Haha! Didn't think I'd update so quickly? Well, you were WRONG! I've been writing a whole ton, just for you people. Especially my new found awesome crazed fan, Living.By.Will. Well anyway, this is the now. Enjoy.
I shifted in my desk, scribbling on my notebook I hate history, I thought. I've never been into the whole "Uncle Sam" crap. Hearing about men blowing each other up is not my kind of fun. Honestly, I find war to be very unnecessary. That's mostly what history is. That's how anyone's history is. It's just another load of . And one thing I noticed, is when there's a lesson on a war, or even on a country, there's always something bad attached right to the good thing. I guess that's life for you. Human life, anyway.
What's even more depressing is when there's a lesson on the ancient Sumerians. It talks about how there would be a ruler, and that ruler would try to keep the bloodline pure by inbreeding. Say if the father and/or mother died while the child was still young, the uncle or aunt would slaughter the child for gain of the thrown. It was pretty gruesome back then. But when it all comes down to it, we're human. Humans do whatever to protect, or gain leadership. Some cower out and run…
Unfortunately, for me, we were learning about politics. I rolled my eyes, and tapped my pencil repeatedly on my desk. I could feel all the eyes watching me, in disgust. I shrugged. I guess that's what I get for hanging around the Greasers.
Not that it's a bad thing to pal around with them. But at the same time, it's very "dangerous" I guess. When I set foot in Tulsa, I knew there had to be some kind of war. There's always a war, and it never stops. And it's for pointless things; dominance of land, or peoples, pride, revenge, you name it. I don't like fighting that much. But if I had to, I'd tear up some Socy ass. I guess you could say I fight for protection. That's the only thing me and Pony have in common. Of course, that's not enough for him to even look at me.
After what seemed like forever, the last bell finally rang. I gathered my things rather quickly, with a smile on my face. I guess you could say that the end of school makes me very happy. Especially on a Friday. Making a way to the door, I was stopped by a posse of what looked like three Socy girls. They stomped over to me, just outside the classroom, and snatched my things from my hands. Then, they scattered it around the hallway, and glared at me. I crossed my arms calmly, ready for this Friday's rant.
"You're a ing slut, but I bet you knew that already." The one on the left said, while the other two grinned. I cocked an eyebrow. Typical Soc girls, they try so hard to make us "worthless" Greasy girls' life a living hell (at least the ones that even make it to school. If it were on our territory, we would be the ones doing the thrashing around here). I guess that's the whole rich-girl tanorexic fad.
It makes me sick how many girls come up to me at the end of the week, accusing me of stolen money, or some shit like that. If it's not me, it's Pony. If it's not him, it's one of the guys that come around. We're smart enough not to steal from them. First off, we can get sent to the cooler. Second, there's really nothing we want of theirs. I mean sure, their cars are nice. But I'm sure the cops would be suspicious of Stingrays parked in our driveways.
I gasped. "Really? And what did I do this time, ladies?" The one on the right piped up, "Randy told us about your little outing. How he paid for his session." They all giggled. "He said it wasn't even worth his time." I bursted out in laughter. I couldn't help myself. This was the most hilarious story yet. Randy. Wow. I regained my composure, and recrossed my arms. "And you believe all coming from Randy? C'mon! You guys should even know his lame -ass lies all the ing time."
"And the fact you guys think it's funny that he possibly ed around with me? I'd be morally disgusted." That is still something I don't understand. I mean, it wasn't uncommon for a Soc to stop by a Greasy prostitute for some action. However, I still didn't quite get why the Soc girls were so calm about it. I guess it's another dominance thing. Just in a more twisted way.
I took a step forward, and shoved the girls onto the hallway floor. "If you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be. I picked up my things, and left them on the floor cussing up a storm. I slowed my pace when I got to the sidewalk. Going to work was never any fun. Well, I can name a few things…
I laughed to myself. I love how I was referred to as a Greaser. I love the title, even how it's so ironic. If you put me in a room full with Soc girls, you wouldn't even notice I was there. Even before I met the guys, I never believed in wearing pounds of makeup, or smoking. Apparently, this was very common amongst the Greasy girls. I preferred wearing the pretty dresses I had, and being happy the way I look.
When I finally got to the DX, it didn't surprise me when I saw a group of Soc girls were surrounding Soda. He's the cherry on top of their perfect days. They'd sit there, and stare at him for hours to come. It was rather sickening.
I didn't notice when Soda came up from behind, and put his arms around my waist, and rested his chin on the top of my head. I turned to face him, and gave him a peck on the lips. He kissed back, just a little more forceful. I knotted my fingers in his slick, dark hair.
I heard the gasp go through his fangirl posse. I guess no one knew yet. Well, I didn't even know until it was official last night (not like that, you pervs). He broke the kiss, ignoring the noise that suddenly came from the girls. "I missed you", he whispered in my ear. "I know, it's been a full 8 hours. How devastating." I said back sarcastically. I saw him grin the smile that makes me want to cry, it was so cute. I frowned, and looked at my top. He got car grease all over the chest. "Thanks, a million," I muttered.
He looked at me with his shining blue eyes. "Anything to get you out of your clothes, Ev." I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks instantly. He laughed at me, and put his hands on either side of my face. "I was just kidding". He brushed his lips across mine.
Almost immediately, he gave a pat on my backside, edging me towards the entrance to the DX. "No slacking around, or I'll have to hand out discipline" He winked. I grinned back, and went inside. I was in such a daze, I didn't even feel when I crashed into the store wall.
I'm so naughty. Lol. I guess that was unexpected, huh? That was a total "accident". Please review.