I took a long drag on my cigarette while leaning against the side of the DX. It was a slow day, and I had wished it wasn't. At least the work would keep my mind off of things.
"Still that bad, huh?" Steve asked, taking to account that I only smoked if something was bothering me, or if I wanted to look tough, and it obviously wasn't the latter.
I shrugged and tossed the cigarette on the ground and crushed it with the heel of my shoe.
"I'm sorry about the Dawn thing man. That wasn't my place." Steve wasn't even aware that he had said anything until someone told him the next morning.
"I don't even care about that man. I just can't believe this is happening to me again." Any outside, third-party looking in would say that my relationship with Jelly was short-lived. We only actually dated for about two months, but it was a long time coming.
"I'm just tired of living like this...I miss the old me, before girls came into the picture." I said. I threw an arm around Steve's neck and we headed back into the garage.
"I'm gonna take you out tonight buddy, let's tear it up." Steve let out a howl.
"Steve, the last time I went to a party with you, we ended up at a whore house." I glared at him.
"Fine. We'll just chill at your place then. Bre wants to hang out anyways."
When we got to my house, Darry already had dinner cooking in the oven, and Bre was already over making herself at home on our couch.
"You know they shave Dally's balls on that cough." Steve informed her.
"Eww...Dallas pubes!" Bre immediately hopped up and took a seat on the floor.
Pony and Kitty soon joined us in front of the T.V. as we all stuffed our faces with lasagna.
"Hey Pones, go find a movie to watch." I commanded, throwing a bread stick at his head.
"Yes your highness!" He raised to hit feet, sticking his tongue out at me.
"Did Sodapop Curtis just suggest that we watch a movie?" Kit said, in her usual smart ass tone.
"Shut up!" I kicked her in the side.
A moment later Pony reappeared, placing a disk in the DVD player.
"What's that?" Darry asked.
"I dunno it's blank. I found it on the floor next to my backpack."
The picture popped up revealing TwoBit, Steve, and I dancing in our underwear to "My Heart Will Go On" and wearing sombreros. We all busted out in laughter.
"I forgot we did that." I confessed.
The scene suddenly changed to two people, who both happened to be girls, butt naked and tossing about in a bed moaning. As soon as we made the realization that those two girls happened to be Audrey and Jelly, everyone's mouth dropped. Except Steve, who had just taken a swig of coke and ended up spewing it on the back of Kit's head. I quickly hopped up and turned off the T.V. then turned back around to face everyone, not making eye contact.
"I have to go...shave." I said in a desperate attempt to escape the situation.
"I'm going to clean up in the kitchen." Darry headed into the next room.
"I got homework." Pony was in a dash to the bedroom.
"I'm going to take a shower." Kit hopped up, wringing her sticky, wet hair in her hands.
Steve followed after her. "Me too!"
She quickly spun around, "Go home Steve."
My mind was now in a jumbled mess. Jelly had cheated on me with Hunter, and while in her drunken state after the public break-up, she made a sex video with Audrey. What do I even do with that?
Steve leaned over and spoke quietly. "You think I could get a copy of that?"
"Go Home Steve!" I shouted.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Let's Get Ready to Rumble
We spent the last three days gearing up for the rumble. We made a lot of calls, sent a billion texts, and had a dozen meetings in person with other greaser gangs, but the numbers just weren't turning up. We never really know how many socs will make an appearance, but when they hear there's a rumble, typically they all come running. The Socs fight us for fun, because they take any chance they're given to show that they're better than us. Greasers, on the other hand, we fight because it's personal. So far, the only gangs who agreed to show up were Shepard's and the Brumley's.
"The Brumley's backed out." Darry said, taking another swig on his beer. We decided to have a laid back night at the Dingo the night before the rumble.
"Dammit. Are you serious?" I asked quietly, not wanting to down everyone's spirits.
"Yep. They're down three guys as of this morning when one of em got busted for car theft." He explained further.
"That leaves our nine guys, and Shepard's eleven...Do you think that's enough?" I asked. Darry shook his head.
"Looks like the girls are gonna have to fight in this one."
We only let the girls fight if they have to, not because they aren't capable of kicking some decent ass, but because we're guys, we step up first and protect them when we can. It also makes us a bit nervous, despite the fact that the girls can handle themselves, we're always looking out for our sister or girlfriends in the midst of the fight. Owen spun around in his bar chair. He had apparently been eavesdropping on our conversation.
"Don't worry, I got it covered." He patted Darry on the back.
Friday. The day of the rumble. My phone was blowing up all day with questions and comments from almost everyone in the gang, leaving Steve and I very eager to get off work.
