High school Hell cats

Summary: When old friends move back in to the neighborhood all hell brings back as secrets come out in to the open.

You call us hoods and say that we're no good

Cause we feel so good when we're being bad

Were high school hell cats

On our own

High shcool hell cats

Almost grown

We loving being bad cause it sure feels good

Smiling at the sight of Johnny's cheesy grin as we left the movies I couldn't help but be in a good mood. It was a rare thing to see Johnnycakes in such high spirits, and Pony was always on cloud nine after seeing a good movie. Slinging my arms around their shoulders affectionately enjoying their youthful innocence. Pony was still fresh faced and unspoiled by the divided town we lived, in but Johnnycakes was more like me. We been mistreated and seen too much to see the world through rose-colored glasses. Maybe that was why I doted on him, treating him like Dally minus the pep talks about being tough.

Stopping we watched the sun's decent before heading towards the East Side. These two were one of the few I could not be a tough hood chic around. Being Tim Shepard's twin sister had pretty much labeled me trash and their was always someone with something to prove. Taking in my tight black skirt, and polka dot halter I could see how some people might think badly of me, but if it was one thing I had learned for my brother it was to not care. It made life a lot more fun, besides no matter how much you dressed or how smart you were a greaser was still a greaser in this town. Sides, I'd been with Soda Pop Curtis for the past three years and he, the gang, and his family likes me just fine.

Hell I spent more time there than I did in my own broken home. Usually I slept in the room with Pony, cause unless I was recovering from a beating sleeping with Soda was pretty much out of the question. A while back they had even gotten a cheap twin bed, and placed in Pony's room so I'd have a place to crash. If I was totally honest with myself, the Curtis family was the only thing keeping me from turning in to a total hood like the rest of my family. Mom and Pop C treated me like the daughter they never had, and thinking of the way Mrs C and me had girl talk sometimes I think she accepted me that way. What Soda saw in a girl like me was still baffling, he said I was special, and I thought he was mental for it. As Tulsa's hottest male he could have any gal he wanted Soc or Greaser. Other than my amethyst colored eyes there really wasn't much to awe inspiring about Giselle Shepard. Slowing as I noticed the little Stang creeping behind us I frowned. Soc's this close to greaser territory weren't just out for a joy ride. Calmed by the feeling of my blade neatly tucked in to the waistband of my skirt I played it cool. The pink pear handled piece was my pride and joy, swiped for my by Tim when we were just ten. I never left home without it.

"Look fellas when I say run I want you to make for the house, and don't look back you dig?"

"We can't leave you here Giselle my family would skin us," Pony said his jaw setting stubbornly

"Look I'll be right behind you," I said even though we both knew it was a lie; I'd never run from a fight in my life.

"Look, I don't want this kind of life for you yet, you're thirteen you have a while yet before you get in to fights with these shit heads, sides, I'm a Shepard, this is in my blood."

"You're as much a Curtis as you are a Shepard," Johnny said making me love him even more than I all ready did as Pony nodded his head agreement.

"Run," I said making sure they were well on their way around the corner before I turned to face the two boys getting out of the car with my switch blade ready.

"Well what do we have hear boys?"

"Trouble," I said laughing as they paled realizing just whose sister I was. I'd made a name for myself too in this town, but mostly out of need for survival.

"Shit man, fucking with her could start a war," The smaller of the two said looking uneasy as he glanced at the car still running a few yards away.

"You aint worth it, whore," The other said spitting at my feet as he turned to follow his friend back down the path he'd come from.

Smirking I picked the bottle I'd been eyeing out of the trash heaving it hard enough to break the windshield of the car that's just gotten in before breaking in to a sprint as I let out a loud whoop.

"Damn it felt good to be a hood!" I thought smirking as I ran in to the Curtis house only a few minutes behind Pony and Johnny.

"Told you I'd be right behind you," I said grinning as I plopped myself on to Soda's lap.

"Hiya baby," I said laughing as he shook his head slowly , the worry and tension quickly disappearing. That's why we were go good together, he lived to have fun and be happy and I was just plain wild.

