bexley curtis ✰ || the outsiders

Three

That night, I didn't want to fall asleep. It's like I have to keep fighting, pushing myself to sleep. It never works, unfortunately. With Soda and Ponyboy only next door from me, and Darry across the hall, I hesitate to get up and walk over there, to only spend a night there to be with my brothers. I don't have nightmares like Pony used to have, but it's only sometimes, it's pretty rare for me.

I'm lying down underneath my covers, my light pink blanket lying on me with my favorite stuff animal both my mum and dad bought for me, staring up at the ceiling, glancing at everything that catches my eye in my room. The pictures of me with the gang, me and Hannah, and both of my parents, my mirror showing the reflections of the objects that is close nearby. I took in a deep breath, looking over at my clock as it read 1:43 in the morning.
'Just great,' I thought, exhaling the breath I took in.
I pulled the blanket up more near my chest as I felt a small wind of cold air blowing onto my arms, creeping up as I shivered, flipping onto my side as my back is facing the door entering of my room. I clutched my stuffed animal which was an elephant, bringing it close to my chest as I could really use a hug right now. I realized that there was a party going on today soon, but I also wanted to go to the drag race with Soda and Steve.

I never miss out on their drag races, I've been to every single one, sitting on the bleachers, a big smile forming on my face as I only glanced at the 66' mustang convertible which was in the color red that both Soda and Steve rode in together.
The smiles, fist bumps and small laughter and talks forming before the light turned green.
Thinking about that right now makes me smile an don't want to miss out on it. I can always go to a party another day, no big deal.
I can see the light of the moon shining into my window as I looked up, seeing how bright it was. A small smirk swept across my face as I gently closed my eyes, finally falling asleep this time.

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"Bexley!" Steve yelled as he pushed open my door, banging off the wall as he jumped on my bed, shaking me, pulling the covers off me. "Get up, get up!"

I was lying on my stomach, as all I heard was Steve yelling and shaking me. I groaned, as I peeked my eyes open, looking at the clock as it read 7:56 in the morning. I slammed my head back on my pillow with my eyes shut, still feeling Steve dragging me out of bed.

"Come on," he pouted as he's pulling my arm. "It's drag racing day."

"Steve," My morning voice cracked, with my eyes half shut. "I'll get up in a few-"
He pulled my arm as I fell onto the floor, my hip banging on the floor as I just laid there. My hip was pounding, but I softly laughed about it.

"Steve.."

"What?" He said as his attention was in the doorway. "She wouldn't get up, we need her for drag racing buddy, she's our little fan!" He ruffled my hair.

I felt being picked up as I turned my head facing up, seeing Soda as I smiled.
"You didn't get hurt did you? When this bum pulled you off the bed?"

"No, no," I spoke, shaking my head as I let a small chuckle pass my lips. "Quite funny actually."

Soda was still in his pajamas, his white tank top and his grey sweats. He was holding me in his arms, carrying me downstairs with Steve trailing behind.

"Finally got er' up?" Two-bit spoke, chuckling as he got up, walking over in front of me and Soda to where he's still carrying me. "She seems a little tired,"

"Everyone's tired when they get interrupted from sleep Two-bit," I mumbled, getting placed down on the kitchen floor, feeling my feet press up against the cold wooden tiles.  I leaned up against the counter, sipping my drink as I glanced around seeing Johnny as I smiled.

"Coming to the drag race, Johnny?" I asked, a smile on my face as I put my glass in the sink, leaning back up against the counter with my attention back on him.

"Yeah," he started, talking in his voice. "I might, Dallas is tagging along; might as well,"

I wasn't hungry at all when I looked over at breakfast that was lying there on the table. My stomach twisted as I wanted to eat, but I shrugged and walked upstairs into my room getting changed. As I was putting on my black skinny jeans, I looked on over at the jersey that Erik had given me from last night. I'm surprised Steve nor Soda even spotted it. It was right there, hanging over my chair that was sitting in the corner next to my window.
I buttoned my jeans as I grabbed it and threw it in my closet, shutting it so nobody could even see it.

"Who's jersey is that?" A monotoned voice spoke.

My head snapped around, seeing Dallas as he leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed, smirking.

"M-my old cheer one," I swallowed. "I earned it during cheerleading."

"Well, c'mon Soda and Steve are waitin' downstairs for you, doll,"

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Two-bit, Dallas, and I were sitting on the bleachers, waiting for the race to start. Ponyboy and Johnny went to walk around the back bleachers with Tim and Curly, who knows what their up to.
The roaring of the motors caught my attention as I clutched onto the metal bars in front of us, feeling the coldness of it. My eyes were focused on the car they were driving, it was a true beauty. The color of it which was red, stood out more than the other car, roaring next to it. The other car was a shiny, navy blue.

I glanced over at the guy with the checkered flag, in which he was ready to wave it. I glanced back over at Steve and Soda. Soda was making the engine roar, Steve was looking at the car beside him, smirking as in a way he knows he's going to win.
I don't know exactly who's racing in the navy blue car, I couldn't make out who was in it.

"Some tough cars, huh?" Two-bit smirked as he glanced between the two cars. "There's a Soc competing with Steve and Soda,"

I looked over at Two.
"Really? Who?"

"I don't remember his name, he's a Soc, wears a jersey all the time, he's tallish-"

"You mean Erik?" Dallas spoke as he leaned over, looking at Two. "Yeah he always drag races with anyone he gets involved with. Stupid kid."

I furrowed my brows as I looked ahead, watching the two cars take off. I felt my stomach twist in a knot. I got a good look of who was actually in the navy blue car seat, it was Erik. He was the driver.

"Yeah, if Erik was to be known drag racin' today, I would've warned Steve and Soda not to even race,"
Dallas smirked, shaking his head.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, taking a sip of the coke I had in my hand, glancing around waiting for an answer.

"My my, do you know anything about drag racing doll?" Dallas chuckled. "Man,"

"You think he has that blade attached to one of his tires, Dal?"  Two-bit scoffed, shaking his head.

Dallas shrugged. "Looks like we ought to find out about that one,"

"Figured,"

I didn't know exactly what was happening. My thoughts were wondering why Erik was even apart of this drag race, and why he would even had a blade attached to one of his tires.
I looked down, seeing popcorn and dirt scattered all over the bottom of the bleachers. I heard a loud screech, which was extremely loud. I snapped my head up, not liking what I saw the second I dropped my coke on the bleachers, ignoring the coke that splashed on my leg staring at the sight, standing up slowly, in horror.

"Oh my god,"