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Johnny's POV
I was smoking in the lot one day when Ponyboy ran towards me.
"Johnny! Guess what?" he said. He panted. He must have been running hard.
"What is it, Pone?" I asked as I puffed my cigarette.
"My cousin's coming all the way from Tennesee!"
"Who is he?"
"You mean she. Her name is Angeline, but never call her that. Call her Angel."
"How old is she."
"Fifteen. I better go. Bye." He ran off to his house.
I thought about greaser girls. They were two timin' sneaky little broads as Dally would say. Most likely Angel would be the same way. She would probably hook up with Steve or Dallas and get into trouble. That's just what we need in this town. Another slut. Great. Just great. I hope she ain't as bad as Sylvia. God, that would be bad. We wouldn't need her then.
But boy was I wrong.
