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A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates. I've kind of lost inspiration for this story.

Show me how to lie. You're getting better all the time. And turning all against the one is an art that's hard to teach. Another clever word sets off an unsuspecting herd. And as you step back into line. A mob jumps to their feet. Now dance, fucker, dance. Man, he never had a chance. And no one even knew it was really only you.

People often say this is a man's world. People in this town, they believe it. All these preppy Socs with their long skirts like they're trying to hide something, they believe it. They're too innocent and decent to go after a boy. They hold out, just praying for the day when a boy will look their way and make their panties wet.

What they don't understand is that they hold the true power in this world.

...I'm not that kind of girl.

"George! George!"

They always like it when you scream their name. It makes it seem like they're pleasing you instead of the other way around. Men like to feel big, especially when they're inside of you.

The car bounces up and down and the windows are fogged. My legs are trembling, and I'm on top.

So if the girl's on top, who's the one getting fucked?

I fix my skirt as I get out of the car. George stays behind a little longer. Probably to jerk off for rounds two and three.

The school parking lot is a mess with Socs galore. They all stare at me, their hands covering their mouths as they whisper to their friends standing beside them. They think they're getting to me. What they don't know is that people have been whispering about me since my mother pushed me out.

I've always said: if they aren't whispering about you, then you're not worth talking about, and if you're not worth talking about, well, then you just aren't living now are you?

The Catholic school is located on the Soc's side of town. Why I have to go here, I haven't figured out. Ma says we're Catholic and that's why even though we haven't gone to church since I was like five. I'm pretty sure God hates me too, so I don't see why the fuck I have to sit in this dusty class room with girls who have skirts down to their ankles.

Some girl is up at the front of the class. Where they got this one from is beyond me. She's not a nun like these other cunts, but she's almost just as worse.

"Safe sex is no sex. Blah, blah, blah. It's a girl's job to be pure. Blah, blah, blah. God likes pure girls. Blah, blah, blah."

I tap my pencil against the desk to the beat of the Rolling Stones song I heard this morning.

If these cunts knew I listened to the Rolling Stones, they'd have me castrated.

"Angela?" Her eyes lock on me, a sweet smile plastered on her acne infested face. "What kind of safe sex methods do you practice?"

Is she seriously asking me this? Why? Do I have 'I'm not a prune' sticker on my forehead? Is it because my skirt comes down to my thighs like a normal person? Is it because my thighs aren't glued together?

"Angela?"

I lift my head up, chewing on my eraser. "Well, I do practice safe sex."

"Oh. Well good for you."

"Yeah." I sneer, leaning back in my desk. "I go with something called the pull out method."

They used to paddle me for stuff like these. I've been in this chair before, knowing that's next. The Dean gets a thrill out of it. When I bend over his desk, and my skirt rides up a little and he gets a little peak at my panties, he's thinking of all the horrible things he wants to do to me on this desk.

Today though, there's no paddle, and Ma is here.

I smack my gum so loudly that I can't hear what he's telling her. Ma's been in here probably more times than I have. She's heard it all before. She knows who I am. She can't deny that she gets on her knees every night and prays that God will take drown the demons out of my head and make me the little angle she's always wanted.

My demons know how to swim.

"Expulsion."

Her nails dig into my skin as she drags me through the parking lot. Her face is bright red, and her breaths are unsteady.

I smile, though she can't see me. If we weren't in the school parking lot with witnesses, she'd slap the smile right off my face.

"I can't believe you! I pay for that goddamn school and you go and pull this shit. What am I going to do with you?"

I grin, just to piss her off even more. This is what I live for, making my mother's life hell just like she's helped make mine. "Guess I'll be going to public school with the rest of Tulsa's finest, huh?"

My hands go under the soapy water, hitting the hard glass underneath. My hands are warm from the water. I don't bother letting the water out. Maybe I'll get lucky and hit something sharp.

David and Ma went out dancing for the night. That's what they called it anyway. I'm not exactly sure what dancing's code for other than maybe getting a shitty motel room and fucking until morning.

Either way, I'm stuck here with Curly until Tim gets back. Those were his orders and Ma's and David's. I'm being "punished" still for getting expelled. I have half a mind to just leave and deal with Tim's wrath later, but now that Tim's walking better, he's a little harder to run from.

"Where's Tim?" I ask Curly once midnight comes.

Tim doesn't come home most nights, but tonight he promised to be back. This is only because he wants to make sure I'm still here, so I expected him to be home an hour ago.

