He parked his car in the garage where he usually worked..

Not a word was exchanged between us the whole ride from the track, to 'Billy's Car Garage', where Ripper was employed. He usually worked every day except for Sunday's, from five in the morning till about four-thirty in the afternoon. Some would say he worked way too much, but he disagreed. Cars were his life. Every moment he could spend around them made him happy. Not to mention, it gave him a lot of time to work on his own car.

"We're gonna' have to walk through Lime Street to get to Dime's place, so stay close to me." I nodded in response, and followed him closely on the seven minute walk to Dime's house, which was only one block away from our house, in-between Steel n' Scram's places. Tonight, the after party was being hosted by Dime, so I'll be expecting a hell of a lot of beer and liquor there.

Lime Street wasn't as calm as usual tonight- one rich kid was hosting a raging party. As we got closer to the loud, obnoxious house, a few guys out front on the lawn noticed us. Instead of just flashing us dirty looks, and cussing us out inside their heads, they began to approach us.

"Hey street fags." One with buzzed, red hair commented, "What are you two doing walking down our side of the city?" Ripper tried to walk past them, but they stopped him with their large bodies.

When we didn't answer, the blonde one nodded his head towards me, "You got some nice legs there baby." He walked over and caressed my cheek, "And a cute little face." I swatted him away, and Nathan stepped in front of me, "Ohhh, is this one of your boy-toys?" He paused before muttering "slut" under his breath. I began to walk towards him, before Ripper pushed me back.

"We'll be leaving now." Ripper said, right before grabbing my arm, and taking off- barely squeezing past them. I ran a few steps to keep up with his fast pace. His legs were so long, that he could walk farther in little amounts of steps, than I could walk in many.

"Yo, sex doll." The redhead yelled again. I turned my head and ducked once I saw an empty, glass beer bottle flying straight towards my head. Just before it hit my face, Ripper's hand reached out in front of me, and caught it with one hand. If I were him, I would have thrown it back at them, but instead, he just slammed it down on the street curb. The rich boys shook their heads before walking back to the party. Ripper slowed down, matching my pace, and walked directly next to me.

After a while, I finally decided to break the silence, and say something to him, but a simple "Thanks." was all I could manage to shoot out. Ripper rarely spoke to me, yet alone went near me. Earlier at the track was most likely a one-time thing, because I doubt he'd ever say more than a brief 'hi' to me ever again.

After Lime Street, we walked the rest of the way to Dime's house without another problem popping up. No other words were exchanged between the two of us- not even occasional glances. I guess I'll just have to face the fact that Ripper- the hottest guy out of all of them- will never have a nice, long, funny, enjoyable conversation with me. Maybe it was because I wasn't pretty enough.

I knew for a fact I wasn't ugly, but I also knew that I wasn't exactly drop-dead gorgeous. I had caramel, blonde hair that fell just below my shoulders in small waves. My eyes were a dark chocolate just like Steels', and my skin was a soft, normal tone. I usually have a set of bangs across my forehead, but sometimes I pin them back. Mostly the days I have a bad hair day, and they just won't cooperate. I personally think I look much like a tomboy, but Sly says its only when I'm not wearing make-up- which is often.

As soon as we stepped inside Dime's house, we could see the bruises and cuts on all of the boys' faces. Even sly had a purple n' red mark under her right eye. I hope to God it was a girl who did that, because if not, I'm going to track a bastard down, and kick his girl-hittin' ass.

"Ayy, it's Tip and Ripper. Join the party kiddo's." Scram joked, right before taking a large sip of his drink.

"Kiddo?" Ripper began, walking over to him, "Last time I checked, I'm one year older than you." Ripper put Scram into a head lock, and ruffled his hair. You could hear Scram's whining underneath Nathan's armpit, for Ripper's arm was pressing down against the giant bruise on Steve's right eye.

"Where's Sean?" I asked, looking around the crowded house for my oldest brother.

"Slasher's off somewhere with his girl." Wesley answered, tossing his cigarette out the nearest window, "Two were all over each other right before we got here, so we made 'em get a room somewhere." I shivered at the thought of my older brother banging his girlfriend. Made me sick to hear about that.

