Lose Control

Chapter 2

"Well, it's one for the money
Two for the show
Three to get ready
Now go, cat, go

But don't you
Step on my blue suede shoes
You can do anything
But stay off of my blue suede shoes"

The three of us sang loudly (and very off key) to our favorite Elvis song. I danced as best as I could pinned between the two boys on the old trucks bench seat. This was a typical drive to work for the three of us, and I absolutely loved it. The DX was a much better place for Soda and I than school ever was. While Soda and Steve normally worked on the cars, I got to hang inside (with the ac might I add) and man the cash register. It worked out for everyone; it kept the needy annoying girls away from Soda and kept me away from the cars, which I was absolutely hopeless with. That particular day was only a few weeks away from summer break, so few kids still bothered to go to school, especially the Socs.

I kicked my feet up on the counter reading a magazine and waiting for a customer to come in. The bell tinged as a Soc and some of his buddies walked in and started looking around. The obvious leader of the group, a tall guy I think is named Randy, stalked up to the counter and slammed his palms down, making me jump and glare up at the asshole.
"Can I help you with something?"
"Yeah. Your number beautiful. "
"Well! Aren't you original?!? I don't think I've ever heard that one before."
I rolled my eyes and returned my focus to the magazine, only making him angrier. He grabbed my magazine and threw it across the room only succeeding in pissing me off more. "Look buddy. I don't know who the hell you think you are but you had better get out of here right now or so help me god-" my rant was cut off but the ringing of the bell.
"What now?!?" I asked angrily, looking over to see none other than Dallas Winston stroll right in door. The tension in my shoulders melted away and I relaxed a bit at the sight of him. No one would give me shit if Dally was here to put 'em in their place.

"Awww come on now doll. I thought you'd be happy to see me." That customary smirk I love so much was present on his face, until he turned his gaze toward the Soc and his eyes turned stormy. "He givin you trouble doll?", Dallas asked me. "Nah. He was just leavin. Weren't ya, pal?" I looked at the Soc who was obviously pretty dumb, because he hadn't gone running for the hills yet. Randy smirked at Dallas and I, "Aw come on, princess. All I ever wanted was your number." He took a step closer to me, causing me to lean back until I hit the wall and was trapped. He stuck his hand out, presumably to touch my face (or chest for that matter), but before he could, Dally grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and tossed him out onto the street.
"Did he touch you?" The tone of Dally's voice was terrifying, even more so than normal.
"Nah Dal. I'm fine. I could have handled that, you know. y'all can't always fight my battles for me." Dallas scoffed and and amused look replaced his murderous one. "Yeah. Well we can damn well try, princess,"he mocked. I growled. I hated being called princess. Hated it. And everyone knew it.

Just the Sodapop ducked in through the door, "Hey guys! Jules, you want to head home a little early? Boss let us go cuz business is so slow." "YES!!" I scurried around the counter and grabbed my magazine from where it lie a few feet away, earning a strange look but thankfully no questions from Soda. The entire gang was insanely protective of me, something that kept me out of trouble but seriously limited the amount of fun I had. I turned to Dallas as a precautionary, "Not a word of this to anyone, you got that, Winston?" I spoke in the lowest voice I could to keep it from carrying. Dally leaned right into me, mere inches from my face and smiled, "Loud and clear, princess." I growled and turned on my heel, heading out the door to join Soda and Steve in the truck.