♡︎𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝙱𝚘y~~𝚂𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚙 𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜♡︎

𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕣

I hid behind Kieth as he ran up to a table with about 6 guys sitting at it.

"Two-Bit! Where you been man?" A guy with black greasy hair asked him.

I furrowed my eyebrows. What did he just call Keith? Two-Bit doesn't make any sense or fit with his name. Needless to say, I was confused. I shook it off and went back to the conversation.

"I bet you can't guess Steve." Keith raised an eyebrow at the guy or Steve, whatever his name was. I figured that no one had noticed me yet. The diner was pretty crowded, it was easy to miss people if you didn't know they were there.

"Getting drunk again I bet." Another guy said. He looked like he was the oldest and he was pretty muscular. He looked fatherly but I could tell he wasn't old enough to have kids of his own yet.

"Not this time." Keith smiled and before I knew what was happening he pulled me in front of him so I was facing the guys.

"Picking up a broad would have been my next guess." A guy with brown greased hair and a leather jacket said through the toothpick in his mouth. It seemed like all of the guys here had grease in their hair. It looked like they all got dunked in a gallon of grease and didn't shower for weeks afterwards.

Keith punched the guy in the arm, making all the other guys laugh. I never laughed when someone punched me, I didn't see what was so funny.

"She's my sister you perverted hobo." Keith put his arm around my shoulders. I was still startled and confused. There was so much going on.

"Hey, I have a house." The other guy punched Keith back

"I don't think a room you're inhabiting over a bar counts as a house Dal." One of the other guys  fired back. I stared at him for a little longer than the rest of them. He was attractive but that's not why I kept my eyes on him. He looked different than the other guys. He wore a flannel opposed to the leather or jean jackets the rest of them wore. He didn't have too much grease in his hair and he looked a lot nicer than the rest of them.

After that, everyone started talking at once. Some seemed to be backing him up and others were just laughing. The guy, I think they called him Dal, was shouting at the rest of them trying to defend himself. There was too much going on and I couldn't keep up with all of it. I slipped away and out the front door before I got too overwhelmed. I sat on the curb for a second with my head in my hands. I needed a second to breath. My entire life changed in a day and I wasn't used to being around so many  people who were all talking at the same time. Sure, I went to school but I wouldn't really call it that. It was more like a small building with 3 teachers and less than 50 students. Rob and Mary told me it would give me more time with a small group of people before I went into the real world.

My moment to breath was rudely interrupted by the sound of a mustang pulling up. It stopped right in front of me and two guys stepped out. I could tell they were drunk just by the way they walked. They were both stumbling over their feet as they walked. I stood up and started backing away towards the diner.

"Now pretty lady, where do you think you're going?" A guy with curly blonde hair and a red polo slurred.

"You sure dress like a greaser but you're much too pretty for that, don't you think Bob?" The other guy with curly brown hair asked.

"Yep. Are you sure you're a greaser. I don't see any grease anywhere." The blonde one said.

I started walking faster back to the diner but the brunette grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. The blonde one stood in front of me and pulled out a switchblade.

"You must be a greaser, you're walking to that cheap dump." he said while pointing to the Dingo. "In that case, you wouldn't mind a shorter haircut would you? I'm not digging the long hair." He held the switchblade up to me.

I took my free hand that the brunette wasn't holding and punched the blonde one in the face. I turned around and kneed the other guy where the sun don't shine. The blonde guy fell back and dropped his switchblade. I picked it up and pocketed it.

"You two look like you need haircuts yourself. Might want to go find a barber before it gets dark."

The blonde guy glared at me and they both got back in the car. I watched the car drive away and heard clapping behind me. I turned around and saw all the guys standing there. They were clapping and smiling at me.

"Told y'all she was my sister." Keith ran up to me, grinning, and patted me on the back before putting his arm around my shoulder and leading me down the street.