Chapter 12

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Elizabeth's POV:

"Elizabeth, this is Dallas Winston, and his girlfriend, Beka," Darry says, motioning to a guy on the couch. A girl sits on his lap, her arms around his neck. Their too busy to be introduced to me, their in a full out make out session.

"Dallas Winston and his girlfriend Beka," He repeats, trying to get their attention. It doesn't work. They obviously heard him, because he's rubbing up and down her thighs faster, like he'll never get to see her again.

I vaguely hear myself wondering how they're not out of breath yet, when Darry says, "Dally, Beka. Come up for some air. Meet our guests." They don't, so he goes over and snaps his fingers in front of their faces. Still nothing, and it's getting harder and harder not to laugh.

"Dally, Beka," He says loudly, sounding stern and annoyed. They jump away from each other, and Beka turns bright red. Immediately I recognize her.She has her long hair in a familiar looking ponytail that I know all too well. I met her in the bathroom the day Darry's parents died. The day we got together.

She was the leader of the girl with the silky black hair and the brown bob. Immediately, I feel scared. I want to come back on another day when she's not here, when I don't have to face her.

"Hi, Elizabeth," She says sweetly.

"Hi," I say quietly.

"So, um... Is everyone ready for dinner?" Darry asks us. I nod, but as everyone goes to sit down, Beka grabs my wrist. I look up at her, a little bit afraid, but I know she wouldn't do anything bad in front of Dally or Darry.

"Elizabeth, come with me for a second. I have to talk to you," She says. My heart races. I don't want to leave the room with her. What if she threatens me again? What if she hurts me?

"Go ahead, sweetie. We'll wait for you," Darry calls to me, but then runs over to kiss my cheek.

"Ok..." I say, and walk out. "What do you want?" I ask, trying not to sound scared, but more intimidating towards her.

"I just want to tell you that I'm sorry," She says, looking me directly in the eyes. I can tell she's being serious. She looks genuinely sorry for what she did.

"Why did you do it? How did you fake being a Soc and what was the point of it?" I ask her. She sighs.

"I was just trying to help out a friend," She says. I just stare at her. "Look, Elizabeth. I'm so sorry that I hurt you... I didn't mean to. I was just worried. I mean, Darry is one of my friends and I didn't want him getting hurt by a Soc. A lot of them are scary, mean. But I can tell you're obviously different," She tells me. I don't know what she means by different, but I think it's good.

"I'd really like to be your friend. I mean, if you can forgive me after what I did. It was horrible," She says. I nod.

"Of course I'll forgive you. And I'd love to be your friend," I tell her. Maybe this could be good. Maybe being friends with Greasers could be a good thing...

"Can you just explain one thing?" I ask her. She nods.

"How did you do it? You really had me going that you were a Soc," I tell her. We both burst out laughing. I'm not really sure what was so funny, but we both knew it was something.

"I know some girls who hooked me up with some nice clothes. Dally let me borrow his switchblade. And the other girls? They were just a few friends of mine. But don't worry, I promise it won't happen again." I breathe a sigh of relief. Finally I feel like I can roam the halls of my school without being under pressure, or in danger. "C'mon, let's go eat," She says, smiling at me.

Darry's POV:

"Hey," I say, once Elizabeth and Beka get back in. They both smile and hi. Then, Elizabeth sits in between me and Beka at the table.

"What were you talking about?" I ask, grabbing the food that I made. Since the whole gang is over, I spent an hour and a half cooking.

"Just stuff," Beka says. I smile.

"I knew you guys would be friends," I tell them. And it's true.

Ever since Dally started going out with her I thought she would make good friends with Elizabeth. I don't really know why. Maybe it's because Elizabeth is classy with a hint of Greaser rebel in her, and Beka is a total Greaser, but with class. She's always wearing jeans and leather jackets, and she's dating Dallas Winston, but she's the nicest, sweetest Greaser girl I've ever talked to. You might wonder how Dally of all people scored her, if that was the case, but it started off with her looks, and now they're practically in love.

Dinner went by quickly, with everyone talking and making friends with everyone, until we got to the topic of the funeral, which was next week. (AKA NEXT CHAPTER FOR THOSE OF YOU WONDERING!)

To be honest, it's really hard to talk about my parents. I mean, they've always been there, up until now. And maybe it's only been a week or so since they... left, but I'm more than ready for them to come back. I miss them like crazy, and it's not easy being a parent.

If I could, I would bring them back in a heartbeat, never take them for granted. As soon as we got to the subject of our parents, Ponyboy started crying, so I sent him to his room. I could tell that Soda was narrowly holding back tears, also, but he went to go make sure Ponyboy was ok before I could say anything to him.

The entire gang was going, and Beka. All of their coworkers, and a few of their friends. The only person not invited, who was sitting there, left out, was Elizabeth. Not that she would want to come, or so I thought.

"Darry," She says, putting a hand on top of mine.

"I know I'm not invited... But if you want me to come, for extra support or whatever, I will," She tells me. I smile gratefully.

"That would be nice," I tell her. Honestly, I don't know if I could get through it alone. Especially with my little brothers there. I couldn't get emotional, it would just scare them. But, I wouldn't have to. Elizabeth would be there, she could save me.

A/N: So Beka is actually Tobleedgrease and she's going to be a pretty main character from now on and I'm really excited! And just to be clear I wasn't planning to make her the character that she is, I just wanted her to fit into the story more. You should like her now, by the way. She isn't the bad character!! Now time for a question! What do you think is going to happen at the funeral? Anything exciting?

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