"Well, if he's not here, who's gonna' tell me I can't chug more than five beer's down?" I said, grabbing the beer out of Scram's  hands, and draining it in one sip. All of the boys looked at me with the same devious smirk I had on my face- except for Ripper, who was already being surrounded by a group of his 'fan-girls'. They all looked, and dressed like major sluts, wearing nothing but their bralette's, and high waist-ed, and high-rised shorts. Their asses were practically hanging out of the thin, tight fabric that was supposed to 'cover' them. I thing what made me more upset though, was the fact that Ripper was actually smiling, and laughing with them. Hell, I'm gonna' need at least eight more beers to get me through the night.

"Where's the beer." I asked Dime, leaning closer to him so he could hear me over the loud chitter-chatter of the many people crammed in his tiny home.

"Kitchen." He replied, "n' please don't drink more than you're supposed to, kid. Your brother will kill me if you do." I looked at him a long while before shaking my head.

"Sorry Dime, but no can do." I began to walk away from him towards the kitchen, before he grabbed my arm, and pulled me back to where my ear was being lightly touched by his mouth.

"If you wanna' get back at your brother, makin' a fool of yourself ain't gonna' do nothin'." I turned my head to where he could see the 'I'm sorry' look in my eyes. He sighed, before releasing me, and watching my back as I cut through the middle of Ripper, and his fan hoe's, and disappeared into his small- but artisan kitchen. Dime definitely had the nicest house out of all of us.

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I giggled at what the never before seen male's were saying. Honestly, every little word that came out of their mouths was suddenly hilarious. I guess that's how things are when you've had one too many beers.

"And then-" The male with black hair took a quick sip of his beer, "And then she said to me-" He looked at both me, and the other guy who was shirtless with his pants unzipped, and began to laugh hysterically. I couldn't understand what he was saying, nor did I think it was funny at all, but I still laughed so hard that I was in tears, "You bastard! And threw her drink at me." He finally finished. By the end of his lame story, both me and my other friend were on the floor wheezing.

"My God- Tip, are you drunk?" Steel ran over to me, and helped me back up onto the white, mud-stained sofa. I turned my head to look at him dead in the face with my bloodshot, tear smothered eyes.

"You look like a monkey." I giggled, "A cute w'ittle monkey." Steel stared at me a while with an open mouth, before erupting into his own laughter.

"Slasher." He called out across the crowd of people that's died down since before, "Yer' sister's wasted." Sean ran over to me, and his satisfied facial expression turned to anger with a bit of disappointment.

Yanking the beer I was holding from my hand, he said "Jesus Christ- how much have you had to drink?" I smiled a goofy smile.

"Five." I said, "No- four." I started to laugh uncontrollably again. I was lying. The beer he just took from me would be my eighth.

"I'm not an idiot, Eleanor. You seem like you've had nine." He handed the beer to Dime, who had just walked up behind him, only to see what everyone was standing over me for.

"Eight." I corrected him, which was a dumb move.

His eyes widened, "Eight? You've had eight beers?" He sighed and angry sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair repeatedly, "How on earth are you still conscious?"

"I'm fine." I sang, trying to stand up, but only stumbling right before falling on my ass.

Sean rubbed his forehead, "Someone's gonna' have to take her home tonight. Wesley's already there, so she'll be alright."

"I'll take her." Everyone's heads turned to see Ripper, who was putting his leather jacket back on, "I was just leavin' now anyways. Got work in four hours." Sean nodded, before helping me back up, and handing me off to Ripper. As soon as I reached Nathan's arms, my knee's went out, and I fell back to floor once again. I could hear the large sigh that left Ripper's mouth, before he picked me up, and began to carry me like a little baby.

"No!" I shouted, "Don't leave me with the monster! He hates me- hates me I say!" I reached my arm out for Steel, who almost stepped forward to take it- but quickly stopped himself. I always knew he hadn't gotten over me yet.

A while back, Steel and I used to have a small thing. He was my first kiss, and I was his. We secretly dated for a couple weeks, until Ricky found out, and completely opposed it. We were forced to break up, and swear to never see each other in that way again. That was when we were younger though, and played so many games. Now things were different, so if I wanted to date Steel, and he wanted to date me, there was nothing in God's name Slope could do about it. I got over Steel within a few weeks, but he's never really gotten over me. Poor kid.

"You're so handsome." I cooed, rubbing my hands all over his face. I immediately regretted saying that, but it was too late now. Ripper smirked, and I felt his chest shake a little, for he was silently laughing at me, "Well, shit." I muttered, "I wasn't supposed to say that." I wasn't supposed to say any of that, actually. Now he knows that I think he's hot. Isn't that just fantastic?