Curly shrugs, popping a handful of chips into his mouth. "Ain't got a clue."

"He should be back by now."

I've worried a lot about Tim since the night of the accident. I never used to before, but with the Grace thing still weighing on me, and Andrew being her brother, I'm starting to think someone did hit Tim on purpose. I stay up late at night when he's out and I think about it happening again, only this time I won't be there to call the cops.

I put my coat on and walk towards the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" Curly calls after me.

"To go find Tim, not that it's any of your business."

He sits his chips back down, letting me know this is serious because he's actually parting with his food. "The hell you are. He'd kill me for letting you go out. You're still in trouble, little sister."

"Oh bite me," I snap, tightening my scarf around my neck. "He should be home by now. I'm just going to make sure nothin' bad happened."

I'm about to head out, when his arm pulls me back. "Well I'm going with you."

I scowl. "I can handle it myself."

"It's midnight and you're going to walk the damn streets?" he questions, grabbing his blue jean jacket off the couch. "You're just a kid, Angel."

I hate that word. I get it all the time. I'm not a kid. I've seen more shit than most people my age. I've been through more shit than most people go through in a lifetime. I may not have years under my belt, but I've got experience.

"I'm not a kid."

He smirks, towering over me to make me feel smaller. "You try to act like you're not, but you are whether you like it or not. Either you can walk with me, or I'll lock you in the closet until Tim gets back. Which one will it be?"

"I'd like to see you try to lock me up."

"I'm twice your size. You really want to take that challenge?"

Curly's bigger than Tim. He could easily over power me. I'd never let him know that though. I like Curly to think that I'm not going to back down to him like I do Tim.

I huff and march out the door. "Just don't talk to me."

"As if I'd want to."

Curly keeps his promise of not talking to me. It's nice really, walking in silence at night. It gives me time alone with my thoughts which right now are circling around the idea of getting some coffee and pie.

We look down every street in hopes to find Tim's car or some kind of sign of him. We even go by the Curtis house because he's always using their couch when he's too drunk or beaten up to make it home.

The big one answers the door. "Nah, Tim's not here."

I gaze behind him at the kid on the couch. Ponyboy. That's his name. I've seen him around before. He hangs around with that nervous kid and sometimes Curly.

"Hey, Pone." Curly waves at him. "You ain't heard anythin' about Tim, have you?"

Ponyboy looks up, his eyes immediately going to me. I'm used to that. When I approach guys, they always take a little time to stare at me. Ma says I give off that whore vibe. According to her, it's not because I'm pretty or anything like that.

"No," Ponyboy answers. "Why, is something wrong?"

"This one," Curly says, hitting me with the back of his hand "is a nervous wreck for some reason. So we're going around looking for him."

I glare at him and start to open my mouth to say something nasty back when the big one speaks. "I heard what happened a few weeks back. He doin' alright?"

He's asking me, not Curly. "Yeah," I answer and he almost looks shocked that I did. "He should have been home an hour ago."

He seems understanding, unlike Curly. I've heard a lot of things about the Curtis'. Their parents died a few months ago and since then the big one has been in charge. I think about what it would be like to have a brother like him. He seems pleasant enough and sympathetic, unlike Curly and Tim.

Curly thanks him and pulls me along. As I back away, my eyes catch Ponyboy's, and I give him a wink.

"Stay here," Curly hisses into my ear.

I'm half asleep and I don't quite hear him at first. It takes me a minute to realize we're in front of Buck's.

I find a bench nearby and lie down on it and close my eyes for a few seconds.

We've been all over town and there's not a sign of Tim anywhere. I could hold out hope that he went home, but I know better than to think that. My heart burns with the thought of something happening to him.

You're standing over me. "What's wrong?"

"Tim's hurt."

"How?"

"I don't know, but I feel like something bad is going to happen."

You sit down next to me and let my head lay in your lap. It makes me clam down and I'm able to take a few deeps breath so I won't cry. I don't cry. Crying is for the weak and I am not week. I am strong and I'm not scared.

Time passes and Curly's not out here yet. It must be around two.

I consider going inside, but I know that if I go in there I won't come out until morning. Though some alcohol would really ease my nerves right about now.

My eyes shut, and I try to leave my body and go somewhere else.

"Get in the car."

A red truck is parked in front of me. I blink a few times, trying to see who's driving. My head is spinning, and I feel dizzy and groggy. Had I just slept for days? It takes me a minute to figure out where I'm at.

