Beach Babe | The Outsiders | Johnny Cade

| Dumb fun | 26 |

The party was the most lively one I've ever been to. Before I even got to the bar I saw so much activity, a group playing pool, people hounding the jukebox with money, almost everyone was smoking or drinking, and no one here was going to be able to remember this by tomorrow. Hopefully that includes me.

I was sat at the bar with Leah ordering drink after drink and getting more disoriented by the minute. I'm going to get drunk and NOT do something I'll regret for the rest of my life. Or something criminal. Leah's brother wasn't drinking, he was talking to someone facing away from us, he looked familiar. Though it was just the back of his head I felt like I knew whose it was.

I brushed it off and left the bar, I'll be borderline blackout in thirty minutes so it's time to do something stupid. I made my way to the giant crowd of people, most of them were old enough to be my parents but I spotted someone from my school over by the wall, I made my way over to him.

"Hey how's it going?" I asked him

"It's alright, how about you sugar?" He winked at me

"Better now that I'm over here" he was just as drunk as I was. Maybe a smidge less. I talked to him a little more till I just got bored and grabbed his face and slammed it into mine.

What the hell are you doing! You need to stop! Stop! I was a passenger to my own movements, he kissed me back and put one hand in my hair and the other on my waist. I didn't feel a thing for this man but something inside of me decided I needed to kiss him I guess. This is so unlike me! No it isn't. I thought about all the times I've kissed people, a fair majority of the time I was drunk.

He pushed me up against the wall and moved from my lips down to my neck, I could tell I was going to have hickeys tomorrow. He returned to my lips but I didn't feel anything for him, I thought about Johnny.. then I Imagined the guy as Johnny, and I felt butterflies. The kiss got more heated after that, the guy or Johnny pressed himself against me closing the little gap between us and moved his hand from my hair down to my leg and he was holding it up.

He whispered something in my ear, grabbed my hand, and started leading me towards the back door. Wait no I don't want to leave my body blindly followed him Hey! Stop! He stopped just shy of the door and said something about privacy. I realized that there weren't hardly any people around where we were and it didn't look like a club, it looked like a house. He immediately started kissing me again pushing me into the kitchen and lifting me onto the counter.

Should I just... go for it? I mean I haven't done anything like this in a while. I decided I'm going just let what ever happens happen, I can't control my movements anyway. Both his hands went under my shirt..

I woke up in a bed. It wasn't mine and it wasn't Leah's. I looked around frantically trying to figure out where I was, all my clothes from last night are still on, what the hell happened? My answer would walk through the door. Dallas fuckin' Winston.

"Hey look who's awake." He was shirtless and lighting a cigarette.

"Were you the one I.. uh.."

"Oh god no." Thank god. He took a long drag and blew it out "No I saw that prick taking advantage of you and I kicked his ass brought you up here

"Taking advantage? I thought he was just as drunk as I was."

"No Stacy he was almost completely sober." I was horrified at that statement. He took another drag "I was talking to Frankie and I saw you talking to the jerk, then next time I looked over you were gone."

"You know Frankie?" That's what I'm focusing on?

"Yeah man, he's been my 'friend' for years." He put air quotes around friend. I asked him about it. "He's really more of a confidant, he tells me what's going on with socs, other gangs, and police." He snuffs out his cig on the door frame.