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Tana sat in the booth next to her friends, all of them sipping strawberry milkshakes and three out of the four talking about how cute Bryan and Brad and Craig and Joel were. While Katie, June, and Lisa all gushed about boys, all Tana could think about was one guy in particular.
Marcus.
His dreamy green eyes; his plump, pink lips; his huge bicep muscles; the way he held her in the bedroom; and the way he absolutely broke her heart. He'd called her names, told her she wasn't ever going to be good enough, and then he made out of town with some broad because he'd graduated and Tana was still a junior.
And no matter how much her heart ached after the things Marcus had said to her, she was still in love with him.
Tana found herself staring out the window of the diner, her eyes settling on a red Bel Aire. She imagined Marcus leaning against it, smoking a cigarette and waiting for her to come outside so they could drive around until the movie over at the Nightly Double started. She imagined them making out in the front seat and slowly moving into the back.
And then she blinked.
And it wasn't Marcus standing there, but that greaser named Keith Mathews, who everyone called Two-Bit for some reason.
And next to him was a face she never wanted to see again, but somehow kept finding in the crowds around town that day; no matter where she went, no matter what she was doing, he was always around.
Dallas Winston was yelling about something and Two-Bit was just laughing like it was some funny bit on Red Skelton.
Tana couldn't seem to take her eyes off the situation. There was just something about those greasers that made her jealous. She didn't quite know what it was, but maybe it was the fact that they could bar crawl and start fights and cause trouble and none of their friends judged.
If Tana so much as had chipped nail polish, that was the end of it.
And Tana was tired of it. She hated always wearing dresses and she constantly wondered if pants were any better. Tana had a wide range of car knowledge that she couldn't do anything with. Because a social girl knowing anything about mechanics was just unheard of. It was like a law or something.
Tana got everything her heart desired: a vanity full of makeup and fancy perfume; a closet full of clothes and shoes; a whole collection of bags. She had the whole second level of her family's two-story house all to herself.
And yet, Tana didn't care about any of it.
How are people so happy with all this stuff when they basically have no one? Sure, Tana had friends. But none of them were real friends. None of them got her. The only reason she hung out with most of them was that all their dads worked for her dad at his law firm. David Thompson was a very successful lawyer in Tulsa and he brought home huge checks from cases all the time. David was also really good at stocks and bonds. The family was very well off.