Shaking my head at the last good memory I had before my life shattered in to a million pieces I took a long drag off my cigarette.

Pulling up to the house I had once called home, I wondered once more if I was doing the right thing. Tim had called me asking me to come back, and I had packed up my things strapped Ace, and Poppy in to their carriers, and headed down from Oklahoma City. When he'd said Pony needed me, and told me what had went down with Dally, and Johnnycakes it was the only choice I had. Dally had been like another brother once as much as he hung around with Tim, and Johnny had always deserved so much more than the hand he'd been dealt in life. Flicking the rest of my cigarette out the window I exhaled the smoke gearing myself for what lied ahead.

"Well guys mommy's home, I hope everyone's ready to see Giselle Shepard again," I said putting the car in park before making my way to the back, and unbuckling Poppy, and Ace.

"Welcome to your new home guys," I whispered careful not to wake them as I made my way up the stairs. The house was Tim's now since Dad passed, and mom moved up North to live with her sister.

"Hey big sis," Curly said making me smile gratefully was he opened the door before I even knocked.

"We been looking out for you all morning," he said kissing my cheek before taking Ace.

"So this is my little nephew," he said beaming as he took in the golden skin, and wavy brown hair that I had greased up and put a tiny swirl in.

"Man his hair is tuff looking already." He said smiling.

I'd never seen my brother so gentle with any one. Not even Angela when she was born, it had been Tim who had been the caretaker up night changing diapers, and giving bottles when I wasn't around and our parents were bombed out of their minds.

" Check out the mop on Poppy's head," Angela said grinning as she relieved me off my other burden.

They were almost two years now, and starting to get pretty heavy.

" I can really see the Curtis traits in Poppy, she's going to be a heart breaker just like her Father," Tim said smiling as I threw myself in his arms, and let the tears I'd been holding back for two and a half long years fall.

" It'll be okay Gigi," he whispered gently stroking my hair.

Tim had always been really gentle with me, and it was no secret that he held a special place in his heart where I was concerned. Back when we had been growing up our parents hadn't been bad, we could still remember the good times together, and I knew what he was like before this life had hardened him. Of course the fact that we were twins also had a lot to do with the strange bond we had always shared.

"He'll hate me Timmy, but for Pony's sake I'll head over there and try to snap him out of it," I said sighing.

After all this time I still thought of that kid as my own little brother.

"You going to head over there now? Cause I can finish up here," He said gesturing towards the car filled to the brim with my things.

"Yea, I might as well get it over with," I said sniffing as I swiped at my eyes.

"By babies, be good for your Uncles and Auntie," I said kissing their downy heads before sticking my hands in my jeans and headed down the all to familiar streets.

Running a hand through my dark locks I wondered what they would see. The years had wrought a few changes, and I had filled out now, the ultra skinny tomboyish figure I'd held as a teen totally eradicated. I had my hair pulled in to a high ponytail now, and wore a pair of tight blue jeans, and a black halter. I had always looked like a hood, but my time away, taking care of Poppy and Ace had hardened me more. Pausing a few feet away from the house I decided to go for stealth and headed around to the back where I knew Pony's room sat. Lifting myself up on to the seal I tapped on the glass lightly smiling when Pony came to the window and his eyes widened with shock. Unlatching the window he helped me in, drinking me in like he thought I was a figment of his overactive imagination.

"Giselle?" He whispered shaking as I wrapped my arms around him.

"I'm here baby, I'm back for good," I said kissing the top of his forehead as I rocked him slowly.

Damn, but he looked awful. Johnny had been his best friend, almost like a brother, and he was taking his death hard. I'm sure seeing Dallas shot down wasn't an easy pill to swallow. The stubborn son of gun hadn't died though, he was still hanging on at the hospital, and five bullet wounds to the abdomen had him in critical condition after a month and a half. Tim said it had been touch and go there for a while, but at least now he was somewhat stabilized.

After his parents had died I'd been the only form of feminine guidance left for Pony until I split town. He'd always thought of me as an older sister because I'd been dating his brother for so long, but after that we'd grown even closer.

" Why didn't you come back Gigi?" he asked stepping back to study me.