding because when I finally stared back into his eyes, he was batting them like that little puppy again.
"Oh, all right...I guess that I can forget the past with Dally and move on for you." I pretended to sigh, acting as if Johnny broke me down with his puppy dog expressions that were honestly too cute to ignore anytime he broke it out.
"That's my girl." Johnny smirked, right before he leaned across the table and gave my cheek a quick kiss. Thank the lord that none of the drunk or high guests noticed it, because if any of them did, I bet they could've been screaming happily and cheering for Johnny and I to make out or something like that.
I swallowed down a giant gulp, trying my best to get rid of the dryness that was resting all over the inside of my throat, but no matter how many times I attempted getting rid of the dryness, it only seemed like it was spreading faster and faster.
Nobody's POV
A drink was all that Sondra wanted at that moment, but not just any drink. No, she didn't want tequila, beer, vodka, or any type of drink that had a single drop of alcohol in it. It was too bad that Buck didn't serve any types of soda at his house like he did whenever he was hosting one of his parties at the Dingo, but with any luck, maybe he would have fruit punch or some drink like that with no alcohol in it.
"Hey, Johnnycake, I'm pretty thirsty. Want to go fetch some alcoholic free drinks?" Sondra asked as she pointed one of her thumbs in the direction where two teenage boys were serving others all kinds of different types of drinks from different glass bottles and tin cans.
At first, Johnny seemed to hesitate, staring off at the two boys that looked maybe seventeen or eighteen years of age, handing down random cans and bottles of different drinks to whoever came up to them and asked for a liquid. Not only that, but those two boys certainly looked like they were nothin' but trouble. They had looks of complete boredom detailed all over their faces, and the one boy with the longish blonde hair had all kinds of different tattoos all over what was exposed of his arms, legs, and there were even tattoos covering close to every part of his neck. As for the other boy that had his dark brown hair styled up and drenched in hair grease, he had two nose rings, a lip ring, two eyebrow rings on each eyebrow, and a pair of earrings pierced all in his face and ears.
"Um..." Johnny's eyes were now huge, staring at the blonde and brunette troubled looking boys with almost complete fear until he turned his attention back to Sondra, who didn't seem scared at all. She actually wasn't; it took a lot more than that to terrify her after everything she's been through in her life.
"Johnnycake, all we're going to do is go over to them and ask if they have any alcoholic free drinks. If they don't, then we'll just come back here and sit without anything." Sondra spoke up since Johnny never gave her a direct response yet.
"...I don't know, darling...they look pretty dangerous and this is one of Buck's parties..." Johnny embarrassedly scratched at the back of his neck. "I can't imagine any drink here without one single drop of alcohol in it."
"But you don't know unless you try, Johnnycake. It feels like an oven in here and I'm as thirsty as heck, so if you don't want to come with me to ask those two boys if there are any drinks available with no alcohol here, then I guess you can just sit here and wait for me to return." Sondra lectured with a drop dead serious voice, leaving Johnny to stare at her with the same wide eyes that he was giving in the direction of the two serving boys.
It was then Sondra's turn to be stubborn as she narrowed her eyes for real this time, throwing her arms across her chest while doing so. She tried waiting patiently for Johnny to speak up and say something, even if it was the one little word no, but when all she got from his was complete silence as he stared down at his lap, Sondra let out a hearable sigh of stubbornness as she stood up from where she was sitting.
Johnny instantly shot his head back up and focused on Sondra again, his eyes now bigger than before. In return, Sondra gave him another few seconds as a chance to say something, but when he didn't, she turned away and mumbled: "Fine...I'll go by myself."
When Sondra began walking away, all Johnny felt like he could hear was the sound of his heart pounding faster and faster. He felt his chest rise and fall as his breathing increased, and ever breath he took in seemed to be longer than the last. It was as if the pounds of his heart were like a hammer against a piece of cloth. With every step Sondra took away from the table all by herself, the fear in Johnny's innocent black eyes piled up more and more. It was as if his father was coming at him with a bottle of tequila in one hand, and a leather belt in the other, but picturing Sondra getting hurt or possibly even raped by some other drunk or high guest terrified Johnny even more.
"Sondra, wait!" Johnny pounced up from his chair and trotted after his girlfriend, who froze in her tracks right away she heard his voice.
After Johnny made it all the way over to Sondra, dodging all of the other guests while he was doing so, Johnny didn't think twice before throwing one of his arms over Sondra's waist and pinning her to his side.
