"Arizona, it's not worth it." Soda warns.
"Arizona?" Nick's head turns toward me. "So you're the Arizona Mr. Syme speaks of so highly. How nice."
"So I am." I say smirking. "Nick Sheldon right? Cousin of the dead Bob Sheldon?" I put a great emphasis on 'dead'. "Oh, by the way, Randy's dead too." I add. I watch their faces shift, first in shock then in anger. "Who killed them?" Nick asks.
I being to cough. "So you think you can put the Socs back in their place?" I ask.
"I already did as you can see." Nick growls and gestures to mustang.
"Not as good." I smirk. "Educate me on Socs, willya? Do they do this?" I begin to walk around, leading with my nose. "I am a Soc. I am the privileged and the well-dressed. I throw beer blasts, drive fancy cars, break windows at fancy parties." I say in a snobbish voice. "Did I mention I jump Greasers?"
Two-Bit applauds. "I couldn't have said it better myself." he grins.
"You want to take a swing?" Nick threatens.
"Depends." I say. "If you're willing . . . so what do you say?"
"You try David first." Nick orders.
"Thank you!" I reply. "I've beaten him up a few times."
David pales. "Let's just go." he pulls Nick to the car and they drive off.
"So, new Soc. I'm surprised he didn't recognize you Cherry." I say.
Cherry shakes her head. "Never met him."
"Why do you always get into so many fights?" Sandy asks.
"I'm just that kind of girl." I smirk. "Give me a fight and I'll dive in."
"Doesn't sound like a very good idea." Sandy says. "You could ruin your face."
"Do I look like I care?" I sass with a shrug.
Weeks pass by, months go by and Will Rogers returns to four social groups. The Greasers, the Socs, the Hippies, and the Normals. It goes back to the old days. Soc jump Greaser. Soc jump Hippies. Blah, blah, blah. Normal stuff. Except . . . I don't know.
"Arizona! Attention please!" Aunt Alice yells. I snap to attention. Aunt Alice took Marie's place in the whole voice thing. "Take it from the top! From the beginning Marcia!" Marcia nod and we start from the beginning of "A Boy Like That/I Have A Love" I got picked to play one of the Sherrie's because there were too many of us.
I hear the music play and listen as Marcia sings: "A boy like that who'd kill your brother, Forget that boy and find another, One of your own kind, Stick to your own kind!
A boy like that will give you sorrow, You'll meet another boy tomorrow, One of your own kind, Stick to your own kind! A boy who kills cannot love, A boy who kills has no heart. And he's the boy who gets your love, And gets your heart. Very smart, Sherrie, very smart!
A boy like that wants one thing only, And when he's done, he'll leave you lonely. He'll murder your love; He murdered mine. Just wait and see, Just wait, Sherrie, Just wait and see!"
Then I sing: "Oh no, Anita, no, Anita, no! It isn't true, not for me, It's true for you, not for me. I hear your words. And in my head I know they're smart. But my heart, Anita,
But my heart!"
"Delivery for Arizona Carina?" A police officer walks in.
I stop singing. "I'm Arizona Carina." I walk off stage, and the officer hands me an envelope. "Thank you." I open it and find a note. It reads:
Dear Arizona,
Please come visit. I really would like to see you. I kidnapped you for your own good, to fulfill what your mother should have done.
Marie.
I crumple the note in my clenched fist and throw it in the trash. Visit Marie? Never. I never want to see that woman in my life ever again.
"Are you alright Arizona?" Aunt Alice asks.
"Can I go home?' I ask.
"Sure. We'll just practice your solo at home." Aunt Alice says and I nod. I walk out to my car. I end up driving to some drugstore for some , because we had run out of it at home. I'm surprised to find Bryon there.
"Hi." I greet. "Bryon Douglas, right?"
"Yeah." he replies. "Aren't you that chick who did the stitches on Mark?"
"Yeah." I say with a shrug. "Did you hear about Cathy and Ponyboy?"
"Yep." he smirks. "I really don't care. Do you?"
"Not a lot." I reply. "The Soda doesn't like her much."
"Maybe she's the first girl who thinks he ain't that cute." Bryon smirks.
"True." I nod. "Well, I'll see you around."
I stopped by the Curtis house like normal. "Hey Steve." I greet, sitting on the couch. "Busy day?"
