I do not own The Outsiders and the song Little Lost Girls belongs to The Runaways, I hope my grammar is better in this chapter. I want to thank donkey face for helping me out with ideas for this chapter.
You say you wanna be with me
I see it in you
It's only a one night stand
And then we're through
You make my heart sting
Burning like it's on fire
You've got me wanting
More from you in every way
I want to run run run run away from here
I want to run run run run away from here
I want to run away from here
Little lost girls
Little lost girls in the night
Little lost girls
Little lost girls in the night
The Runaways
Dru was still dancing with Danny when Tara saw over Jack's shoulder the greaser boy from Cherry Bomb entering with a brunette on his arm. Tara looked over to Dru to see her reaction. Dru's eyes narrowed as she locked eyes with him and then she turned back to Danny, dancing more and more provocatively as the song went on.
"True love never did run smooth," quipped Tara but Jack wasn't paying attention. She looked around the room for more familiar faces and her heart caught in her throat when she saw Tim Shepherd sitting on the couch with some girl in his lap glaring daggers at her. Tata waved cheekily and Tim looked away. She smiled, having out him in his place for once and turned her attention back to Jack.
Jack was pleased with the way the picking of the chicks had turned out: Sylvia was the best looking but she quickly ditched TJ once her old boyfriend came on the scene; Dru was a looker too but she was clearly only using Danny to make some other guy jealous; and Tara was good looking, didn't have any boyfriends hanging around, and best of all, she had several drinks in her so she was like putty in his hands.
"Why don't we take this outside?" he whispered in her ear. Tara giggled and allowed herself to be led out to the parking lot, walking past Tim who had spent the better part of his evening sulking on Buck's couch even though a pretty and drunk girl had thrown herself on his lap.
Tim watched Tara leave, recognizing her as the blonde he had spent the night with a little less than a week ago. After unceremoniously kicking her out of the room, Tim never thought he'd see her again unless she was crying into a milkshake at the Dingo. Dallas had informed him about her hanging around Sylvia and Dru, playing dress up but it didn't seem like she was wearing a costume.
She was a real looker, one of the broads you see walking down the street who don't even know they're good looking. Tim liked that type because they weren't half as stuck up as the girls like Sylvia and Dru who knew they were pretty and liked to throw it in everyone's face. Tim rarely went out with girls like that; to be honest, he mostly just used them and then tossed them aside when he was done. Tim knew he couldn't keep girls like that happy because they actually expected him to call them up and take them out and that just wasn't his style. Nevertheless, Tara (that was her name as he asked around) didn't seem like that type anymore.
He pushed the drunk girl off his lap as he followed Tara and the little jerk she was with outside. He had a bad feeling about that guy for some reason. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket as he discreetly followed them go behind the building.
Tara allowed Jack to push her against the wall and to kiss her but she realized that kissing boys she didn't really like wasn't really her thing. All of a sudden, she felt tired and bored and she pushed Jack off of her.
"We should get back inside," she murmured. "My friends are probably looking for me."
"I thought this is what you wanted," said Jack.
"I changed my mind, I'm sorry. I can't," said Tara as she tried to push him away but he was much stronger than she was. She looked into his eyes and saw he was no longer the charming boy from earlier. His face had taken on a darker expression and he pinned her closer to the wall as his hands tried to find their way up her skirt. Tara desperately tried to kick him away.
"Stop that!" she begged. "I don't want this! Stop it! Stop!"
Suddenly, Jack was ripped off of her by a pair of strong hands and Tara took the opportunity to make a run for it.
Tim Shepherd waited until Tara was safely inside before he stepped out of the shadows and went back to the groaning greaser on the floor. "You picked the wrong girl to mess with," he said as his fist collided with the boy's face.
When I see you each day
I just want to run and hide
But you follow me round
Like like a shadow upon the ground