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"Oh God, what have I done?" You ask yourself while sitting by a curb beside some random diner. "I should be spending my New Year's with my family, not on greaser turf." You mumble while putting your head on your knees. Can I even call it a family anymore? It feels like I'm in some movie but it never ends.
Because you're a teenager, it seems like the stereotypical 'teenage angst' bullshit, but your life is a total shit show and it's all your father's fault! If he didn't force you to move and go to a new school and make new friends and get himself a new job and his new boss and his new wife none of this would have happened! Could things get any worse?
"I thought you were with your parents? You blowing me off again?" Oh fuck you, karma. "I was with my parents, I got into a fight with my dad at the party. And the last time I 'blew you off' was because you were drinking and expected me to get in a car with you." Your boyfriend, Kenickie Murdoch, sat beside you and slung an arm over your shoulders
"Listen, just cause I got a little drunk-" You scoffed and pushed his arm off of you. "A little? You call reeling and passing out in the streets a little?! You know I told you I'm never going out with you while you're drunk. And I swear of it! Now you leave me alone before my headache worsens." He scoffs at you and gives you an amused grin. "Mrs. Warbucks mad that she has to go to some high class party and get the hell spoiled out of her by a father that hasn't left her, huh?"
He laughs loudly, catching the attention of some bystanders. You were thankful that they just carried on with their business because the last thing you wanted to do on New Year's eve is argue with your boyfriend like you're on a TV show with a live audience. "Oh, the horror. I swear, girls like you-" You grit your teeth and stomp on his foot.
He knew your father was a sensitive subject but made a joke about it. Dating him is a mistake. "You just shut your mouth, you- you overgrown caterpillar! You should be happy that your dad isn't here so you don't have to watch him ruin every aspect of his life." His grin turned into an unsure frown when he saw that you were on the brink of crying.
"You don't know how it feels watching him touch other women while my mom has no choice but to keep her trap shut cause God forbid that she call him disloyal! Just shut your damn mouth.." When you finished yelling at him you were standing up and your chest was heaving. You looked down at your white dress and groaned. Tears went from your eyes, catching mascara and going down your chin until they were done holding on and seeped into your dress. "Oh, N/N, you know I didn't mean-"
You slapped him when he got up to hug you and pushed him, though it barely did anything to him, because between the two of you, you surely aren't the strongest. "Oh.. I- I'm sorry, I didn't remember all that-"
You shook your head at him and closed your eyes because glaring at him was starting to make your eyes hurt. "'I'm sorry', 'I forgot', 'I didn't know'- that's all I hear out of you greasers! Then you act like you never crossed any lines- and it is so fucking tiring!" He started showing his soft side, but it was too late. You were finally putting your foot down. "N/N, I really mean it this time-"
"Like hell you do! You think I'll magically forgive you after we do some friendship cures all bullshit and then give you head or whatever goes in and out of your mind." You opened your eyes and crossed your arms. "That's all you hoods ever think about, huh? Getting your tootsie roll sized dicks and egos stroked. You're in for a rude awakening when you get out of highschool and you're not the shit anymore." You jab him in the chest multiple times as if you were trying to insert what you're saying into his heart. It obviously doesn't work. "That is, if you ever pass your 9th grade classes."
He laughs at you condescendingly, with his arms wide open, ready for you to hug him and take back what you said. "Babe, what is with you? You're acting weird. You know how well I treat you, besides, you're just gonna wake up tomorrow regretting what you're saying."
You thought back to all the time he's disrespected you and treated you like some play thing just for points with his lousy friends. The times he's talked behind your back and started rumors that got you constantly harassed by other greasers, but he didn't have the heart to get them to back off, because he wants his brownie points with his trashy friends. The times he's borderlined on ruining your reputation just to make sure you wouldn't leave him because he saw you laughing at one of your classmates jokes, the times he's scared all your friends away because he heard them talking to you about how terrible he is and the ways he's affecting you, the times he's locked you in his car because he was scared that you would run away from him and find someone new.
You're just some toy for him, and even if he doesn't admit it, he sure thought that, and probably still does, when he went to go bother the notorious peacemaking hot head from Reseda in third period science.
It took all of that just for you now to realize, "I don't actually love you. There's no reason for us to date. You've just trapped me in a box so that you were the only option. I'm done. I can't take it anymore. We're breaking up." You didn't wait for him to respond, you just left. You were almost out of sight from the diner before you felt a hand harshly pull you back. You were about to scream before you realized it was your boyfriend. Ex. Why can't I scream? Why am I letting him drag me to his car? His car?
You pulled away from him before he opened the door to his rusty car. "What are you doing?!" You practically screamed, but it sounded like a lovers quarrel to any bystanders that weren't already in their homes or at the park, so you were left unbothered. But you really needed someone to intervene right now so you don't get locked in his car again until you're forced to apologize.
"What am I doing? What am I doing? What the hell are you doing? What do you mean we're breaking up?" You shook your head at him and looked at him as if he was a lunatic, which he actually was. "I mean we're breaking up. You know I mean every word I say." It's silent for a few minutes, and you think he's come to terms with everything he's done and is ready to admit his faults. But you're wrong, again.
He suddenly grabs you and smashes his lips on yours. It's full of desperation and lust, and you hate every second of it because it makes you feel slimy. You push him off of you just in time to see the fireworks from the park. "Look, we kissed right on time for New Year's, you always wanted to do that. Now will you stop acting like a mad wo-" You slapped him again this time, but now it left a mark. So you slapped him again and again and again until he was on the floor and you were sitting on top of him.
"Kenickie Murdoch, don't you ever touch me again. Better yet, don't go in ten feet of me never ever ever in your entire life! I'm sick and tired of you and I swear I'll push you out of a window the next time I see you looking at me again." You stood up and walked away. You wanted to feel bad, but before you left, you heard him dog whistle and laugh like a wounded hyena.