1961 // louis dimucci

Chapter 21

"So, Rhonda said that they never did it before the night at the bowling alley!" Goose exclaims, making big motions with his hands.

So they didn't do it? Then what the hell did I see in the window!?

"But then, when Louis acted like a dick," He gives me a glare, "She ran into him and they went to his place and they did the dirty."

She really did screw him then. I'm going to kill him.

Johnny shuts his locker, "Hey, she's hot. He gets major points for scoring with her."

I feel the urge to yell at Johnny for talking about her like that, but I don't know why. What is wrong with me lately?

"Let's see the girls," Davey says, and Johnny leads us down the hallway. I scan the crowds of people for Michael. If he even looks at her funny, I'll punch him.

We reach the lockers and as I'm talking to Sharon, I can't help looking over Chloe. She has her face buried in her locker, acting like she's busy, but I can tell she's just faking it.

I'm about to say something to her, along the lines of an apology, but I see Michael strolling down the hallway, book in hand. He's staring at her.

"Hey, Chloe," He stops on her right, and she lifts her face up.

"Hey," She smiles at him. The T-Birds and the Pink Ladies all stop their conversations to listen in on hers.

"Can we talk later?" He grins at her. Some smile. I think he smiles too much. He looks like an idiot.

"Yea-"

"No," I say, sliding in front of her, "You can't talk later," I mimic him.

"Louis, what are you doing?" Sharon asks me.

"I don't think I was asking you," Michael stares at me.

"Do you really wanna go down this road?" I ask him, trying to look intimidating.

"I don't know what your problem is. You're acting hostile all of a sudden," He says in his dumb accent.

"Louis, seriously," Chloe says from behind me, "Back off."

"Make me," I turn around and tell her.

"Leave her alone!" Michael shoves me and I hit the door of Chloe's open locker.

I run towards him and take him to the ground. I start to punch his face, full-force, but he somehow manages to flip me so that I'm now on my back.

"Stop!" Chloe screams.

I'm getting hit so hard that I start to see stars. Michael pulls his hand back to hit me and this time I see blood all over his knuckles. I don't know if it's from his knuckles or from my face, but if I don't make some part of him bleed, I'm going to look like I lost.

I climb on top of him and start to repeatedly punch his nose till it starts to bleed, which doesn't take long.

After a while, I don't know who's winning or what's happening. We're rolling around on the ground, each tryin' to get on top. He gets on top of me, winds his arms back but Coach Calhoun grabs his arm and pulls him back.

I get up as fast as I can and I lunge towards him, but Coach shouts a name and some big, burly eleventh grader pulls both of my arms behind my back and stops me from going after Michael.

"Principal's office!" Coach shouts, "Now!"