An Outsider ( A Ponyboy Curtis Fanfic)

Birthday!!! Yay? Part 2

Warning: There is a lot of Spanish in this chapter. Sorry but Jazz had to have a drunk personality, and since she is her I thought she would be this way.

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Pony looked at the ground and shook his head 'No'.

"No. I want to hear an answer from you."

"No puede porque está borracho,"(He can't because he's drunk) I spoke up from the couch, where I was sitting with my feet on the coffee table.

"Jazz nobody can understand you," Darry said from his chair.

"He can't..... Because he's............ Drunk," I said. It took me awhile to sober up enough to say.

"Wow, Jazz. can't believe you sobered up enough to say that," Pony blurted out. Okay he just gave himself up.

"Their both drunk," Soda shouted. "Where did you get the booze?"

"Mi cuarto," I said. Soda gave me the 'Nobody Knows What You're Saying' look.

"Ponyboy do you know," Darry asked. That was the bad thing. They always got Pony to spill when he was drunk

"I have no idea where she got it," he answered. It was the truth, he didn't know where I got it. But he did just tell them I had it.

"Jazz where did you get it?" Darry asked slowly.

"Es en el falso fondo de mi cajón,"(It's in the false bottom of m drawer). I said. Since I knew nobody would understand me I told the truth.

"The one time we need Dally," Steve said. I got angry just hearing his name. It was my birthday and he wasn't here. Again.

"No diga su nombre!"(Don't say his name) I shouted. It was silent. I yelled louder than I wanted to. Everyone looked at me. "No me mires,"(Don't look at me) I said while walking into the kitchen. Pony followed. I sat down at the table and Pony sat beside me.

"Jazz its okay," Pony said rubbing my back.

"No no es,"(No it's not) I said Soda came in and saw me sitting in the chair on the verge of tears.

"What's up with her, Pony?" Soda knowing he would never get an answer from my asks.

"Es mi birthday y mi brother no está aquí,"(It's my birthday and my brother isn't here) I choked out. Some in English.

"I think it's about Dally," Pony spoke up.

I ran up to my room and closed the door. I opened my drawer and pulled out the false bottom and grabbed the half empty bottle of vodka. I took a drink and heard a knock at the door.

"C'mon Jazz open up," it was Soda.

"No entres,"(Don't come in) I yelled taking another swig. I took one last long chug and closed the bottle and put it back in the drawer. I looked at the clock 3:02 it hadn't been that long. I looked myself over in the mirror and tried to say something in English but came out in Gibberish.

'Damn it!' I think to myself. I hate that when I'm drunk I can't speak English. It gives me away. Right now I could tell I was drunk.

It is my 15th birthday. I'm drunk. My brother is in jail. I can't speak English. And my boyfriend can't lie. What a great day.

I walk out of my room and down the stairs to the kitchen. I pull out the orange juice and I glass.

"How you feelin', Darry asks. I take a sip of my orange juice before I go off.

"Cómo hago? Cómo cree que hago? Estoy borracho. Y no puede entender una palabra maldita que digo!"(How am I doing? How do you think I'm doing? I'm drunk. And you can't understand a damn word I'm saying.) I yelled. I finally gave up and  chugged my orange juice down. It tasted foul mixed with the vodka taste still in my mouth. I gag.

"What kind of alcohol do you have?" Darry asked I breathed in his face. "Vodka?! Damn it Jasmine where the hell did you get vodka?!?" I knew he was pissed.

"Me lo regaló Dallas," (Dallas gave it to me) I said feeling very little guilt about ratting him out.

"Dallas gave it to you," Darry says it more like a statement but I nod my head. "Why would he give his 14 year old sister alcohol in the first place?!" I could tell he was really angry.

"quince,"(fifteen) I said just about a whisper.

"What did you say?" I think he thought it was an insult.

"She said fifteen, I have heard enough Spanish to learn numbers. She is correcting you. You called her fourteen she says fifteen," Ponyboy explains it like it is in plain sight.

"You're in trouble too, Pony. Don't you go stirrin' the pot," Darry warned.

"No te metas con él. Somos quince, maldita sea. Tienes que muchas reglas. Acabo de tener una copa," (Stop picking on him. We are fifteen, damn. You have to many rules. I just had a drink.) I was tired of Darry always picking on us because we were the kids.

"God, I hate it that I can't understand you," Darry was frustrated. "Go to your room, now!" Darry never yells at me. I was the baby sister. I couldn't take it, the tears behind my eyes burst out. I ran out the door. I don't know where I was going but I kept running.

I heard the rumble of a car engine and instantly searched my pockets for my switchblade and not finding it. Great.

"Hey baby, wanna go for a ride?" The guy in the passenger seat said.

"No estoy en los tipos de humor. Déjame en paz," (I'm not in the mood guys. Leave me alone) I said.

"Ah, you a foreigner baby?"

"Piérdete," (Get lost) I retort.

They all get out of the car and circled around me. I knew this wouldn't end well for me. Before anything I screamed.

"¡Soda! ¡Ponyboy! ¡Darry!" I screamed. Then they were on my. One covered my mouth with his hand, I bit it hard which bought me a punch in the face. I tasted blood in my mouth. I screamed once again. I felt my pants being slid off. I kicked and felt my foot contact with something.

"Hold her!" one of them yelled. "We're gonna have a little fun, don't you like fun?" He whispered in my ear. I screamed, another punch. He started to move his hand lower. I was getting scared and my heartbeat raced.

Suddenly he was pulled off of me. I stood up and pulled up my pants quickly. And ran. I don't know how I got away but I wasn't gonna stay to find out.

"Jazz come back," Somebody screamed. I didn't answer. The voice sounded familiar but I couldn't place it.

I found myself by the train tracks. I could feel the alcohol coursing through my veins. The train was slowing to a stop.

I don't know why I did it but I jumped on the train. And fell asleep.

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Oh my gosh! I wonder where she will end up. I hate cliffhangers as much as the next girl but I had to do it. Have fun. Remember to watch the sunset.