me & the greasers (a dally love story)

chapter 3

BEVERLY'S POV

It was about half way through the movie when the date began to go to hell. It started off surprisingly well and I really thought me and Tim were hitting it off. That was until he began to slide his hand up my leg where it was unwanted. I just wanted to watch a movie, eat some popcorn, and go home, no funny business. But it seemed he had other plans. I pushed his hand away but it seemed he didn't get the message, so I had to get vocal.

"No Tim, not now."

"If not now then when," Tim protested. God he sounded like such a dog.

"Never if you don't knock it the hell off, now get your hands off of me!" That came off louder then I planned. I could see the shift in Tim's expression and he looked pissed.

"Come on no one will know," Tim persisted. The nerve he had. There was no way I was going to stay at the movie after that.

"I said no!" I shouted at him. I didn't want to cause a scene but he'd left me no choice.

"Whatever you bitch," I heard him mumble, but I was too enraged to fight back. I knew if I said another word to him I would have exploded. So I stormed off and began the walk home.

It was seriously freezing, that surprised me a bit because an October night in Tulsa, Oklahoma usually is tolerable. But tonight it wasn't, and I had about a three mile walk ahead of me. That might not seem like a lot but for a girl at night time where I had to worry about socs and the bad greaser boys it felt like a forever walk. It was at times like these I wished I owned a switchblade like my tough brothers. After about twenty minutes of walking a kinda old beat up car approached me. Could this night get any worse? I continued to walk with my head up, even though I wanted to crawl up into a ball. I couldn't appear vulnerable. Then I heard the window roll down and the car was only a few feet away from me.

"Go away," I groaned, but to my dismay, the car rolled with me as I walked. I didn't bother to see who was in the car because I figured paying them more attention might make the situation worse.

"Hey Beverly, come on I'll give you a ride home," It was a familiar voice but I couldn't figure out who. I turned my head to see Dally looking right at me. I froze.

"I- uh- okay thanks," was all I managed to get out, how embarrassing.

DALLY'S POV

I just picked up some beer and was on my way back to the Curtis's when I saw a a shadowy figure walking down the street. It wasn't hard to miss because the streets were practically empty this time of night, what was she doing? As I got closer I realized it was a girl because of the petite shape and curves of her body. I didn't think anything of it but as I drove closer I saw the street light beam off of her perfectly curly hair and she wore the same tan jacket I'd seen earlier, on Beverly. It must of been my lucky night. I wondered why she was walking home by herself when she was supposed to be on that date. But I figured it was a long walk for her so I could drive her home, I was going over there anyway.

Beverly was hesitant at first about the ride, but once she realized it was me she quickly accepted. I watched her as she slid into the passengers seat. As my eyes brushed across her face I saw how tired she looked. She looked like me after I lose flight. Which is pretty much never, may I add.

"What happened," I asked her because I wasn't sure what other way to phrase the question why do you look like you haven't slept in seven years. Despite looking like she'd just been awoken from the dead, I still think she looked pretty.

She looked over at me, and after I said those two words I regretted doing so. Beverly looked like she was about to cry her heart out. Since when did I care who cries their heart out? Whatever.

Silence filled the air as I waited for Beverly's reply.

"Oh Tim just turned out to be your average I-only-took-you-out-to-get-in-your-pants kinda guy," she let out, sounding defeated.

"Damn that sucks. I'm sorry," I said, really trying to sound like I meant it. I felt her eyes on me, was she mad I said that, I wasn't exactly sure what to say to her.

"Yeah, it's whatever I guess. Don't tell Darry I really don't want him to worry about me. It'll be gone and forgotten about by next week."

"I won't," I told her, and I meant it too. If she didn't want Darry to know then neither did I. We drove in silence for a few minutes until she started small talk.

"Why are you out driving anyway?" she asked me.

"Oh, I was just picking up a few beers and heading back to the Curtis's for the night," she giggled at that., "What's funny about that?"

"Nothing. I just think it's funny how you guys are always at my house, partying and all. It's like your guy's second home, and I barely know yous."

"Don't beat yourself up bout it," not that I thought she did, "we're just a bunch of idiots seriously."

We talked for the rest of the ride and before I knew it we were at the house.

"Thanks for the ride," she smiled, and walked through the front door. Her smile was pretty. I keep using the word pretty to describe her even though I call other chicks like hot and stuff. But "hot" just didn't seem like the word to describe a girl like her.