I do not own the characters of The Outsiders. They rightfully belong to S.E. Hinton. Nor do I own this idea, I'm simply to creator of the words. The idea belongs to BrokenAskeus, who had asked for this story to be done. Reviews are appreciated. I love to know what you think.

"Ponyboy."

"Not now, Two-Bit."

"Ponyboy."

"Leave me alone, Two-Bit. I'm trying to study before this test."

"Ponybody Michael Curtis!"

"What?!" snapped out the younger teen as he raised his head up and narrowed his eyes at the older of the two, both of them sitting at the same table in the cafeteria on one of the rare days that Two-Bit actually decided to show up for school, with Johnny on the left side of his best friend.

"We're being watched, kid. Well, not me, but you. They've been watching you from the moment you walked in here. Did you piss somebody off lately?" asked the older Greaser as he gestured with his head subtlety in the direction of the table where three, expensively dressed Soc's were watching their every movement, as if they were being silently analyzed. Johnny went stiff at Ponyboy's side, his fingers digging down nervously into his jeans jacket.

"I haven't pissed anybody off. At all. God only knows why they're watching me, maybe we did something without noticing?" asked Ponybody as he capped his pen and tossed it down onto his textbook in the crease of the pages.

"Just brush it off for now, kid. Hey, is that test today or tomorrow?" asked the older teen as he polished off the rest of his meal.

"Tomorrow. Today is just a review day, I guess." replied the younger of the two as he shut his textbook with a muted 'thump'.

"Screw the review day. Come on, Johnnycakes, let's grab Pony here and get the hell out of here for the rest of the day. All you have left are, like, two classes, right?" asked Two-Bit as he rose from his seat and started to pile the others things up.

"I can't skip school for the rest of the day, Darry will kill me!" hissed out Ponybody, but reluctantly followed the two out of the cafeteria.

"Bet Darry skipped a day or two when he was in high school. It might just be better for us to get out of here anyway." explained Johnny as he continuously looked over his shoulder in an anxious manner as they made their way from the cafeteria.

"So dead." muttered Ponybody as the trio made their way down the hall.

(Time Lapse)

"Incoming, Sodapop. The kids and the mooch are here." explained Steve as he slid out from under the truck he was working on, his hands covered in a shining black oil as it continued to pour in a steady stream into the pan under it.

"Two-Bit, what trouble are you getting those two in now and just how pissed off is Darry going to be when he finds out?" asked Sodapop from where he was arranging magazines on a rack near the counter.

"Calm down, Soda. I needed to get these two out of there, especially our brother, some Socs were eyeing him up a good bit." explained the Greaser as he hopped up onto the counter and sat down, ignoring the glare he got from Steve. Soda set down the box of magazines as he approached his younger brother, his eyes racking over him to try and see if there were any visible injuries.

"Who was watching him and what for?" demanded the older Greaser as he round to look at Two-Bit, his eyes narrowed a fraction.

"Bob, Randy, Paul's little brother: Luke, and Tony. They didn't make any moves towards him but they sure were interested. Where's the phone, Soda? So I can give Muscles a call before he gets a call from the school." explained Two-Bit as he spun around on the counter and hopped down, following the other Greaser into what looked like a tiny Office, poking around a bit until the phone was pressed into his hand. Two-Bit wracked his brain for the number of the company that the oldest Greaser worked for, before dialing in the number and pressed the receiver to his ear.

TavernHill Roofing Company, you've reached Bobby Reagan, how can I be of assistance?

Is Darrel Curtis there? Can I speak to him?

Can I have your name?

Just tell him it's Two-Bit, he'll know who it is.

(Short Pause)

This had better be important, Two-Bit. I was working with a client.

Another entitled client with too much money than they know what to do with?

Right on the dot with that one. What do you need?

We have a bit of a problem.

Define 'problem', Keith.

No need to pull out full names, Darrel. Some Socs seemed to have taken an interest in Ponybody, one of them is Paul's little brother.

Is he hurt? Do I need to come and pick him up? Where are you calling from?

Slow your roll, Dar. Ponyboy is fine, he's not hurt or anything. They haven't made a move at him or anything. I took him and Johnny out of school for the rest of the day just to make sure to put some distance. We're at the DX with Steve and Soda right now.

Thank you, for letting me know, Two-Bit. Keep an eye on them until my shift is over, do not let him out of your sight. Let me know if anything else happens.

I will, Dar, I will. Get back to work before Bobby grills ya' for it. I'll keep an eye on him.