The story follows Baylee Curtis, The youngest of the crew. How the death of her parents and being raised by her brothers and the gang on the east side affect her everyday life. Can this young greaser stay out of trouble so the state doesn't split th...
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"Hey bug," Dal says in his usual tone- one that is low and monotone. He is looking around the abandoned church and almost looks slightly impressed by the pews turned to beds and the dirty church turned to a somewhat liveable home.
I stood at the front of the church in disbelief that Dallas Winston was standing in front of me. Unable to hold back my frustration any longer I lunged toward Carter tackling him to the ground.
Carter was taken off guard but shielded his face as I stood over him and struck him repeatedly, Over and over again one hand after the other. "You backstabbing son of a bitch" I snapped at him.
Sure I was mad. I was mad about a lot of things. I couldn't think of one reason at this moment of anything to smile about. The anger that boiled out of me was long overdue and I could no longer hold my composure. Carter Campbell ratting me out was just the last damn straw.
"Stop it Baylee, Get off of him". I heard Ella scream out with worry.
I felt Ella and Jess both tugging at me in their best attempt to pull me off of Carter, but it failed. There was no stopping me until I felt a pair of stronger hands wrap around my waist and lift me off of the ground.
"That's enough," Dally says, carrying me away from Carter so I can calm down.
"Get off of me" I screamed, flailing my body in every direction like a child throwing a tantrum in a candy shop.
Dally didn't sit me down until we were out of the church. When my feet hit the ground I turned away from him digging my nails into my palms. I was angry. I wanted to punch any and everything to make me feel better.
I took a livid exhale and turned around to face Dallas. I knew how this day was going to end. Same as the party, He would drag me back to Darry who would yell at me for a few hours before grounding me for the rest of my life. I will still have to live in my brother's shadow at school and deal with stupid Socs' everywhere I turn, the nightmares will probably start back up again and I will return to my miserable pathetic life.
Dallas stood leaning up against the car, sparking up a cigarette and taking a long drag before finally speaking. "Why'd ya do it Bug"?
"Don't call me that". I spit back full of irritation.
Dally smiled, shaking his head before taking another puff off of his cig. I don't think it was a genuine smile, it seemed more like a dishonest one, As though he was trying to mask his irritation at the whole situation and was suppressing his anger and annoyance with a fake, sarcastic grin.
"Why'd ya run away"? He pressed again.
"What does it matter, huh? You are just gonna haul me back home and deliver me to Darry- I paused- Why can't you just leave me alone, go home, and tell everybody you didn't find me".
