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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"What's goin' on in here?" Two-bit asked as he and Pony slowly closed the front door.
"Just making something to eat," I say as It wasn't already obvious what was "going on".
"You ditched school today"? Pony asked.
I shrug "Not all of it".
I didn't try to hide the truth. What was the point? What good did lying ever get me besides a fake good grade hanging on the refrigerator?
"Why you doin' this Bay," Two-bit asked pushing his eyebrows together.
"Can you guys lay off, damn? If you are gonna squeal on me go ahead and tell Darry. I don't care." I Snapped out of nowhere. I shoved the rest of my sandwich in my mouth and grabbed Jess by his wrist pulling him into my room and slamming the door.
My emotions lately have been all over the place. I haven't personally noticed any changes but Pony says I am "acting like such a girl". Darry says I am "becoming a Woman" and the thought of those words coming out of his mouth makes me gag every time. He says "I am going to be going through a lot of hormonal changes".
GAG.
Darry also tried to talk to me about going bra shopping and periods. GAG again. It's times like those I miss my mom, also who brings these things up at the dinner table??
After I slammed my bedroom door and left Pony and Two-Bit staring at each other in the living room, I started digging through my dresser drawer. I tried to avoid eye contact with Jess, feeling a little embarrassed about my childish outburst in front of him.
"Are you okay?" Jess asked turning me around and, wiping some peanut butter from the corner of his lip.
"Not really" I confess.
I am not sure if he wanted an actual answer or not. I feel like some people just say things to be 'polite' but don't want a real answer. Like when someone asks you "How is your day going"? They want you to respond "Good" and move on.
Jess's concern seemed palpable in the gentle gaze he fixed on me, I felt comfort from the touch of his hand on my shoulder. "What's going on, Bay?" he asked, his voice warm and filled with genuine care.
I wanted to spill more of my feelings out into the open. Jess is such a good listener and makes me feel so validated, but at the same time, I felt bad. I am dumping all my hormonal issues on him when he is still grieving the loss of his best friend. I swallowed and flickered my eyes in several directions before finally deciding to say. "Just tired of people leaving, dying...I mean".
"Me too," He said softly as he pulled me into a tight hug.
It was only hours ago, We sat at my secret spot and I comforted him, His arms wrapped around me, and made me feel so safe. These feelings of being mad at the world for something that is out of our control, such as death and people leaving are something that I think about often. If I know that it's out of our control, why can't I just move on and not think about it almost every single day? Maybe it's a hormonal thing? I think to myself.
As Jess gently pulled away from our embrace, the soft white fabric of his T-shirt shifted ever so slightly, exposing the faint outline of a burn scar on his upper right shoulder."Does it still hurt?" I asked as I gently readjusted his shirt.
"Don't really hurt much, It's just a constant reminder of what happened. It's like every time I look at it, I am reminded that Carter ain't here. It'll never go away so it feels like I will never really get over it, ya know?"
I did know. I really really did know. So it wasn't just a hormonal thing. I think about not having my parents every single day and every single day I get mad at the world that they aren't here.
"Yeah. I get it" I say with a slight smile.
"I better get going," Jess says making his way to the window. Once he is halfway out he looks back at me again. "Thanks for the Sandwich Bay, We will take on school together tomorrow okay"?
I nod. "See ya, tomorrow".
I walk over to close the window once Jess is completely out of it. He looks back up at me one last time and says "Don't worry, your secret spot is safe with me" before running away. I smile and shake my head.
A few hours later I walk back into the kitchen to grab a snack and a glass of water. Two-bit and Pony are glued to the television until I catch their attention.
"Did your friend leave"? Two-bit asked.
"Yeah," I say simply.
"Didn't see him leave" Pony says.
"Well, he did," I say full of attitude and rolling my eyes.
"Jeez, What's wrong with you, you always have an attitude" Pony snarks.
I took a sip of water letting the question linger in the air. I wasn't sure if this was one of those cases if he was actually asking what was wrong with me or just being a smart ass. I chugged the rest of my water, smacking my lips and letting out a refreshing "ahh" before I turned away to walk back to my room I shrugged and plainly replied "Hormones".
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Chapter Notes:
So this is a little filler Chapter, I know the story has been a little sad since the death of Carter. Things will be getting a little more brighter here soon.
I miss all the boys being mentioned this chapter mainly revolved around Bay and Jess but again this was just a filler chapter 🙂
Lastly, I think it's safe to say Baylee already had an attitude problem. Bay going through puberty scares me a tad bit.