"Not really." he replies. "You still hate Sandy?"
"You want the truth?" I ask. Steve nods. "I absolutely hate her for coming back! She broke Soda's heart once, and what is she going to do? Break it again? Then Chevy's back and she takes away the opportunity for Chevy and Soda to get back together!"
"Excuse me!?" I turn around to see Sandy. Her face is starting to burn red with anger. "What did you say!?"
"You heard what I said!" I snap. "I said that Chevy and Soda used to date!" I see her face shift. "What? You think that Soda wouldn't have found another girl?" I ask. "Well. I. Just. Proved. You. Wrong!" I snap my fingers in a zigzag motion as I say the words. Sandy actually slaps me! She goes for another but I grab her wrist. "Try that again, and you'll regret it." I feel my eyes flash dangerously. She drags me into another room and slams the door.
"What the freaking hell is wrong with you!?" she yells at me.
"No. What the hell is wrong with you?" I correct her. "Why are you here Sandy!? Why didn't you just stay in near the ocean Florida!?"
"I'm back because I missed this place!" Sandy screams at me. "And honestly, I never liked you at all! I tried too, for Soda's sake!"
I laugh. "For Soda? Or for the father of your child!?" Her contracts in anger. "If you loved Soda, then you wouldn't have done the dirt with the other man! And when you left, who was there for Soda!? Chevy! Who loved Soda more than you!? Chevy! Who stayed with Soda!? Chevy! Chevy has more damn worth that you do! She was there, you weren't!" I scream at her.
FROM NO ONE'S POV
"What the freaking hell is wrong with you!?" Sandy yells.
The gang looks at each other in wonder and stare at the closed door. "She's in trouble." Two-Bit says sagely. "No one talks to Arizona like that."
"No. What the hell is wrong with you?" Arizona shoots back. Steve and Two-Bit look at each other. "I haven't heard that come out of Arizona's mouth." Steve comments.
"Why are you here Sandy!? Why didn't you just stay in near the ocean Florida!?" Arizona continues.
Ponyboy and Johnny walk in. "What's going on?" Pony asks. "Why do I hear-" he's cut off by an: "I'm back because I missed this place! And honestly, I never liked you at all! I tried too, for Soda's sake!"
Johnny's eyes widen. "Glory! Who's that?"
"Sandy and Arizona." Steve says. "It's pretty interstin' to listen to." Pony and Johnny sit down as they hear: "For Soda? Or for the father of your child!? If you loved Soda, then you wouldn't have done the dirt with the other man! And when you left, who was there for Soda!? Chevy! Who loved Soda more than you!? Chevy! Who stayed with Soda!? Chevy!"
Dally walks in, putting out his cigarette. "What''s-" he says, but he's cut off with a: "Chevy has more damn worth that you do! She was there, you weren't!"
His eyes widen. "Who's that?"
"Arizona." Johnny explains.
"What's going on?" he asks, sitting down.
"Arizona and Sandy are fighting." Pony explains.
"Man, Sandy picked the wrong girl." Dally comments.
ARIZONA'S POV
"How dare you!" Sandy screams back at me. I smirk.
"How dare I?" I ask, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "You poor dear. Thought you were the only one? No you weren't."
"You slut!" Sandy shouts at me. "Always walking around in red lipstick! Acting like you own the world! Well you don't!"
"I know!" I yell. "But don't hate me because I'm beautiful!" Sandy stares at me in hate. She lets out a string of swear words. "If you're going to be two-faced, Sandy, at least make one pretty."
Sandy screams in frustration. "I HATE YOU!"
The door opens to reveal Sodapop. "What is going one here?"
"Ask your two-faced girlfriend with the bad attitude." I say, flipping my hair as I walk out into the living room.
"I hate her." Sandy mutters as she walks out with Soda following.
"Arizona, come on." Soda grabs my hand and drags me outside. "What was that?"
"I don't want to talk about it." I snap. I light a cigarette. "Fine, a few comments turned into a fight and she slapped me." I let out a breath full of smoke. "Happy now?"
Soda groans. "I don't need this right now." he hands me a letter. "Take a look."
I open it and scan it quickly. "Oh my God." I breathe. "No way." I look up. "It can't be true."