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*your POV*
"Why were you with him last night?!" Soda yelled.
"I told you 1,000 times, we were studying!" I yelled back.
He didn't believe me! I'd told him 10,000 times I was at Bob Sheldon's house studying; we were lab partners in chemistry and we had to finish our essay.
"Studying my ass!" he scoffed.
"We're LAB PARTNERS!" I screamed.
He scoffed again. "More like fuck-buddies."
"You really think I'd cheat on you soda?" I asked quietly, hurt now. I felt tears fill my eyes. I looked at him: his eyes weren't filled with tears, they were filled with hate. "Do you?"
He stared at me, un-answering.
"Do you think I'm some kind of slut? I squeaked. "You know you are the only guy I've ever slept with."
He rolled his eyes. "Like I'd believe that," he snapped.
My lip quivered. "It's true!" I said. "I've never slept with anyone except you Sodapop! You know you were my first, I told you that!"
"It's just empty words," he said. "You could be lying."
"Well so could you!" I yelled. "You say you're over Sandy, you say you don't care about her! I've seen your wallet. When we were at the DX you gave me your wallet for a coke. You still have that picture of you and her."
"[Y/n]..." he started.
"Save it!" I snapped. "You still love her. Just admit it."
"That's not true!" he argued.
"Why should I believe you if you can't believe me?!" I yelled. "Huh?!" I stared at him, my eyes watering. "Just- leave me alone." I turned on my heal and stalked out.
"[Y/n]!" I heard him call, but I ignored him. I ran down the street and to Bob's house.
I ran through the door and up to his room, where he was reading.
"Do me a favor," I said, standing there and staring at me.
"What would that be?" he asked.
"Tell everyone." I begged before I through myself on top of him and kissed him passionately. He kissed me back by instinct.
All I needed now was do Soda to find out what my night had been filled with.
{{incase you don't get it they slept together lololol}}
**One Week Later**
I fixed my hair and pecked Bob on the lips. "Thank you," I said to him. That's the 11th time we'd slept together in the past week. It felt good, I really did love Bob and how graceful he was, but I missed Soda.
"Anytime, love," he said. I smiled and kissed him deeply, pulling in my clothes.
"I have to go," I said. "But I'll see you tomorrow. For, studying." I grinned and winked.
I kissed him one more time. He wrapped his arms around my waist. "Please stay?" he asked. "We still have to go over... flash cards."
I grinned. "Well if we flash cards today we'll have nothing to study tomorrow." I smiled and pecked him in the lips, taking his hands away from my waist. "Good bye."
I smiled and walked out to my car. It was nice for a greaser; I bought it used, but it looked brand new. It was a red mustang. That car was my favorite thing ever.
I drove him and went up to my room to see Soda sitting on the bed.
"What the hell are you doing in my room?!" I exclaimed.
"I'm here to talk to you," he said. I felt him look me over. His eyes stopped at the multiple hickies on my neck but he kept looking.
"I don't want to talk," I said, turning away from him. I faced my mirror and took my earrings out. "I'm over it."
"Just hear me out," he said. "I have a lot I want to say and I won't leave until you hear it."
"Maybe I don't want to hear it!" I snapped, spinning around to face him. "Look soda. We're done. Over! We ended the moment you said I was cheating on you. And you sealed the deal by by not answering when I asked if you thought I was a slut. That stung. You know the entire history of my sexual life. Because you were there. For all of it! You were my first kiss. My first make out. I have my first blowjob to you! You were the first person to ever see me topless! You were my first EVERYTHING, Soda!" I felt tears sting my eyes but I wiped them away. "My first EVERYTHING! And you don't even believe me when I tell you that!"
"Of course I believed you [y/n], but when you spend so much time with him I worry!" he said. Tears had fallen on his cheeks and I just wanted to wipe them away. "I do believe that! And I believe you love me! But I worried you'd love him more! He's got everything I've got and more. He's got looks, brains, a car, a nice house, money; everything I don't have! I love you, [y/n], and I always will! Of course I believe that you love and you wouldn't cheat but I worry that you'll fall in love with him over me just because of what he has."
"Sodapop I'm not materialistic," I said. "I don't fall in love with people because of what they have. I fall in love with them because of who they are! I'm not in love with Bob. In ANY way. At ALL! He's a pig. He cares about women for their bodies. But you, did I ever tell you why I fell in love with you?"
He shook his head.
"I fell in love with you for your personality," I said. "You're ability to make me smile whenever I was sad, or laugh when I was angry, or convince me it would get better when I didn't think it would. I fell in love with you for your kindness to everyone, soc's and greaser's alike. I fell in love with you because you were sweet and funny and caring and loving and joyful and wonderful and everything that I could dream of! And- I still do love you."
"You do?" he asked, blushing. I nodded.
"I'll always love you," I said. He smiled brightly and attacked me in a deep hug.
"I love you," he said, his arms wrapped tight around me.