I came home to find everyone, plus Shepard's gang at our house. People were doing flips, practicing swings, stretching, and downing energy drinks. I looked around, worried about our numbers, and hope that Owen really would pull through. Typically, I would be pumped for a rumble, but this time was different. The circumstance in which we were fighting, left a dark cloud of emotion hovering over everyone, we shouldn't have to be fighting for this reason. I was a bit relieved when I found out Jelly was only on the sidelines of their encounter with Sheldon, but I still felt deeply for Rhyan and Blair, no one should have to experience something like that. I think secretly everyone blamed themselves for what happened. If only I had been there...If only I had done this differently...What happened, happened, and nothing could change that now. Could it in some way been prevented? Possibly, just like everything else that happens, but truth was, is this rumble really going to change anything? Someone wins, we leave each other alone for a month or two, and then were back to giving each other hell again. What was going to make this time any different?
I thought I had downed too many red bulls when I felt the house begin to shake, as a roaring sound filled the neighborhood.
"What the hell is that?" I heard Darry say.
"I said I had it covered." Owen smirked, then headed outside, the gang filing one by one after him. There was a group of about six or seven guys perched on top of motorcycles outside our house. From what I knew about Owen, I figured these guys were a part of the Sons of Anarchy. Darry filled them in on our situation and how we do things here in Tulsa, just before heading off to the vacant lot.
There they were, all the socs lined up shoulder to shoulder as we all stepped up to face an opponent. It felt like forever till the rumble finally started. I knew it was only a matter of time till Dal socked Sheldon a good on in the face, and then it was on. I tried my best to stay close to Jelly and keep an eye on her, but she seemed to be doing better than I was. I made it out with a broken pinky, and a gash along my right cheek, plus the countless scrapes and bruises scattered on my body. It ended with us standing there watching the socs run away in their mud stained pussy khakis, and then the shouts of victory erupted. We all ended up at the Thatcher house for a victory party consisting of loud music, booze, food, and swimming.
"Someone got you pretty good there babe." I said, gently pressing my fingers on Jelly's swelling temple.
"You should've seen the other guy." She smirked, then pressed her lips softly against mine.
"I'm going to go get a drink." She said before turning and leaving. I went over and stood by Steve, and glanced around the yard. Hunter was lingering in the shadows of the party all night, which was usually his type of scene. He approached me, chewing nervously on his fingernails.
"Hey man, I gotta tell you something." I looked at him intrigued.
"What's up?"
"The other night I was at a crack house on the outskirts of town, and I got carried away and was pretty stoned, and I didn't even remember passing out, and when I woke up...man, I'm really sorry." He was rambling, and I really didn't understand what connection I had to his experience at a crack house.
"I slept with Jelly." he confessed. My heart stopped, and I suddenly forgot how to breathe, as hot tears filled my eyes.
That's okay." A drunk Steve spoke up beside me, loud enough for everyone to hear, "Soda and Dawn are fuck buddies." Everyone paused and turned their heads our way. Hunter cocked his head to the side.
"You slept with my sister?" He said.
Steve, who was beyond caring, yelled again, "I slept with Kitty!" Everyone glanced in Kit's direction.
"That did not happen." She assured.
Hunter stared at me, eyes blazing. "We're even." He said, before stomping off somewhere. I looked over and found Jelly standing there, watching the whole scene.
"You slept with Hunter?" Though I already knew the answer, I wanted her to confirm it.
"Soda...I.." I cut her off,
"How could you?" I yelled.
"You never told me you slept with Dawn." She yelled back.
"Not while we were dating." I argued.
"I didn't know what I was doing..."
"The one person that I thought.." My voice caught. Tears were streaming down my face. "I can't do this again." I turned and heading inside the house to find a place to hide from the crowd. Steve chased after me,
"Soda, wait up man.." I turned abruptly, using a harsh tone, "Go home Steve." I said.
I couldn't believe that this was happening. I had been cheated on, again. Jelly and I have been friends since we were little, good friends. She was there when I found out Sandy was cheating on me, she even talked some since into me when I said I wanted to marry the girl anyways, regardless if the baby was mine or not. Here I was again, suffering the same pain. And she had done it with someone in the gang...someone I had considered a brother. I couldn't take this again, from now on, I was sure I'd never trust anybody.
"The Brumley's backed out." Darry said, taking another swig on his beer. We decided to have a laid back night at the Dingo the night before the rumble.
"Dammit. Are you serious?" I asked quietly, not wanting to down everyone's spirits.
"Yep. They're down three guys as of this morning when one of em got busted for car theft." He explained further.
"That leaves our nine guys, and Shepard's eleven...Do you think that's enough?" I asked. Darry shook his head.
"Looks like the girls are gonna have to fight in this one."