Ripper carried me the whole block from Dime's house to ours. I was a little surprised he hadn't just left me on the side of the road. I wouldn't shut up half the time, rambling about all of my most embarrassing stories, and secrets. He probably knows every little thing about me now, and that wasn't a good thing- I'm one of those people who likes to keep her life a mystery.

Nathan struggled with our front door before he was able to get it open. I guess it's hard to do a lot when an one-hundred and twenty-five girl is in your arms. Ripper walked up the closest set of stairs, and entered my black, and hot-pink colored room. He set me down on the zebra arm-chair that was next to my set of windows, before walking over to my circle bed. I watched as he peacefully pulled my covers down, and set up my bed so that I could sleep in its comfy goodness.

"Why you takin' care of me?" I slurred, trying to keep my eyes focused on his beautiful figure. This alcohol was really getting to me. Staying silent, he walked back over to me, and delicately took off my dirtied sneaks, and black windbreaker.

"Am I not allowed too, or somethin'?" He replied, tossing my coat across the room onto my pile of clothes in the corner. He slowly picked me back up again, and laid me down onto the soft cushion of my mattress.

"It's not that." I began, pausing as he covered me with my hot pink sheets, and zebra duvet cover, "You just barely even acknowledge me." The look in his eyes told me he was planning on leaving soon, but I didn't feel safe falling asleep alone, in an empty house. Wesley was supposed to be here, but his face has not yet come into sight, "Oh-n' can you stay a bit?"

Nathan smirked before sitting down on the edge of my bed, closest to where my body was, "Now why would you say a thing like that?" He asked me, his tone turning into one that had some humor behind it.

"Well, for starters, every time I make eye-contact with you, ya' just quickly look away. No smile, no nothin'. You give off that feelin' that you can't stand me, n' that I'm the most revolting thing you've ever laid eyes on." Ripper laughed hysterically- almost like how I did back at the party. "It ain't funny. Makes you seem like a dick- and people don't like that." I didn't watch what I said, I physically couldn't. Because I was so drunk at the moment, my filter was turned off.

"Is there some law sayin' I have to smile, and wave hello?" He cocked one eye-brow, his smirk turning into more of a grin.

"No." I sighed, "But it would still be nice if you didn't act like I was your enemy for a change- n' I always try to do the same back, but I can't help myself but look at you- God, why are you so attractive?" I immediately regretted saying that, as Ripper's smirk returned, and his eyes grew a little bit bigger.

"Is little Scott admitting she's attracted to me?" He joked, pinching my cheek as if I was a little, chubby baby.

I quickly swatted him away repeatedly- even after his hand was nowhere near my face, "I'm only sayin' you're hot- n', I'm not little. I'm eighteen!" I whined, for I hated when everyone would look at me as a kid. "Ricky's the same age as me, yet only I get teased as being the younger child."

"'cause you're a girl. The girl is always the baby, no matter how old she is compared to another male." He explained. I turned my head so that I was facing the wall, and not his face anymore.

"Can you turn out the lights?" I asked, "I'm tired." He noticed my no-longer desire to continue this conversation, "-but don leave yet. Wait till I fall asleep." Ripper stood up, and turned my lights out for me. I laid there in silence for a while, before my eyes started to droop heavily. "Why do you hate me?"

There was a long silence before he answered me- almost like he was thinking about how to answer my question. "You think I hate ya' Tip?"

"Mhm." I softly responded, "Seems like it." This time, my eyes fully shut- but he didn't know that I was still aware of my surroundings. I could still hear, think, and feel clearly. I heard a few footsteps in my room, before I felt his soft lips brush my forehead.

"It's sad how little you know." He whispered. More footsteps were heard, before the sound of a shutting door was the last thing I had heard that night.

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Ooooo, now, what could that last line possibly mean? Thoughts?

Thank you all so much for reading this far! I love this story so much already, and I hope you do as well. It's most certainly different- I can tell you that. You may be a bit confused on why it's considered a teen fiction story, but you'll find out soon enough.

Now, there's probably a bit of confusion on all the names being thrown out, so let me clarify some of it for you:

Eleanor Scott = Tip

Nathan Kid = Ripper

Sean Scott = Slasher

Ricky Scott = Slope

Wesley Scott = Speed

Steve Rype = Scram

Janie Foster = Sly

Beth McShay = Foxy

Babee Long = Bliss

Sloan Granger = Steel

William King = Dime

(If you ever need refresh of your memory on this, just look at the cast section. It's all there for you!)

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