"I changed my mind," Johnny said, looking straight into Sondra's eyes as she did the same to him, noticing the terror that he was then trying to hide. "I could use a drink myself...but you're not taking another single step without me by your side from here on out at this party."
Grasping hard onto Johnny's words, it was as if the stubbornness was knocked clear out of Sondra's system, like it was never there to begin with.
A smile made its way onto Sondra's face, and with such gentle care, she took a hold of Johnny's free hand and squeezed it lightly. She loved seeing the joy that was beginning to sparkle up in his eyes, and the relief spread all over his face as he released a soft sigh, resting his forehead down on top of Sondra's head since she was shorter than him.
Playfully rolling her eyes at Johnny's moves, Sondra chuckled a little before she stood up on her tiptoes for a moment, just to give his nose a fast kiss.
"You're just lucky that you're so cute." Sondra continued to stand on her tiptoes again so she could whisper into Johnny's ear, which left him blushing heavily as he grew his rare; full smile. He knew that he was forgiven.
Sondra's POV
"Excuse me," I spoke up with the kindest voice that I could pull off after Johnny and I made it over to the two teenage boys that were busy serving all kinds of different drinks. By the looks of their nametags, the one boy with the piercings was named Bobby, and the other one with the many tattoos went by the name Fang.
When Fang and Bobby locked their eyes on me, Johnny slid his arm up from my waist and draped it around my shoulders.
Fang flipped his blonde hair, blowing his bangs out from dangling in front of one of his teal eyes the best that he could. I could've sworn that I saw a dark blue shade surrounding his other eye that was being hidden behind his bangs after they fell in front of it again, but Fang seemed to just give up and left his bangs hanging there.
"Yes, what can we do for you? Can we offer you a beverage?" Bobby broke the silence that had formed, but the tone of his voice did give it away that he was bored out of his mind. Either that, or he was a little drunk.
Johnnycake and I exchanged our expressions for a few seconds before we turned our attention back on Bobby and Fang, who were waiting for an answer. I knew before starting my way over here that Johnny wasn't so sure about these two servers, but now I understand why. I don't judge others until seeing how they acted towards somebody else, and by the seems of Fang and Bobby, they hated what they were doing and Johnny was actually right. They did look pretty troubling.
"Um, we'd actually like two beverages, yes," Johnny approved, but just as Fang gazed over at Bobby, who was getting ready to hand down what I thought were two bottles of beer, I quickly spoke up and said: "By any chance, do you guys have any drinks that don't have any alcohol in it?"
Silence met Johnny and I as Bobby and Fang exchanged their suddenly new looks that were printed on their faces. It looked like to me that Fang was confused, raising an eyebrow and looking as if he was trying to figure something important out. But Bobby, on the other hand, had this smirk curl its way up onto his face as he rested the two bottles of beer back on the tray that was balanced perfectly in his right hand.
"You're in luck, young ones!" Bobby said with sudden cheer in his voice, as if his previous tone that was full of boredom was never there.
Just as he started studying his tray, looking as if he was counting all of the bottles and cans of beer, tequila, and vodka, I gave Johnny a small smirk like grin that was my silent way of telling him that I told him so. In return, Johnny gazed down at the floor and tried his best to keep an embarrassed grin off from his face, which had me quietly giggling to myself.
"Here you two go," Bobby spoke up again, handing me a glass of this red liquid, and then he gave the exact same beverage to Johnnycake. I had no problem with taking mine the exact moment that Bobby offered it to me, but Johnny was still who Johnny Cade was. He was hesitant, taking a moment to study the glass and what the red liquid could be before he steadily took it from Bobby's offering hand.
"What is it?" I asked, giving Bobby a small trustworthy smile.
"I believe that it's some fruit punch. Buck decided to stir the drinks up a little tonight, so he brought fruit punch along with the alcohol." Bobby responded as he grinned right back at me.
I peeked over at Johnny, witnessing him take a small width of the red liquid before he dared to poke his tongue in and test it. After he did so, taking a moment to take in the taste, he looked at me.
"Yep, it's fruit punch." Johnnycake embarrassedly grinned again, giving me three nods while doing so.
In return, I smirked again, but then I gazed back at Bobby and asked: "So there is no alcohol in this, right?"
"What do you think?" Bobby suddenly began to laugh, acting like he was a whole different person. "It's fruit punch, for cryin' out loud, gal!"
I raised an eyebrow, trying my best to hide my new concern towards Bobby and his new attitude. I then shrugged my shoulders at him. "Thanks, I guess. Do you mind if we take two more? It's pretty hot in here."
