𝐌𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 :: 𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴

𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦.

𝘺/𝘯

"wish me luck!" i pecked pony's cheek, he sorta blushed at that moment.

"maybe it'll go well." he smiled. "i'll be by the bench, if something happens let me know."

ponyboy exited off to the bench as i walked towards the car curly told me to meet him at, it looked like he had stolen it from his brother, carly's only 15 but he's already driving and smoking. i open the passenger door to be greeted by cigarette smoke flowing out the door, i held in a cough and a wave to the smoke, i sat in the passenger seat with an uncomfortable grin.

"hey doll." he smirked at me.

"curly," i said. "so you wanted something?"

"i don't know, you tell me." his eyes were bloodshot red.

"oh my god, are you high?!" i kind of jumped at this point.

"a little, just got some of this bad boy from a hippie." he waved a bag full of powder.

"curly, no, here have some water." i handed him my bottle of water since do had just gotten out of cheer practice.

he denied the offer, "that's not what i wanted."

curly went a little too far by placing his hand on my thigh, the windows were a bit foggy so pony couldn't really see what was going on. i slid his hand down a little where my knee was, he signaled an upset face where he placed his hand back on my thigh, only a little further up. at this point, i had to fight him off, his grip got even more tighter, he was near my no-zone.

"curly stop!" i pleaded as he got close to my face.

this idiot wouldn't listen, i was restrained to my seat with his upper body towering me. his hot breath got close to my neck where i flattened out my palm, banging on the window for ponyboy. he must've not been listening since no one came, curly began sucking my neck when my door suddenly opened to reveal ponyboy with a. glad in his hand.

curly backed off where i ran out of the car, ponyboy chased after me. curly now was the only person who knew about ponyboy and i secretly hanging out. curly had sped off but i caught a glimpse of his angry, furrowed, eyebrows. it was not good because someone with that stern look from any territory could easily start a rumble.

"you okay, y/n?" ponyboy asks, his hands on my shoulders.

"yeah, i think i'm gonna go home." i fake smiled at him.

"you don't want me to walk you?" he raises his eyebrow.

"you walk yourself home, i got it." i reassured him.

"see you in school?" he wanted to make sure.

"as always." i grinned.