"Trying to keep pace with a person with Obsessive-Compulsive Personality Disorder, is like trying to keep pace with a cheetah on steroids. You're just going to end up frustrated and possibly injuring yourself." 

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THE MORE I thought about Sandy being right, the more I ran. I don't belong with these people. I'll either end up making them frustrated, or I'll hurt them. Whether it's by my urge to tell everyone the truth, or if I possibly lash out on someone one day.

I never lose my temper. Ever. Whenever I do, you know it really made me pissed off.

Oops, I cussed.

I sighed and started walking down the street towards Steve's house. He told JJ and us where he lives, and I'm good at finding things, so finding his house shouldn't be too hard. I saw headlights flash toward me, and I furrowed my eyebrows.

Maybe someone wants to help me find Steve's house.

Two guys walked out of the blue Mustang. One with red, curly hair and the other with brown hair. The red, curly-haired one walked over to me with a weird smile on his face. "Do we have a new Greaser in town?"

I knitted my eyebrows in confusion. "Greaser? What's that?"

Him and his friend started laughing, confusing me even more. "Why is it funny?" I asked.

"Because, you're clearly really new to this town. You know what us Soc's do to you Greasers?" He questioned, getting closer to me.

"Umm, what?" I asked nervously, taking a step back each time he took a step forward.

"We beat you to death. Literally." The brown-haired guy answered.

"What's your names?"

"I'm Bob, and this one is Randy." He answered, pointing towards the brown-haired guy.

"Oh, well, Bob and Randy, you seem like nice people, but I really need to get home now." I spoke, walking even faster than before.

These people are scaring me. I should've stayed with JJ and Soda.

"Oh no you don't!" Bob yelled and grabbed me by the collar.

I screamed and he slapped his hand over my mouth, making my whole face sting. He got close to my face and whispered. "If you make one more loud noise, I'll kill you, got it?"

I nodded and he took his hand away from my mouth. "Please, don't hurt me." I whimpered.

Bob frowned. "Aww, isn't she cute, Randy?"

Randy scoffed. "Yeah, too bad she's a Greaser."

"What's wrong with being a.. Greaser? Why do people have to label everything?" I questioned, my temper rising, which wasn't good.

"I was labeled as a liar by my dad, I'm labeled a psycho by everyone, I'm labeled as stupid, slow, and literal. And now, you two are labeling me as a Greaser?! Well, I've had enough of being labeled!" I shouted, scaring them and myself.

I've never yelled in my life.

"So, I suggest you get back in your car and leave me alone." I finished, calming my tone.

"What are you going to do if we won't get in the car?"

I chuckled, and thought of an idea. "I come from a mental asylum. So, if you don't get in your ugly little car, I'll not only trash it, but I also have a million ways of killing you two and making it look like an accident. So, leave. NOW."

They hopped in their car and drove off. I heard tons of clapping and jumped about ten feet in the air. I turned around to find the whole gang cheering me on.

JJ looked like a proud parent.

"Lex! I have been waiting WAITING for you to lash out on someone, and you finally did it! I'm so proud of you!"

I smiled. "Thanks, JJ."

"Lexie, that was amazing. Is that the first time you've ever gotten angry at someone?" Soda asked, stepping towards me.

"Yeah," I started, "but I feel like I'm going to lash out even more."

"Why?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Sandy."

Everyone started laughing and gave me a high-five. "Please, please, lash out on that two-timer. I give you permission." Two-Bit spoke, making me giggle.

"Hey! I made her giggle!" Two-Bit shouted like it was an accomplishment.

"Well, Lexie. Let's get home. I bet you two are exhausted." Steve announced, putting his arm around my shoulder.

I nodded. "I really just want to go to sleep forever."

Darry chuckled. "I feel ya, buddy."

We started walking our separate ways, Steve, JJ, and I walking in a group. I felt much safer now that I was with them. Once we got inside, I got in the shower and stayed in there for a long time. I wasn't used to having long showers.

In The Mental House, we had timed showers. It sucked because I never got finished washing off. I would walk out covered in bubbles from the soap.

After I got out, I quickly changed into my pajamas, and collapsed on the bed. I just hope I don't have my nightmare tonight.

//

"You're never going to get him, Lexie." Sandy seethed, getting right up in my face.

"Dad? I don't want to get him. You can have him all to yourself." I spoke in disgust.

She rolled her eyes. "I'm not talking about Dad, you moron. I'm talking about, Soda. You will NEVER get him, got it?"

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Why would I want Soda?"

She scoffed. "Oh, c'mon! I see the way you look at him."

"I like his smile. I want to smile like that." I answered, explaining why I probably look at him like that.

"I know it's more than his smile. I know you like MY boyfriend. But, guess what? You can dream all you want, but you'd never get him because you're a psycho." She spat in my face, making me frown.

"Well, maybe he likes psychos. After all, he's dating you." I snapped, pushing her into the wall.

//

I sat up in bed and sighed. Another bad dream?

Do I like Soda? I swear I only like his smile.

"Lexie, you okay?" Steve asked from the doorway.

I hesitated, but then nodded my head. "Just a bad dream. I'll be fine."

He came and sat next to me on the bed. "You know, Soda is really fond of you."

My heart felt like it fell. Am I dying??

"I- I think I'm dying, Steve!" I started freaking out.

His eyes went huge. "WHAT?!"

(IM DYING BECAUSE I PICTURED STEVE'S EYES GOING WIDE AND HIM FREAKING OUT AND LMAOOO)

"My heart! Feel how fast it's beating."

He started laughing. "You're not dying, Lexie. Actually, I know why your heart was beating so fast."

"Why?" I cocked my head to the side.

"Because you like Soda."

//

I hope y'all enjoyed a little of NOT SO INNOCENT LEXIE!