"Sure, it's no problem at all." Bobby simply shrugged his shoulders before he scanned his tray again, and then handed Johnny and I two more glasses of the fruit punch.
"Thanks!" I continued trying to be polite by grinning again.
"You're welcome." Bobby smiled slimly back at me, but before I knew it, he was smirking with his eyebrow now raised. "You know...you're a very pretty young girl...you look just as sweet as a cupcake, you know?"
After hearing those words come out of Bobby's mouth, I couldn't help myself to start feeling extra concerned as I snuggled up closer to Johnny's side.
"Dude, stop flirting with girls who are too young for you! It's low class!" Fang bellowed at Bobby, just as he gave his arm a gentle; but yet strong enough punch that had Bobby glaring at him.
"We're greasers! How lower can we get?" Bobby asked, shaking off the punch that Fang just gave him.
To help the knot that was beginning to tie up in the pit of my stomach, I began to take a few gulps down from one of my two glasses. The fruit punch tasted great, especially when taking the dryness away from my throat.
When I decided to take a glance over at Johnny, I could tell from the look on his face that he wasn't pleased one bit with what Bobby just said.
"I'm afraid that this pretty, young, sweet, cupcake looking gal is off the market," Johnny sassily informed, staring straight at Bobby. "Now can you please do me a favor and listen to your friend?"
Bobby rolled his eyes, no longer looking like that happy guy anymore, but he was back to looking bored out of his mind. "Oh, relax, kid. I was just playing 'round."
"Well, next time, can you not play 'round with my girlfriend?" Johnny asked with the same amount of sass in his voice, but all Bobby did was look at him with that bored facial expression glued back on his face. "Whatever..." Johnny muttered under his breath, right before he took a sip from one of his glass cups of fruit punch. Then he began leading me away from Bobby and Fang, holding me closer than ever before, but not without giving Bobby one final small glare over his shoulder.
Nobody's POV
Fang kept his eyes on Sondra and Johnny as they walked away, dodging all of the other wild guests while they were at it, until they finally made it back to their table, where they plopped themselves down in their seats and began to drink more of their fruit punch.
"What in the hell is wrong with you?!" Fang bellowed out, his voice full of fury. His eyes were now icy and cold, shooting off daggers at Bobby, who was now smirking with absolute satisfaction.
"What are you talkin' about? You heard me say to the boy with the black hair that I was only kiddin' 'round with his girl." Bobby snickered at his own act, actually trying to make himself sound believable when telling his serving buddy that he was only pretending to flirt with Sondra. He meant every flirty word that came out of his mouth, and Fang knew that. If they weren't such best friends, Fang swore to himself that he would've been beatin' the living heck of out Bobby.
"That's not what I'm talking about, but that's 'nother thing that's completely wrecked in your head!" hissed Fang, using his free hand to smack himself straight on his forehead, followed by him running it through his hair.
"What's goin' on with you, hombre?" Bobby asked, smirking from ear to ear, acting like he didn't know what Fang was getting at.
Fang placed his free hand that wasn't holding his tray on his hip, and he rolled his eyes. "Um, why did you lie to those teenagers? They said that they wanted alcoholic free drinks!"
"So?" questioned Bobby with a simple shrug of his shoulders, as if everything was all peaches in cream. "What's your point?"
"My point is that you know that what you put in the fruit punch is heavy stuff! You lied to them!" Fang snapped.
"Hey, my friend, as far as I'm concerned, the more wasted chicks, the higher chance of me gettin' lucky tonight." chuckled Bobby with a mixture of delight and deviousness shimmering in his eyes.
Fang cursed under his breath, going on and on with every word in the book and every dirty insult that he could think of.
"Whoa, Fang! Watch your language!" Bobby laughed with absolute mock. "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"
Fang's lips pulled back to reveal nearly all of his clenching teeth. "I hate you, you know?"
It was then Bobby's turn to grind his teeth together and narrow his eyes. "Whatever, jackass. You don't know how to have any fun. Just let the master handle this, okay? Now get off of my back!"
"Okay, okay," the still high as heck Tim Shepard laughed at Dally, who had just finished yet another bottle of beer and belched so loudly that Tim could've sworn that Buck's entire house shook up. "I think that you had enough beer, my friend."
"Aw, really?" Dallas asked with a phony hurt look on his face, but it sooner vanished and he rolled his eyes as he took in a deep breath and puffed it out to blow his bangs out of his face.
Taking a drag of his unknown amount of marijuana, Tim nodded his head.
