Broken ||A Sodapop Curtis Love Story||

Chapter One

Warning: Minor swearing, so if you don't like badish words, don't read it. They aren't that bad, though.

It's Monday morning and I throw on a long sleeve plaid shirt and some ripped jeans. Who cares what I look like?

"Didn't I just but you a new pair of jeans?" My brother says as I walk out of my room. Obviously, Two-Bit cares about how I look.

"Yeah, but I like how these ones look," I tell him. He sighs.

"Emmi," he says, using my baby name. He's the only one allowed to call me that, not including Mom, but I haven't seen her in forever. Although he says it in a warning tone, he still manages to make it sound happy and cheerful.

"I don't want you going out like that. You'll get cold," He explains, but I know that's not it. He thinks that I look slutty because their so ripped. He just doesn't want to say it. I sigh and go put on the new pair or blue faded skinny jeans.

"Much better," He says, a huge smile on his face.

"You look real pretty, little sis," He says. I sit down at the table and Two sets a plate of eggs in front of me. I take about 2 bites, I can't afford to get fat, and shove the rest in the trash before my older brother can notice.

"Ready for school?" He asks. I nod and put on a pair of faux leather boots. How much Socier can you get? Well, maybe if it was real leather, but still. I guess TwoBit just wants whats best for me. But you know what I want? Converse. Normal clothes, not to be a Soc. Socs are mean, one thing I am not.

"Let's get going," TwoBit says, breaking me out of my thoughts and leading me to the car. I hop into the passenger seat next to him.

"We gotta pick up Ponyboy. We're dropping him off too," he tells me. I nod and stay quiet, but my stomach is doing flip flops. Maybe it was good that I didn't eat much because if I did, it would be all over my brothers car right now. Thats always what happens when we go to the Curtis house. Luckily, I don't really get sick, but I still get more nervous than anything. I have the chance of seeing Sodapop Curtis, my best friend in the world, but also my crush. Just his name gives me butterflies. He is one of the only people who can make me feel truly special.

Sometimes I feel like although Two-Bit is the person that I'm closest to in the world, he's only nice to me because he has to, and Soda's nice to me because he wants to be. He tells me everything, and I feel like I could trust him with anything. But I don't tell him anything. I know how he feels, and we need at least one strong one here.

"Hey, Pone," Two-Bit says as Ponyboy Curtis gets in the back seat of his car.

"Hi," He says. Ponyboy is always really quite, he doesn't say much to me.

"Can we wait a second? Darry left early for work and Soda needs a ride to the DX," Pony says.

"Sure," Two-Bit responds, but I let out a long, loud sigh.

"Whats up with her? She on her period or somethin'?" Ponyboy jokes.

"Shut up, kid, thats my baby sister," Two-Bit says, not even looking at him. He puts a comforting arm around my shoulder but I push it away and turn around in my seat so fast that my waist long auburn hair hits me in the face.

"What did you just say, kid?" I ask, staring Pony dead in the eye. Let's get something straight right now, I'm not mean, nor would I deliberately ever say anything to hurt someone's feelings, even a Socs. I don't even really talk much to anyone, other than my brother or Soda. I'm shy as hell. I don't really talk to anyone else in the gang, including Ponyboy, but they all know that I like being in their company. Something about what he said, though, really rubbed me the wrong way.

"S-sorry..." Ponyboy said quietly, and his voice trails off. I didn't mean to scare him.

"It's ok," I say, being the nice, shy girl that I am, again, mostly because I saw Soda coming out of the house. I flash Ponyboy a warm smile, to let him know that I'm not upset anymore, and he returns it after a moment.

"Good morning, Soda!" I say, cheerfully as he gets in the car. I may be nervous around him, but I'm always really happy. Maybe that's why we're friends. He is really happy, too, at first, but there's more to him then meets the eye.

"Hey, Emily," he says, then yawns. I look at the clock, it's 7:25. For someone who doesn't go to school and works afternoons, it's early. For someone like me, who's school starts at 7:45, it's late.

"C'mon, guys. I can't be late today. I have a test first period," I tell the 3 guys in the car, hoping we'll get moving. The DX isn't far, only a mile or 2 down the road, so he's the first one out of the car.

"Bye, Sodapop! Have a good day at work!" I call to him as he leaves. He waves to me and jogs into the gas station. God, he's cute. I wish he would ask me out. I know I'm not good enough for him, though. I know it, but still, he confessed his love for me months ago. He didn't ask me out then, though. Too shy, too afraid, nervous, or maybe he was joking. I'm not really sure, but when I look at him, I see him being movie star handsome, with a goofy, happy grin, and those perfect green-blue eyes. The way he greases his hair makes everything even better. Add that on top of his personality, and that explains exactly why he's the only guy I've ever liked, and the only one who can make me happy. We can sit there together, talking for hours about stuff, and he told me once that I'm the only one who can make him feel better, sometimes. This surprised me because I know how close he is to his brothers, and Steve.

"You can make me smile when nobody else can. You really make me feel better. Thank you, Em," I remember saying to me, and then hug me, after Sandy, his ex girlfriend left him. He was really in love with her, and one day she came to the DX saying that he cheated on him, is pregnant, and being forced to move to Florida with her grandmother. I was standing right there when it happened. Poor Soda, he immediately started crying. I helped him over to my house, since his shift was over, and we sat on my bed.

"It's ok, Soda. You'll be ok," I whispered in his ear while rubbing his back. He hugged me, and it sent shock waves through my system. My day was a lot brighter, and obviously his was too. But then when the rest of the gang is around, Soda can always be seen with one of his brothers, or his other best friend. Steve. He hates me, he has since the day we met. When we're all together, Soda doesn't talk to me. He forgets that little old Emily Mathews is apart of the gang, that I'm not just Two-Bit's kid sister, that I'm his friend. And it hurts, it's like he does't want anyone to know that we're friends. That he doesn't want Steve to know anything.

"Somebody have a little crush on Soda?" Two-Bit's teases, breaking me out of my thoughts. Ponyboy cracks up laughing in the backseat.

"What? No. Of course I don't and you better stop laughing right now, or else, Curtis," I say, my cheeks reddening. Two-Bit laughs at my comment, which I'm ok with. He laughs at everything. Finally, we make it to school, where I immediately run to my locker.

"Nice shirt, just not on you," A Soc named Lainie says, from the locker next to me. Her comment annoys me, but I say nothing.

"And oh, look at those terrible boots. Ugly as hell, and fake leather. How poor are you?" she teases. That one gets me, but still, I'm quiet, turning my lock over and over, trying to get it open. Finally, I get it open, but she shoves it closed. I give her a quick look, but go back to opening my locker again.

"Ugh, you're not worth it, anyways," She says. Those are the words that broke me. I know I should probably be thankful for her saying it right now, but they always make me feel like crap. So many people say it to me. Maybe it's because I don't want to talk, or I make it seem like the bullies don't matter, or what, but I'm never worth anything to anyone. Even myself.

A/N: See, the swears weren't that bad, but they might get worse, just to let you know. I know some people don't like that kind of stuff, that's why there's a warning. Anyways, hope you like this chapter! I'd love to see some comments on what you thought! Have a great day :)