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Chapter 8

Let's get one thing straight; I officially hate Bucks. I ended up getting slightly drunk with Princeton, but the other two got wasted. Elaine and Michael were so bad last night, I mean Elaine knows how to drink, but she got lost because Michael was hard to get drunk.

I had fun last night, though, except for the thing with Dallas. I mean come on, he had no right to treat me the way he did. I'm an independent girl.

"Baby," Elaine says trudging into my room. She has her sunglasses on. I try to hold in my laughter. "Why did you let me near alcohol?"

I shrug, "I tried to get you away, but then you started saying that if I didn't let you drink you wouldn't be able to defend Tulsa from the birds who will kill us and possibly eat us. I never knew you liked horror movies."

She sighs, "It's the only one I've seen, and it freaked me out."

"How?"

"Because one of my parents had a bird as a pet and I remember watching it when it came out and then that same night I got home, the bird kept saying, "I'm gonna eat you, I'm gonna eat you!" That thing drove me nuts."

"That is amazing!"

"Sh, sh, my head hurts."

"Then go take medicine."

She mocks me with the hand puppet thing and then walks away. I laugh and move to the radio. As soon as I turn it on 'Sherry' starts to play. I like the song, but it's not my favorite by The Four Seasons.

I prefer Rag Doll and Who Loves You. Rag Doll is beautiful and Who Loves You are beautiful. They're classic and will be forever.

"Baby," Makenna walks into the room, "why's Elaine throwing up?"

"Because she drank too much last night."

"Oh, is she sick?"

"Nah."

"Babydoll, can I ask you something personal?"

"Sure..."

"Are you a virgin?"

I look at her. I'd ask, but I don't want to. This was like when my parents gave us the talk after Darry lost his virginity. Stupid Alana Kalin.

"What?"

"Are you a virgin?"

"Yes, why are you asking?"

"Well, I wanted to know because you came in with a hole in your pants and your shirt messed up. Plus you smell funny."

"Well, I am."

"Okay...can I ask another question?"

"Is it asking if I have a boyfriend?"

"No, uh, the guy, Johnny...does he have a girlfriend?"

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"Is the paper here," Tasha asks.

I nod and point to her love seat. She smiles and walks over to it. I look back at the journal I've been writing on. The tutor keeps saying that I need to finish the writing piece. I have to translate an entire scene from Shakespeare from English to Latin.

"Baby," Tasha says. "What's your real last name?"

"Curtis...why?"

"Was one of your brothers named Ponyboy?"

I look up at her. She's staring at the paper.

"Yeah, why?"

"C'mere."