Another full thirty minutes had passed by, and all Dallas has been doing since he first came into Buck's party was getting drunk, but he didn't seem to care. That's all be basically did at Buck's parties.
"Pfft!" Dally hissed, releasing some smugly laughter as he kicked his legs up onto the table and snatched yet another bottle from somebody's tray when they came walking around their direction.
Tim watched, not daring to stop Dallas as he popped off the cap and took down one giant gulp.
"You're majorly drunk!" Tim laughed like a maniac at Dally's antics, which left the toughest male greaser in all of Tulsa smirking widely after he swallowed down another gulp from his new bottle of alcohol and wiped away the remaining drops from his lips with his tongue at first, and then his leather jacket's sleeve.
"What? You told me not to drink anymore beer! This is some tequila, my friend!" Dally pointed at his new bottle of tequila before locking his lips around the top of it again and taking down yet another huge slurp.
The eldest Shepard took a moment to laugh again before he took another drag of his marijuana. After that, he began gazing around the huge crowd of other drunk and high guests that were dirty dancing the day away, or they were having a blast with the outrageous games.
"Hey, Dally...I thought you said you...brought Johnny and Sondra with you, man." Tim coughed a few times from accidentally swallowing a drag of his marijuana, and when it did so, some smoke came out of his mouth.
Dally nodded his head. "I did, yes."
"...Where are they then?" Tim questioned, but all Dallas did was rest his head back in his seat and shrug his shoulders.
"They're 'round here somewhere. If they're not, they probably ditched to go back to the Curtis' place. If they did that, I'm goin' to be havin' a little talk with the two of 'em, but as for now..." Dally raised his bottle of tequila into the air before bringing it back up to his lips and takin' down another jug.
Tim hesitated, but then shrugged. "All right, Dal. Whatever you say, bud."
Usually if Dallas wasn't in such a drunk stage, he would be searching Buck's whole house for Sondra and Johnny. He would've flicked out his switchblade and cursed at everybody else to get out of his way if he needed to do anything like that. If a door was locked, he would've bust it straight down in order to see if Johnnycake and/or Sondra were there, but since he was so drunk, it was as if his true concern about where they were didn't exist.
If only that never happened...
Johnny's POV (drunk)
Man, I haven't tasted fruit punch that actually packed such a delicious punch in God knows how long! I'm not even sure that I ever had fruit punch that tasted that tuff! Somethin' about it must've been different from all of the other fruity drinks in this world! I wish that I knew what it was, but since I don't...who cares?! I still love it! Lordy, I must've had atleast sixteen glasses of that red stuff! Hey, wait a minute...sixteen glasses...I'm sixteen years old! How ironic!
This blonde chick, who is named Sondra Prescott, and I ended up bumping into each other after I drank no less than sixteen glasses of the fruit punch, and she must've drank fourteen or so glasses.
I was busy spinnin' all over the place, cheering at the top of my lungs as I leaped from side to side, dancing wildly with all of these other people, but not without throwing in a couple of cartwheels here and there on the side. Thanks to my two friends, Ponypop and Sodaboy, I learned how to cartwheel in no time!
When I was dancing all over the place and screaming gleefully, having no cares at all on my mind, I accidentally spun my way into Sondra, who was drinking yet another glass of that fruit punch. However, when I bumped into her, I made the remains of what was left of the red liquid slip out of its glass cup and splash all over her black tank-top.
"Gah!" Sondra yelped and she quickly turned herself around to see me just looking at her, speechless. Dang, she was one heck of a hot gal.
Sondra's eyes narrowed and shot off angry daggers, and her face was beginning to turn red, but I wasn't scared of her. Besides, she looked even prettier when looking directly at me, even when she was upset.
"Why in the world did you just do that to me?!" Sondra demanded to know, which had me raising my bare hands up to my shoulders.
I then offered her a smirk. "Didn't anybody ever tell you that you're smokin' hot when you're angry?"
Sondra took a moment to hesitate, still holding her glass that was now empty as she stared around from left to right, side to side.
"Um..." she sang before fixing her eyes back on me. "Are you really talkin' to me right now?"
I lowered my arms and stuffed my hands into my jean jackets pockets, allowing my smirk to grow wider so my teeth could be seen.
"Well, I don't see any other cuties like you 'round this place. And it's not like I actually meant to knock your drink all over your shirt there, but since we're actually talkin' again over it, I'm kind of glad that I bumped into you."
