Porcelain

Chapter 2

By the time night had fallen, Babydoll woke up and left the Old House, heading off to Buck's to "socialize," as he called it. Parties and rumbles where the main places he showed up, besides when he got caught stealing or fighting Socs and other greasers happened to be around. But even then, he seemed to just show up out of nowhere.

Babydoll walked into Buck's house, greeted by a bunch of drunken rowdy Greasers, all accompanied by a cigarette and a bottle of beer.

"Nice ass," he said, walking up to a girl leaning over a pool table, with not a care in the world and a smirk on his face.

The girl turned, returning the smirk. She was about to reply, when in one smooth motion, there was a hand closed around the girl's wrist, and a quick jab to Babydoll's chest, pushing him back while pushing the air out of his lungs.

"Back off, she's mine," snarled the stranger, stalking towards him.

Babydoll lazily put his hands in the air, a smirk still on his face.

"Sorry, couldn't tell with the way she was smiling back at me."

Wrong move. A fist snapped foreword, snapping his head back and temporarily cutting off his air supply.

He took a few seconds to recover, pouting at the stranger with his big blue eyes through his long eyelashes. While the other boy was distracted, Babydoll pushed off the wall and knocked the boy onto the pool table while all the drunkards in the background laughed.

Smirk returning to his face, Babydoll snapped his fist right into the boys nose, a loud crack resonating in the room.

"If she was yours, darling," he said, drawing out the last word, "she wouldn't have even hesitated. I do hope you find yourself a new one, though. Even though I can tell you're probably an item cause of that million dollar ass," he winked in her direction from where she stood, a shocked look still on her face. "I'm available any time you want me to be, doll," he said, sarcastically blowing her a kiss.

He lit a cigarette, and slowly inhaled, before blowing smoke into the boy's face, who had snapped out of his surprise, and socked Babydoll right in the jaw.

"Guess we aren't ending this the easy way," he grumbled.

Cigarette still in his mouth, he tackled the blonde boy, who toppled backward back onto the pool table. The game was ruined as the balls were knocked off the table, but by then, everyone in the room was focused on the fight anyways.

Babydoll pinned down the boy by straddling his chest, then quickly punched him in the face as many times as he could before the boy flipped them and returned the punches.

Babydoll couldn't let the boy win, but he also couldn't take many more punches if he wanted a face in the morning.

He reached into his jacket and pulled out a knife, flicking it open. He held it to the boy's face, mostly as a threat. It wouldn't be easy to get blood stains out of his jeans. Besides, this was the better pair.

"This is your last chance. We ending this the easy way, or the hard way?" He snarled.

The boy didn't answer, he just shoved Babydoll to the side and stalked away. Babydoll smirked.

"Let's play again sometime!" He hollered, as one last hit to his opponent's bruised ego.

He grabbed the closest unopened bottle of beer he could find, and popped the lid off with the tabletop. He lit another cigarette and climbed the stairs to go to the bathroom and see the damage on his face. After shoving a drunken couple out, he locked the door and stared at himself in the mirror. His carefully gelled hair was now messy, and there were already bruises forming on his neck and face, as well as around his wrists. All that for a girl who had no distinguishing features from any other greaser girl. Well, besides a few. But it's not like they were present, anyways.

He groaned, and splashed cold water onto his face, before finding a bedroom and shoving the couple off the bed and crawling into the sheets. Thankfully, they were on top of the covers, so he could at least sleep not worrying about that.

The sheets themselves smelled like sweat and hair, with just the slightest hint of cologne. It creeped him out a little, it just felt like there was another person there with him.

But what did it matter? So long as there wasn't another dude beside him, it was fine.