𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 🦋

say it again || curly

A/N: IM BAAAAAACCCCKKK!!! 

⇢ credits to writingstyles101 😝 ⇠

"What do you mean he's back?" you interrogated Pony, your best friend.

"That he's back. They let him off for good behavior." Pony shrugged taking a bite of his sandwich.

"Good behavior? He robbed a liquor store." You rolled your eyes.

"Y/N it's been months. I'm sure things are different now."

You looked at the boy in front of you like he just grew another head on his shoulders. "Pony nothing changes with that boy."

"He loves you y/n." he shook his head slowly.

"Clearly he loves getting in trouble more and I'm over it. Have been since he smashed that damn window to that store." You sighed standing from the table and grabbing your plate.

You walked into the kitchen, washing your dishes, stuck inside your head. You and Curly had quite a past. You loved him and you knew for a fact he loved you. You always talked about running off and going to get married. Even having some kids someday.

"You have to finish school first." You sighed looking at your boyfriend.

"I bet you we could get married and still stay in school." He smiled up at you from his bed.

You turned to him shaking your head. "Well, I'm finishing school first. You can go and get married whenever you want."

"I sure ain't marryin anyone but you."

"I gotta go Pony. I'll see you tomorrow." He smiled in response as you made your way out the door. It was dark and cold and you regretted dressing for the afternoon weather instead of nighttime's weather. You didn't expect to stay at Pony's for so long and your shorts and goosebumps proved it.

"You're headed the wrong way baby, all the fun's over here." Some, clearly intoxicated, Socs laughed smirking at you. You ignored them as you continued down the road, hoping to make it home before you found any trouble.

The Socs usually didn't mess with you unless they were drinking, same with the greasers. You were more middle class so you had friends on both sides of town, but that didn't make it any less scary seeing how that Soc holding a half-empty bottle was staring at you.

"Hey!" he yelled making you jump slightly. "I said, the party is over here." He said slowly, walking your way. You stopped walking but refused to look at him as he walked right up to you, too close for comfort.

"Why don't you come have a little fun baby." He moved your hair, breathing into your ear, the smell of alcohol on his breath almost knocking you down.

"I'm just fine." You jolted away from his touch.

"Oh yes, you are." He smirked, grabbing your neck holding you into place. You could hear all of his drunk friends in the background cheering him on. You started to struggle against him as he kept tugging you closer, trying to kiss on your neck.

His grip was rough and you were positive he was gonna leave a bruise or two. "You better take your hands off of her before I break em." You heard the familiar voice you were just thinking about, but this voice was much colder. You froze as the Soc turned to Curly smirking at him.

"You think just because you got into some trouble that you're all tough now?" The Soc chuckled, finally taking his hands off of you. You wanted to run to Curly but you didn't wanna show that you were scared.

"We both know it wasn't me gettin in trouble that made me tough. Now walk away." He threatened. The Soc tilted his head, egging Curly on.

"You wanna start some problems that's fine, but you're a little outnumbered buddy."