Chapter One
DAMN IT, BROKEN CAR.

          "THAT SON OF A—" Cythina shouted, banging the wheel repeatedly following to using her head instead. Betrayal is a dramatic word for this situation but lucky for us, Cythina is very over dramatic.

It was a monday, of course, on a monday her car decides to break down for who knows what reason! This was planned, she thought. The day was going fairly well as she had a family gathering at a well neat restaurant ( and they didn't fight! ).

Her older brother, Robert Sheldon, is always one for tricks especially when it came to Cythina. She could breathe and next thing she had a pie flying at her face. He wanted a reaction, he always got one out of her.

        Leads to the conclusion that he most likely messed with her sweet pink mustang. The evening light reflected off of her side mirrors, alighting her with a certain comforting glow. Cythina's head felt heavy—suddenly stressed with how much it would cost her to fix the problem. Even with the title of a Social, she nor her family were made of money.

Pressing off her hands, she extended her arms enough to lock out. Her eyes squeezed hard shut even causing to send little waves of electric waves—she knew the first gas station/mechanic shop was the DX station. Just, she didn't know if they would help her.

         After all, her brother is Bob Sheldon.

Blinking her chocolate eyes, her optics adjusting to the dim light, she shifted her upper body and clicked the door open. Forwarding her weight to the leg out the door, Cythina shuttered under the cold autumn breeze. "And no jacket, cool," Cythina basically cursed under her breath.

Accidentally, she slammed her door shut. Taking a deep breath before continuing ahead where the street flickered with the light from the half broken 'DX' sign. She heard a faint laughter, true laughter which seethed the anxiety tingling throughout her body.

"You got a customer," A small black haired boy annouced. He was smoking a cancer stick with the Dallas Winston, a tall and lean man with a dark complexion, who was known around town for his rough demeanor and reputation for trouble.

        Just being in the vicinity of him made Cythina tense up, obviously, she didn't know the truth about Dallas Winston—she only knew about the things he has done.

        Cythina swallowed harshly, breaking a tight smile to the pair before pushing the door open. As she did, the bell had rung from the top which announced her presence. Though everyone was already at the front.

         "How may we help you?" The worker asked, he was a charm. He had sort of long slicked back hair—it was messy due to him running his hands through—dirt covered his body head to toe and his cargo blue jacket had a little patch saying 'Sodapop'

         "Hi, uhm," Cythina stuttered, feeling nervous with the glances from the teenagers around, "My car broke down, not even a block from here. I was wondering if there was any chance you guys could get it here and figure out the problem. . . I'll pay extra!"

        The boy, Sodapop had chucked at her response, "We got it. Don't worry about the extra cash though, it's covered." Once again with the charm.

        Cythina smiled, laying out more money than needed anyways—she couldn't help herself in giving more. Pushing a car was always worth more. "Thank you so much, I am so sorry."

         "Don't apologize, doll," Sodapop replied, taking the money to count it out. Cythina rolled her eyes as Sodapop slipped the money back towards her, "What'd I say about the money. . ." He dragged his sentence, lingering for a name.

          "Cythina."

           Sodapop's eyes brightened, his smile shining more, "Alright, Cythina. Keep the money, and the guys are going to push it right now."

           Cythina nodded, her smile not fading away. It was weird that she felt this way at the DX, not even an hour ago she was scared out of her mind. The DX was bigger inside than it showed on the outside. They had rusted hangers for bags of candy, shelves of random supplies, and two coolers for drinks.

         She shuffled her heels along the floor, grabbing a box of razzles. "Those are a good choice," Sodapop commented. He watched, not in a weird way, the girls every step—taking curiousity in her.

          "They were and, still are my favorite from childhood," Cythina remarked. Setting the box on the counter she added, "Here, now I can finally give you the money without you being difficult."

          "Difficult?" Soda questioned, his eyebrows raising as he held his hand directly to his heart. "I don't know Cythina, we just met and you've already got my heart."

            Cythina giggled, shaking her head, "It's what I do best." The squeaks of her Mustang pierced through the gentle quiet, "Wow. I didn't know it sounded that bad."

            Sodapop had moved around the front of the counter, kicking one leg up then he folded his arms on his chest so his biceps strained at the sleeves of his work shirt. In other words, he was basically mocking Cythina's posture. "We had, one time this Soc guy came in and it sounded like his car was dying," Soda began to laugh between each words, "His poor girlfriend."

             Now, Sodapop didn't realize that he was talking about her friends to her but she had no thought in taking it rudely. Even than, she thought it was funny as well. "Okay that definitely tops the sound of my car," Cythina responded.

The conversation ran smooth, better than any conversation she had ever had with her fellow friends. A curly headed girl with a ripped tank top ran into the store, stopping in her tracks as she observed the two. Even than, she knew something was different!

            "Pepsi, why aren't you out there helping?" The girl had mentioned, Cythina's head turned at the nickname. Sodapop's head tilted down due to the height difference had he already been looking at her. His mouth was ajar—his eyes flickered between both girls.

           He stuttered heavily, his hands smoothing pass the girls. "I, uhm, I-" He couldn't even get a sentence out. As he gave up, his head sank low—walked out without another word.

           Embarrassing himself in front of a really pretty girl, he was more than humiliated. Strike One, the only thing racing in his mind.

THENAS CORNER ! uhm.. guys thoughts? I'm actually really proud of it and with me being descriptive. BUT please let me know how you guys feel, I have no school tomorrow so there will be more chapters.

trust, ace and cythina are going to be the bestest of friends.

maybe i got a little too descriptive on the biceps part. WELP.

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