At my words, Sondra rolled her eyes, but she couldn't fool me. I could see that small smirk of hers beginning to spread across her face.
"I guess that I can forgive you, but if you ever want to talk to me, don't think that you have to splash any kind of drink on me to get my attention." Sondra said as she tucked a piece of her golden blonde hair behind her ear.
I laughed at her words, feeling the safeness then drifting in the air. So I moved in until I was directly in front of her, and then I connected my arms around her waist.
"I still believe that I should make up for causing you to spill your fruit punch all over yourself, though..." I began to feel my face heating up, as if I was a flame of fire.
"Oh, really?" Sondra looked flattered, in my opinion. She had this flirty glimpse in her eyes, and she was grinning at me a little as she bit down on her bottom lip.
I shyly, but yet confidently smiled back at her and nodded my head.
"What exactly do you have in mind of makin' it up?" Sondra then asked me, standing up on her tiptoes a little.
"Maybe...this?" I smirked widely before moving in and planting my lips against hers. Before I knew it, I heard the sound of breaking glass, and when I quickly removed my lips from Sondra's to stare at the floor, I realized that she dropped her glass. When I glanced back at her though, she was smiling widely, looking just as pink in the face as I felt, and I knew that she was delighted by my apology.
But before I saw it coming, Sondra grasped both sides of my jean jackets collar and pulled me back up to her again so our lips would meet. Again, I wrapped my arms around Sondra's waist, smiling under her lips as she began to run her fingers through my hair. We wouldn't stop making out, running our hands up and down each others backs and sometimes even tickling the others neck. Our parting only lasted for maybe five seconds before we started kissing like mad again.
"Hey, Johnny..." Sondra whispered into my ear after we finally stopped our kissing for maybe the seventh or so time. "...Catch me if you can."
Playfully, she pushed me away from her, and then she took off running like a bolt of lightning. I took no hesitation to laugh and go running after her, making my ways around all of the other people and even jumping over some of the tables and chairs. Though, I was finally able to snatch Sondra off from her feet and twirl her around over my shoulder, making the two of us laugh like crazy after we made it up the wooden staircase...
Sondra's POV
What in the world...why is my head killing me so much? That's all that I could think to myself as my eyes slowly began to open up, but to my surprise, I was no longer sitting at the small, round table with Johnny, where the two of us were chatting over our glasses of fruit punch. That's the last thing I remember doing before...I don't know. Did I black out or something? I must've fainted or something like that...but why? How?
I could still hear the mixed noises of the reckless music and different high and drunk people cheering their heads off, but to startle me even more, I sooner realized that all of the ear-splitting noise was no longer in the same room with me. Instead, it all sounded like it was coming from bellow me.
I panted hard, feeling my heart beating rapidly in my chest as I kept my eyes on the brown ceiling of Buck's house. I knew that I was still at the party, but where exactly was I at the party? Wherever I was, I was now lying back on a flat surface, clenching fistfuls of something very warm, and I could've sworn that my hair felt more all over the place than usual. What happened to me? Where was I? Where was Johnnycake at? For maybe another full minute, I kept my eyes looking straight up at the ceiling, but after that, I've had enough of asking myself so many questions and only coming up with nothing to answer all of them with.
So, despise the massive pains that were firing back and forth in my head, I removed my hands from whatever it was that I was clenching and forced myself to sit up. When I looked around the room, I noticed that there was two doors, one of them being closed and locked, and the other being open, revealing a bathroom. There was only one window, but it was covered up with torn up and stained drapes. I could also see a TV, which was resting in front of...
I took in a deep breath of shock, coming so close to yelping, but my breath got caught in my throat and I stiffened completely. I had finally realized that I was in one of Buck's rooms, but not only was I in one of his rooms, but I was completely bare underneath the covers of the bed, which was what the TV was in front of.
No...I couldn't have...I just couldn't have! There is no way in hell that I had it! This must be a nightmare! A terrible, horrifying, but very realistic nightmare!
Tears began to weld up in my pale blue eyes as I clenched one of the bed covers tightly and held it in front of me to hide my nakedness. Sniffling, I shook my head and couldn't help myself to allow some whimpers to escape.
"No...no, this can't be real...I must be dreaming...I have to be dreaming!" I was scared, coming so close to just losing it and bursting into tears like a waterfall, but when I attempted pinching myself to see if I really was dreaming, all I got was myself releasing a soft: "Ow!"
Again, I tried pinching myself, but I got the same exact response. I wasn't dreaming...