We only let the girls fight if they have to, not because they aren't capable of kicking some decent ass, but because we're guys, we step up first and protect them when we can. It also makes us a bit nervous, despite the fact that the girls can handle themselves, we're always looking out for our sister or girlfriends in the midst of the fight. Owen spun around in his bar chair. He had apparently been eavesdropping on our conversation.
"Don't worry, I got it covered." He patted Darry on the back.
Friday. The day of the rumble. My phone was blowing up all day with questions and comments from almost everyone in the gang, leaving Steve and I very eager to get off work.
I came home to find everyone, plus Shepard's gang at our house. People were doing flips, practicing swings, stretching, and downing energy drinks. I looked around, worried about our numbers, and hope that Owen really would pull through. Typically, I would be pumped for a rumble, but this time was different. The circumstance in which we were fighting, left a dark cloud of emotion hovering over everyone, we shouldn't have to be fighting for this reason. I was a bit relieved when I found out Jelly was only on the sidelines of their encounter with Sheldon, but I still felt deeply for Rhyan and Blair, no one should have to experience something like that. I think secretly everyone blamed themselves for what happened. If only I had been there...If only I had done this differently...What happened, happened, and nothing could change that now. Could it in some way been prevented? Possibly, just like everything else that happens, but truth was, is this rumble really going to change anything? Someone wins, we leave each other alone for a month or two, and then were back to giving each other hell again. What was going to make this time any different?
I thought I had downed too many red bulls when I felt the house begin to shake, as a roaring sound filled the neighborhood.
"What the hell is that?" I heard Darry say.
"I said I had it covered." Owen smirked, then headed outside, the gang filing one by one after him. There was a group of about six or seven guys perched on top of motorcycles outside our house. From what I knew about Owen, I figured these guys were a part of the Sons of Anarchy. Darry filled them in on our situation and how we do things here in Tulsa, just before heading off to the vacant lot.
There they were, all the socs lined up shoulder to shoulder as we all stepped up to face an opponent. It felt like forever till the rumble finally started. I knew it was only a matter of time till Dal socked Sheldon a good on in the face, and then it was on. I tried my best to stay close to Jelly and keep an eye on her, but she seemed to be doing better than I was. I made it out with a broken pinky, and a gash along my right cheek, plus the countless scrapes and bruises scattered on my body. It ended with us standing there watching the socs run away in their mud stained pussy khakis, and then the shouts of victory erupted. We all ended up at the Thatcher house for a victory party consisting of loud music, booze, food, and swimming.
"Someone got you pretty good there babe." I said, gently pressing my fingers on Jelly's swelling temple.
"You should've seen the other guy." She smirked, then pressed her lips softly against mine.
"I'm going to go get a drink." She said before turning and leaving. I went over and stood by Steve, and glanced around the yard. Hunter was lingering in the shadows of the party all night, which was usually his type of scene. He approached me, chewing nervously on his fingernails.
"Hey man, I gotta tell you something." I looked at him intrigued.
"What's up?"
"The other night I was at a crack house on the outskirts of town, and I got carried away and was pretty stoned, and I didn't even remember passing out, and when I woke up...man, I'm really sorry." He was rambling, and I really didn't understand what connection I had to his experience at a crack house.
"I slept with Jelly." he confessed. My heart stopped, and I suddenly forgot how to breathe, as hot tears filled my eyes.
That's okay." A drunk Steve spoke up beside me, loud enough for everyone to hear, "Soda and Dawn are fuck buddies." Everyone paused and turned their heads our way. Hunter cocked his head to the side.
"You slept with my sister?" He said.
Steve, who was beyond caring, yelled again, "I slept with Kitty!" Everyone glanced in Kit's direction.
"That did not happen." She assured.
Hunter stared at me, eyes blazing. "We're even." He said, before stomping off somewhere. I looked over and found Jelly standing there, watching the whole scene.
"You slept with Hunter?" Though I already knew the answer, I wanted her to confirm it.
"Soda...I.." I cut her off,
"How could you?" I yelled.
"You never told me you slept with Dawn." She yelled back.
"Not while we were dating." I argued.
"I didn't know what I was doing..."
"The one person that I thought.." My voice caught. Tears were streaming down my face. "I can't do this again." I turned and heading inside the house to find a place to hide from the crowd. Steve chased after me,
"Soda, wait up man.." I turned abruptly, using a harsh tone, "Go home Steve." I said.
I couldn't believe that this was happening. I had been cheated on, again. Jelly and I have been friends since we were little, good friends. She was there when I found out Sandy was cheating on me, she even talked some since into me when I said I wanted to marry the girl anyways, regardless if the baby was mine or not. Here I was again, suffering the same pain. And she had done it with someone in the gang...someone I had considered a brother. I couldn't take this again, from now on, I was sure I'd never trust anybody.
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