I do not own The Outsiders and these song Dead End Justice belongs to The Runaways

I'm a blond bombshell and I wear it well

You're momma says you go straight to hell

I'm sweet sixteen and a rebel queen

I look real hot in my tight blue jeans

The Runaways

Tara thanked Dru profusely for all her help to which Dru replied, "Don't mention it. Just come back her tomorrow and I'll give you some more lessons on how to be tough." Tara obeyed but the next day, there was another girl with Dru when she walked in. Tara said hi but the girl said nothing and just gave Tara a penetrating stare, looking her up and down. Tara suddenly felt self-conscious in her new black pedal pushers paired with a tight blue sweater. She blushed, feeling like a little kid playing dress up.

Then the girl burst out laughing. "That's the first thing a guy will do to you when you walk into a room and if you can't handle it from me, then I don't know what hope there is for you."

"Give her a break," said Dru as she lit a cigarette. "I haven't even properly begun to corrupt her yet. Tara, this is Sylvia. Sylvia, Tara. Sylvia's going to help you make you over too."

Sylvia eyed Tara. "Do I know you?" she asked.

"Nobody knows me," said Tara miserably. Dru and Sylvia exchanged looks.

"Listen honey, if you want to change, then you can't be so doom and gloom all the time, dig?" said Sylvia. Tara nodded. "Just tell me what to do and I'll do it."

"That's what I like to hear," said Dru. "If you do good today, we'll take you out to the Dingo to show off your new look."

By six o'clock, Dru and Sylvia deemed Tara "ready" for her first conquest at the Dingo dressed in tight blue jeans, her old red blouse tied up at the waist, red stilettos, and with her blonde hair curled and teased and ratted within an inch of its life. A cigarette dangled out of her red lipsticked mouth as Tara pushed open the door to the busy diner, flanked by her two mentors. She saw open seats at the counter and perched on the stool, daring anyone to approach her.

"Hey baby," a smooth voice said as an arm tried to snake around her waist.

"Who you calling baby?" she said as she spun the stool round to the direction of the voice. It was a blonde greaser with charming elfin face but cold blue eyes. He seemed to recognize her and laughed as he said, "Well doll, you've sure grown up since I last saw you. Shame Timmy threw you out so soon. If you'd stuck with me I'd have shown you a good time."

Tara flushed as she remembered more of her humiliating night with Tim. She turned away from him.

"Hey doll, don't be like that. Not all of us are like Tim, you know. Name's Dallas."

"I'm Tara."

"What brings a Mary Sue like you to a greaser hang out like this?" he asked, leaning in closer.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" was the only response Tara could think of and she leaned away.

He stepped closer with a cold smile on his face and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "You're a quick one, baby," he told her. "Wanna get out of here?"

"Depends on where we go," said Tara, trying to be casual. She didn't notice Sylvia shooting her a dirty look. Dallas laughed and stopped her from getting up.

"You don't fool me baby, not even in those clothes. Why don't you go home and play with your dolls before you really get hurt?"

With that, Dallas left the diner without a second look back. Tara suddenly felt like crying but Dru place her hand on Tara's arm. "Ignore Winston; he's a giant ass. Sylvia knows."

"He and I go out sometimes," explained Sylvia, tossing her hair.

"He's your boyfriend?!" Tara was horrified. What a great way to repay the girl who was helping her break out of her shell by stealing her boyfriend.

"Not anymore," yawned Sylvia. "He got mad because I was two-timing him while he was in the cooler. Which I wouldn't do if he stayed out of the place for once."

Sylvia began to blather on about all the times Dallas broke their dates because he had gotten arrested for something petty. Tara listened politely for a few minutes before faking a headache so she could go home.

Tara snuck in through the back door and quietly wiped off all her make up as she tried not to cry. If Dallas Winston could see right through her then that meant all the other boys could too.

What was the point then?

I got away clean with my fake ID

No more school or mommy for me

Stealing cars and breaking hearts

Pills and thrills and acting smart.

I just wanted to say thank you to Direnkyo for reviewing I really appreciate it. Hopefully my writing and mistakes may improve over the course of the story, so please bear with me. Thanks to my beta dizzyizzy123!