"No!" I quietly howled as I clenched my tearful eyes shut and started feeling the salty tears trace their separate paths down my burning cheeks.
I couldn't believe it...I wanted to wait until I was married before I ever had it, but now...the one thing for a woman to give her true love is out of my hands.
I thought that things couldn't get any worse for me, but I was proven wrong when I felt this feeling in the pit of my stomach that had me feeling like everything inside of me did a summersault. Before I knew it, I leaped out of the bed, continuing to use one of the blanket covers to hide all of my bare skin as I rushed into the bathroom and fell down on my knees, right in front of the toilet. My mouth gaped open as my stomach emptied, and I felt a giant burning sensation scar the inside of my throat due to the hot vomit making its way back up my body.
More and more tears flooded my eyes as I stood back up on my trembling legs flushed the toilet. I needed to grasp a hold of myself for a moment before I was able to slump my way over to the sink, where I turned on some cold water that I could use to splash in my face and rinse my mouth out. However, no matter how many times I washed my face, my tears wouldn't stop forming in my eyes and streaking my face all over again.
After I gargled and washed my mouth out, using one of my bare arms to wipe my pouting lips after I turned the water back off, I couldn't help myself to feel even worse when I laid my eyes on my reflection in the broken mirror.
My face was beating red, covered with streaks of salty tears, and my golden blonde hair was usually left shagged up to begin with since that was just my style, was now all over the place. I sighed, completely ashamed in myself as more tears escaped and fell from my eyes, which were beginning to go red-rimmed.
"I'm so stupid..." I sniffled at my reflection, growing more angry in myself than anything at the moment. I just wanted to scream and curse out at my reflection, but yet at the same time, I didn't. Nonetheless, that didn't stop the anger from making its way onto my face; my watery eyes narrowed and my lips pulled back, exposing my grinding teeth. "You deserve the shame that you're feeling right now! You deserve it big time! What's Charlie-arlie goin' to say if he finds out 'bout this, hm? Or what 'bout the rest of the Curtis' gang, especially..."
Before I could go on and on furiously rambling at myself in the broken mirror, I stopped. I could've sworn I felt my heart leap all the way across the globe, and my tearful eyes shot huge at what I was about to say to myself. Especially...Johnnycake...where was Johnny even at?
I gulped down a nervous lump in my throat as I forced myself to stare back out of the bathroom, giving my full attention to the bed that was now a wreck. Somebody else was resting underneath another one of the covers. At first, I rested my back against the side of the door, trembling nervously at who could be the one that I had it with. I knew that I had to find out, so I took in a deep; but very soft breath and released it. After that, I took one small step at a time, tiptoeing out of the bathroom and all the way back over to the bed until I was able to grasp a gentle, but very shaky hold of the other cover. I hesitated for a couple of seconds, preparing myself before I finally yanked the blanket back to reveal just part of the upper body.
I could've sworn that I felt my heart sink, as if it was a rock in water, and my jaw felt like it dropped all the way to the floor.
There, lying on his stomach with his head resting on top of one of his arms and looking in my direction...was Johnny. He looked like he was sleeping peacefully; his eyes were dreamily shut and his hair was an absolute mess, but even though he looked like an angel in his sleep, that didn't erase how stunned I was after putting all of the pieces together. Well...not all of the pieces. I still didn't get how Johnny and I ended up doing anything like this when the last thing I remember being how we were just talking over our fruit punch glasses. We must've gotten drunk somehow or something, but what I really didn't understand was how when we didn't take any drugs or alcohol that I'm aware of.
"Oh my god..." I muttered under my breath, completely terrified, nervous, and shocked all in one. What was the Curtis' gang going to think about me now that I ended up in bed with one of their members somehow, especially Dally?! Oh my god, Dallas was going to kill me if he found out! I mean, I know that Johnny and I said that we loved each other, and I knew for one heck of a fact that we weren't lying, but I didn't think we'd end up doing something like this until we were a married couple in the future!
Suddenly, just as I stared to believe that none of this could get any worse, I saw Johnny's fingers begin to twitch a little, followed by his lips going straight as he released an awakening moan. I grasped the one cover that I still had around me tighter, and I quietly choked on my oxygen as I stiffened, not knowing what to do as I just stood there in Johnny's view...and on the side of his stirring, he slowly opened his eyes.
A/N: Cliffhanger! What's goin' to happen next? Please review and stay tuned for chapter 4 to see! :D
By the way, just so I can set somethin' about this chapter straight, when Johnny was drunk, Sondra was drunk as well, in case anybody didn't know that.
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