I look around for you, but you're gone. You left me too.

"Get in the goddamn car. I ain't got all day."

I realize by the sound of their voice who it is. He's been friends with my brothers for years and he's in Tim's gang. I don't remember his name right now, but I wish I did.

I pick up my jacket from the bench and walk over to him. "Where's Tim?"

"Get in the car."

I shake my head, taking a step back. "I'm not getting in any goddamn car until you answer my question."

He raises an eyebrow. "You know I could just put you in here myself?"

"I'd like to see you try."

He turns his head to the side, rubbing his chin. His eyes are red with dark circles and he's in no mood for my shit. That's apparent. What's not apparent is why he's here right now, and where my brothers are. Something must be up if this guy is here trying to get me to take a ride with him.

His head turns back to me. "Little shit. You've always been a pistol, haven't you?"

"Fuck off."

He grumbles and mumbles a few cuss words under his breath before finally giving in. "Tim's taking care of some shit. He told me to take you home. So do me a favor and don't make this any harder on me."

I have a spell for getting people to tell me stuff. It always works...except on Tim. He knows all my tricks.

Finally getting what I want, I comply with his request and get in his truck.

I rub my arms as the heat hits my body. I didn't realize how cold I was before.

The guy driving doesn't look over at me. He doesn't speak either. This is his job for the night, and he's going to do it without making small talk.

I lick my lips. "It's about Andrew, isn't it?"

He doesn't respond, giving me my answer.

"Why's he after Tim?"

The guy's body relaxes and he begins to feel comfortable around me. He looks too tired to fight with me any longer, so I know these answer won't be too hard to get out of him.

"Tim was sleeping with his sister before she died."

People say I'm the whore of the family. Tim's just sneakier about his actions. Grace was pretty, I give Tim that. There are just two problems with that: George, and her brother. I can't believe he'd be that stupid to go fuck a girl who was his worst enemy's little sister. Maybe it was payback, but that's one thing you don't do: fuck someone's little sister.

Then, it all begins to click.

Andrew doesn't think I killed Grace.

"He thinks Tim killed her?"

The guy turns to me now, scowling. "I ain't tellin' some kid all this now. Quit asking and keep your mouth shut."

"I'm not a kid. And you don't tell me what to do."

I don't give him time to say anything else. I can't take it anymore. I'm burning. There's scratching in my head and I need to run. I need to escape.

My body makes contact with the ground. Breaks squeak, and I scramble to my feet and I run.

You're chasing after me. You keep reminding me of how this is a stupid idea, but I keep walking.

"Angela, what are you going to do?" you ask, your feet squishing in the snow.

"The only thing I know how to do."

You disappear, and I'm in front of the door. The music is loud. I turn to liquid, and I open the door.

I find him sitting in one of the bedrooms by himself, a freshly rolled blunt in his hands. He finds me with his eyes, and he grins from ear to ear. "The girl who doesn't speak."

I shut the door behind me. "That time has passed."

"Why the sudden change of heart?"

"I made my point." I walk towards him seductively. "It was time to move on."

He licks his lips. "Move on to what?"

"Anything I want."

Andrew doesn't waste any time. His lips come onto mine, pressing viciously. I feel his teeth bite my bottom lip and I wince. He pulls me into his lap on the couch and his tongue sweeps into my mouth.

One of his hands grips my hips harshly, bruising them. Then he pushes me back into the couch cushion, my hair falling over the leather arm. He crushes his chest to mine. His knee moves between my knees and his lips kiss my neck and then my collarbone.

She's gone.

I'm gone.

My voice doesn't seem to work again. I feel dizzy again as I feel his hand glide up the underside of my thigh, pushing them apart. I gasp and try to sit up. His other hand on my arm holds me down too tight and his body is pressing against me, making it impossible to move. With his jeans against my leg, I feel something protruding from his pocket.

My stomach revolts and I think I'm going to be sick.

I swallow back and close my eyes. Sometimes you have to do things that you don't like to get ahead. Keep that in mind, Angela. Sometimes you have to make sacrifices.

And now you'll lead the way. Show the light of day. Nice work you did. You're gonna go far, kid. Trust, deceived! With a thousand lies And a good disguise. Hit 'em right between the eyes. Hit 'em right between the eyes. When you walk away. Nothing more to say. See the lightning in your eyes. See 'em running for their lives

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