The Outsiders: Randy's Little Sister

Chapter 28: Awkwardness

"I didn't know what to do, I-I," someone was stammering so badly, I wondered how they actually formed the words, "I-I-I'm sorry, I didn't know where to go."

I tried opening my eye, bust they felt heavier than lead and with every try they would just re shut, automatically.

"Isn't your girlfriend a nurse?" There was another worried voice as I tried relifting my eyelids.

"Yeah," I first one whispered, heaving a sigh, "Yeah, but I don't know things anymore."

I groaned, groggily and I felt them both hurry over to hover over me.

"Zola?"

"She doesn't like that name."

They got ignored as I opened my eyes fully to see a worried Ponyboy hovering over me. "Zola? You alright?"

"I don't know." I said, sharper than intended because my eyes focused on the second figure in the room. Randy was pacing up and down, but keeping his eyes on me as he gritted his teeth in worry.

"Zoe, I-I'm sorry," he apologised, almost shoving Pony out the way so he was in my view line as I tried to sit up.

"No, no, no." Pony pushed past him again, shoving a glass of water in my face. "Drink this first, you're dehydrated, that's why you fainted."

"Yeah," I took a sip before carrying on, "that and the fact that Randy nearly kills us and everyone else on the street."

I watched as he winced at my tone, "I'm sorry, I should have watched the road."

"Yes you should have," I huffed stubbornly, realising it was unfair because he already knew he was in the wrong.

Didn't stop him from glaring.

"This is the part where you say sorry for accusing my girlfriend of using me."

I let my jaw drop, again, not apologising. "Well, I'm gonna have to sit through a dinner with you and her family, so I think that is a large enough apology," I put bitterly, as he sighed, sitting on the armchair near me.

He tried to run his hands though his already matted hair but they didn't even make it half way though.

"When's this dinner anyway?" I said, trying to sounded happier as I broke the silence.

"Tonight," Randy muttered, standing up to create the fluent moment of his panic.

"Stop pacing," I pleaded, but he just a shot me a well deserved glare for being curt.

The grinding of his teeth when he was thinking, made me cringe but I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from saying anything to make the mood worse.

"I think I can pace," he used the tone that I used earlier, speaking bitterly once more, "You just told me my girlfriend was a liar, using me and has something to do with Dad's problems. Zola, I get to pace."

Sighing, I put my head back on the cushion, slowly, watching the ceiling so I didn't make any unwanted eye contact with Randy.

I had told him. It was the thing I had wanted to do since he had met Lilly, but I didn't get the satisfaction I wanted all along. Randy wasn't tough, he never saw the bigger picture. Just saw what was in front of him and went with that. I don't know if that made him naïve, or just shielded.

"She also said that--" I lengthen out the syllables, watching Randy's reaction to everything, "she said that Dad killed her father, which now I think about it, is sort of believable."

Pony's head shot my way but I stared at Randy, who seemed like he was going to explode.

"And you're telling me this now," he half shouted, half hissing like a snake, "not when we met her, or when we started dating."