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Ponyboy walked out of the school and met his brothers at home. Pony watched around him to make sure that he wouldn't get jumped. Socs and Greasers poured out of the school and all headed home for the weekend.
Pony was holding his bag on his shoulder and some books in his hand. He was planning some activities to do over the weekend. Darry told his brothers that they would do some fun things that week. He threw suggestions in and out of his head.
He looked over and saw Socs. Some of them looked back over at him. He tried not to get any eye contact. Pony turned back to his walk home and his thoughts. "Hey Grease," someone shouted. He turned to see the Socs that he had noticed. "Come here." But it wasn't any Soc, it was Paul; Darry's x- best friend.
Ponyboy walked over to them, but stood a few inches away from them just to be safe.
"Let me see that book." Paul had pointed to Pony's books. He had his copy of Gone With The Wind. Pony had read it before and after Johnny's death, which was almost a year ago. He thought that he would read it again.
Ponyboy took the book out and handed it to the Soc. Paul skimmed the book. "This book looks like shit." "It's not." Pony said quietly. Paul dropped the book and kicked it across the pavement. Pony watched the book fly across the ground and back up at the Soc standing in front of him. "Why don't you read it before you kick it?" he asked with some tension in his voice.
"Why don't you get lost before I kick you?" Paul huffed. Ponyboy looked at the Social in front of him, and then walked over to the book. When he picked it up, its paper back cover was scratched up. The pages were still in the same condition, but Pony thought that the cover wouldn't last long.
Pony continued to walk, trying his best to forget about the cover of the book and get back to his ideas for the weekend. He played with the cover of the book. He played around with a few of the scratches on the book. Pony tried not to rip it worse than how it already was.
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Pony was finally home. He walked through the front door and walked from the family room to his room. He walked into his room and placed his books on his desk and his bag next to the desk. Pone picked up Gone With The Wind and sat at his desk. He looked over the scratches and tears. He was probably going to tell his brothers what happened to the book.
"Hey Ponyboy, you home yet?" a voice traveled though the house. "Yeah." He shouted. Sodapop and Darry had just gotten home from work. Soda walked into his and Pony's bedroom. "What's that?" he asked him. "Gone With The Wind. Its condition isn't the best now." Pony sighed. "What do you mean?" Soda asked, tossing his DX hat onto the bed.
He tossed the book over to his brother. "It's torn up."
Soda picked the book up from the bed. He examined the cover. "Geez, this thing was murdered." "Tell me about it. Some Soc took it from me and threw it across the pavement at school." Pony said. He rested his head on his hand. "Hey Dar," Soda shouted for Darry. "Come look at this."
Darry walked into the boys room. "What is it?" Soda handed the book to Darry. "A Soc did this to Pony's book." Darry saw the damage done to the book. "What did the Soc look like?" Darry asked Ponyboy. Pony stood up and walked over to his brothers. "I think it was your 'friend' that you fought at the rumble the night Johnny died." "Paul?" Darry looked up.
Pony shrugged his shoulders. "It looked like him. I think the only reason he stopped me was because you're my brother." "That kid needs to learn to leave you guys alone." Darry said. Paul had been bothering Pony and Soda for a few weeks. He knew that they were related to Darry, so he bothered them for that reason. Not too long ago, Paul had messed with Sodapop's stuff at DX. He tossed a few things around and replaced other items. Soda had gotten so mixed up that day. Also, Paul threw Ponyboy's school supplies down the hall and they played catch with his book bag in the hallway. Paul was getting on Darry's last nerve.
He gave the book back to Ponyboy. He walked out of the bedroom and to the telephone. Darry dialed Paul's number. Paul had no idea that the Curtis brothers still had contact to him. Darry was over the top aggravated with Paul. He heard a few rings, but it was only then that Paul picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Paul, this is Darrel. Darrel Curtis."
"What do you want?" Paul groaned.
"I want you to leave my brothers alone. Sodapop enjoys working at DX, so don't make him lose his job. And that book you tore up in front of Ponyboy was just wrong." Darry told him.
"Darrel, their dumb Greasers. They should've known better than to fool with a Soc."
"Dumb Greaser? Who the hell do you think you're talking to?" Darry growled.
"Now he's done it." Soda whispered to Ponyboy.
"Darrel, we all know that you're way too smart to be on that side. Just come over to our-''
Before Paul was able to finish his sentence, Darry had hung up on him.
"What'd he say?" Pony asked. "Shit. He said shit." Darry said. "Hey, Dar, cool down. Just relax for a minute." Soda walked over to Darry. Darry sighed. "Sorry." Soda gave Dar a light smile. "It's alright."
Ponyboy sat on the couch. He looked at the book, and let out an annoyed sigh.
"Look Pone, we could get you a new one." Soda said. "This is the copy that Johnny had gotten me after the other one burned. This one is sort of special to me." Pony said. Darry stood up and stretched his arms. "After tomorrow, Paul won't bother you no more." "Thanks Dar." Soda said, patting Darry's back.