Maybe Someday

Chapter 22

Brooke's POV

I was wondering where Soda could be. I looked around and saw no signs of him. Oh gold why? Now I'm stuck with the Soc who tried to kill me. But I bet he doesn't know anything now that he's overly drunk. He was still holding my hand.

"Uh, Bob? Could you possibly let go of my hand now?" I asked him politely. Bob looked into my eyes. "Look, sweetheart, let's face facts. I love you even if you are a grease." My face turned a little pink. Why would that... that Soc like me? He was smirking a lot now.

Bob held both of my hands. "We can still make this happen." I was getting scared now. "Here, you look like you need a sip of this." He handed me his flask. Okay, if I don't want to get hurt. I took a sip of it. I suddenly felt a bit different. Bob smiled. "Don't you feel better, sweetheart?" he asked. I shook my head. "Maybe this will make you feel better." Bob leaned in and kissed me.

I wanted to pull away. Just let go. But I can't. He's too strong for my weak self. Then I saw Soda in the middle of my struggling. "Bob! What are you doing to my wife?" Bob finally let go. "I'm making her feel better." "How is forcing her to kiss you making her feel better?" "Because I get whatever I want." "You're making no sense!" "You make no sense, Sodapop Patrick Curtis!"

There was a silence. Anger grew deep in me. I slapped Bob across the face. I ran over to Sodapop. "Come on, honey, we can still make this work," Bob whimpered. "I want no part of you. So no." Soda and I walked over to the rest of the gang. Then I remembered.

Ashis and Monica were still over there.