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6. Dissapointing/Cute - Its the 50's

IMPORTANT A/N: There is a lot of 50's slang in this imagine because, why not ok. So I'll give you a link to a 50's slang website or you can just drop a comment and I'll get right back to you about what it means. Alrighty enjoy!

It's 1958 in Savannah, Georgia ...

"Get off me! GET THE HELL OFF ME!" I screamed at the boy who was trying his hardest to kiss my neck. He had pulled me into his car in an attempt to 'get some'. Every guy in the school always tried to get at me but it never works. I don't see why they haven't learned their lesson by junior year.

"Come on baby, you know you want to!" He hissed in my ear and his hand crept up my skirt. That's it.

"NO! YOU ASS HOLE!" I said and jabbed him in his balls with all my strength. He grasped on to his pants and yelped out in pain.

I took the opportunity to split and run back into the theater. "YOU BITCH!" I heard him shout behind me from his car, but I continued to run through the parking lot without looking back. Right when I decided to take one peek over my shoulder I crash into several bodies and we all go down.

"Aw jeez, I apologize..." I say as I begin to rise. I never say 'I'm sorry' because I ain't a sorry person.

"God Damnnit, y/n! What hell were you doin and what's got you so frosted?"

"None of your business T!" I say as I begin to dust off my skirt and fix my hair. T is my older brother who is only a year bigger than me. I realize that I ran into him and his friends. That's good, luckily I didn't run into any other greasers.

"Shoot now my skirt is all grody, mama's gonna throw a fit..." I say to my self.

T laughs, "Yeah, she 'sho is if she gotta find any more of your new threads hanging on the clothing line!"

"Yeah well daddy's gonna have a cow if he finds out that you been stealin all his weeds and giving them to your little gang!" I snap back and look around at the 4 other guys. I double take at one that catches my eye.

"Man stop being a wet rag y/n, or you'll get wrinkles on that pretty little face." Jackson says, one of T's childhood friends who lives next door.

I suck my teeth, something that I would probably get popped over my head for doing by my mama. "Cut the gas, Jackson." I turn to the boy that caught my eye before. "Are you lost?" I say to the boy. He was just standing there listening to us talk. He was white so he stuck out like a sore thumb, you couldn't help but to have your eyes drawn to him.

T laughs and says, "I thought the same thing when I saw this kid. But nope this cat ain't lost. He just moved here and I pulled out my shank the moment I eyed him. But must I say, he's the hippest cracker I ever met!" He puts his hand on his shoulder and shakes his hand. The rest of the gang agrees and I scan my eyes over him, as he does the same to me. He was not too tall yet not too short, had greased back brown hair and a really cute smile.

"What do they call you?" I ask.

"Justin." He says back to me smoothly.

"I heard that guys who names start with a J ain't worth shit." I cross my arms.

"Aye watch yo mouth lil girl, Jackson's name start with a J. That's no issue." T says and I roll my eyes.

"That nigga Jackson proves my point." I snap back with a small chuckle in my voice.

"Y'all really bug me huh, you know that? Man forget it, I'm goin to buy another pack of weeds since these was your pops." Jackson hands T back the cigarettes and begins to walk away with the rest of the gang.