bexley curtis ✰ || the outsiders

Ten

I've never sat so still in my entire life. My whole body frozed as my eyes widened in fear.
I stood up as I felt my legs get heavy as I walked on out, staring at the ground. I felt little droplets of rain hit my head as I just stood there, my hand slowly reaching in my back pocket just Incase, feeling the cold medal of my switchblade against the palm of my hand. I didn't want to look up, I was afraid. Pieces of my hair started to stick together as the rain started to pound down on the ground. I started to look up a bit, seeing the khaki lookin' pants and these brown, fancy lookin' shoes. My hair was moved to the one side of my shoulder, sticking to my leather jacket. The droplets of rain dropping one by one from the strands of hair covering my face.

He scoffed. "I knew it, i fucking knew it. A greaser sneakin' in on the south side a' town, hiding underneath my pavilion. You know, I can call the fuzz on you by now and have you rot in those jail cell's. Or I can just call my buddies over here and we'll beat you to a pulp. You came to the wrong side, grease."

I whipped out my switchblade, clicking it open as I looked up, pushing the hair out of my face. All I seen was Erik. Everything else falls away. I no longer hear the rain pounding on the houses and the sidewalks. I cant notice the cars speeding down the street. I glanced at Erik as I no longer feel the switchblade being held tight in my hand. I let it dropped onto the ground. His eyes widened in surprise as his eyes became soft.

"Bexley?" He questioned. "The hell do you think you're doing here?"

"I, I-" I began to stutter as I sneaked a glance at the garage, and back at him. He looked in my direction towards the garage, then looking at me. He gave me a questioning look.

"I came here to see you." I lied.

"Uh huh, that consists of hiding underneath my pavilion, and letting your friends sneak in my garage, huh?"

"It's not what you think."

"It's not what I think?" He repeated.

I shaked my head. He grabbed a fistful of my shirt as he brought me near his face.

"You better stop playing games around here, sweetheart. If you want to play hard to get around here, I'll gladly step in and ruin the fun,"'

"I don't think I would let you do that now.. would I?" I heard a deep, thick New York accent being mumbled into Erik's ear as I looked next to Erik. It was Dallas. Erik started to clench his jaw more as his fist started to release bits of my shirt.

"Dallas Winston.." Erik smirked. "What a coincidence to see you sneakin' in my garage with my lady."

"Your lady? The hell does that mean?" He looked straight at me. He knew what it meant. He knew exactly what it meant.

"My girlfriend. You thick in the brains there, Winston?"

"This was the guy you were dating?" Dallas said in an 'are you serious' tone. He started to raise his voice higher as his cold hard eyes stared into mine. "Answer me, Bexley!"

"Used to date. it's been over."

I looked down as I started to pick the dead skin off my thumbs, nervously. Once I looked back up, Dallas was walking away.

"Alright there, grease. I got a warning for ya. if you don't fix my tires by the end of this week, I'll make sure the fuzz gets ahold of you, you hear me Winston?" Erik yelled as he cupped his hand around his mouth.'

I spot my switchblade on the ground as I stomped over to it, picked it up and left the backyard.

"Wait a second there, sweetheart!"

I stopped in my tracks as I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath and turned back around, softly opening my eyes. "Stay away from me.. stay away from my siblings.. and make sure to stay the heck away from my friends.. you got that? Or i will make sure you'll be dealing with the end of my blade."

I clicked my blade shut as I shoved my hands in my front pockets. I ran after Dallas and Tim, trying to catch up. I let the rain pound onto my head as we walked in silence. I sneaked a glance at Dallas. His gaze stared straight ahead. He looked like the next person he came across, he was going to break their necks with his bare hand. Even I was afraid to say anything. I looked at Tim, giving him a look showing a mixture of scared and being a nervous wreck. He gave me a small smile as he mouthed an, 'everything will be okay.'

The rain came to a stop after awhile; we were still soaked. Tim headed back to his house, it was just me and Dallas, walking alone in silence with small bits of wind creeping up on my neck, sending chills down my spine. It was a moment of silence. I sneaked a glance at him again, this time, he sneaked one back. He sighed as he looked back down at his shoes.

"Can't believe you'd ever fall for a Soc, man. A freaking Soc. Now I'm thinking you're the ones who's thick in the brain. Pony was right,"

"What do you mean he was 'right?'"

"He consisted you were dating one anyways. Never believed him. God Bexley.. how can you date someone who's a richer class? You know they don't give two shits, you see how we had to put up with them for the past years of living in this dumpster? It ain't easy. It may not be for you because you don't understand a single damn thing around here.. thinking you can do whatever the hell you want. You never listen."

"Dont even say I never listen.. understand? You're acting like Darrel, thinking I'm a weak person. Thinking I'm a stick in a mud all my life. It may be wrong of me to go out with a Soc.. but look at you on the 'bright side.' Getting into girls pants at Tim's almost every night using them like a piece of toilet paper."

"I stopped.." he growled. He stopped in his tracks as he turned around, an angry expression making me clench my teeth as he looked straight at me.

"Why? Because you realized Sylvia is back and decided to use her for the rest of the week?"

He stomped over, looking down at me. He was so angry he was going to break the next thing he touched or seen in his own eyes. He lowered his finger as he was pointing at me in front of my chest.
"You don't ever, ever mention her, ya hear? I stopped for a reason. And you ain't ever going to know the reason. I cant even tell the gang for gods sake."

"Too scared?" I crossed my arms. "There shouldn't be a bad reason for you to stop.. it's a one hell of a good reason."

He let out a huge sigh.
"Maybe later,"

"I won't tell anyone Dallas.. why can't you just tell me? We always tell each other secrets. What changed?"

"Somethin' I've realized a bit ago."

"Dallas come on." I pleaded, trying to get an answer. We both started walking.

"When it's the right time, I'll tell you. It's to soon to tell."

We kept walking back to my house, hearing the squeaky noises of my soaked up converse to squeak up every time I walk.

I unlatched the gate, as I furrowed my brows. I turned around and noticed a white police car parked ahead of our house on the street ahead of us. I looked at the sticker on the side of the car, that said 'Oklahoma State Police.'

"The fuzz ain't in our house.. right?" I asked as I looked at Dallas before stepping any further.

"We'll be fine. It's probably just there because he found a druggie on the streets.. it sure ain't here from what I understand."

I agreed with Dallas. I walked in front of him as he gave me a small smile. I opened the screen door, taking off my jacket as I hung it up on the coat rack.
"Were back guys," I let out a sigh as I smiled.

Nobody said anything. I turned around as I seen two police officers looking at me. One had a notepad in their hand, the other had handcuffs. I was standing in my spot at this point; glaring at everything that's happening in that room. My eyes went straight to Darry's, than Sodapop, than Dallas.

"Dallas Winston?" A police officer spoke up. "You're under arrest."