Hey sorry it took so long, but here it is the sequel to "Summer Break Murders"! Hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Outsiders- S. E. Hinton does- I only own any characters I make up!

Pony's POV

It's amazing how you can go from one place to another. Just yesterday I was in the hospital saying good bye to my brother Soda, and today I'm sitting in a room at the detention center.

The walls were white with two small windows that just let in enough light. The bed was under the window and it too had white sheets. The small, wooden dresser was able to hold four pairs of pants and five of my old t-shirts.

When we first arrived we were given a tour of the center. It was a nice place, but it wasn't exactly homey. Johnny and I were nervous, we didn't belong in a detention center, but none of the other kids here saw it that way. They saw us as more juvenile delinquents who would be in here for a while, and as soon as we were let out, we'd be right back.

We would have breakfast at eight, lunch at noon, and dinner at five. In between we would attend classes, workshops, and outdoor activities. They also had "team" sports, and Johnny and I had to sign up for one of them. Apparently, it was to boost our self-esteems so we don't break the law every two seconds. We didn't want to cause trouble with the big wigs here, so we didn't argue with the fact that we didn't do anything to be here.

It was my first lunch at the center and I have to admit, the food wasn't that bad. Even though Johnny and I only ate one sandwich each. It was packed inside, so we went out to the disintegrating picnic tables outside.

"I really don't want to do the team sport thing Pony. I can't believe I signed up for football, I'm gunna get killed out there," Johnny said, taking a bite out of his bologna sandwich.

"Aw, come on Johnny, you're not that bad. Your and asset to the team, you're fast and small, so it'll be harder to catch you."

"Hmm, that's a plus," he registered what looked like a smirk, the first sign of happiness I saw from him since the incident.

"Hey, mind if I sit with you guys?" a small, boy with blonde hair was standing behind Johnny. He had a nervous look on his face. I noted the fact that there were three other tables open.

"Sure, the names Ponyboy, what's yours?" I held my hand out for him to shake.

"Eddie, Eddie Mandle, um thanks…for letting me sit with you guys."

"No problem, oh this is my friend, Johnny,"

"Hey," he looked up at Eddie, and then quickly went back to eating his sandwich.

"So, how…how long you guys here for?" Eddie asked taking a sip of his drink. I had no idea; we would get out when the state said so.

"Not sure," Eddie just looked at him for a second, and then he gasped.

"You're the guys who caught that murderer, man you guys are the talk of this place. Everyone wants to know...how'd you do it?" he looked from me to Johnny. Johnny shifted in his seat, and I looked down at my empty plate.

"We better get goin'," I said standing up.

Eddie put his sandwich down and stood up too, "Hey, I'm sorry man…I…I don't want to know. It's just, you know…I mean, oh please don't be mad, I," he sat back down and put his elbows on the table and placed his head in his hands.

Johnny looked at him, then at me, "Hey, man it's alright, come on we know you didn't mean any harm by it."

Eddie looked up and grinned, "You sure, sorry man, look I'll never mention it again, scouts honor," he stood up with an innocent look on his face.

"Hey, you going to sports now? Cause if you are we'll walk with you."

"Yea, yea, I signed up for football, never really good at it, but I thought I'd give it a try. What did you two sign up for?"

"Same, we played like backyard football, nothing special or anything," I threw my trash away and all three of us walked to the field.

Johnny's POV:

I was terrified.

Not only was I the smallest next to Eddie, but the other kids saw this as a game of rough and tough football instead of esteem building.

Are "coach" was a tall, muscular man, who reminded me of Darry. Just his looks and nothing else, his attitude was enough to make any boy shake in his shoes. He was one of those big tough guys who had a few favorites, and looked at everyone else as small pieces of meat for him to chew on. His name was Tyson, but his favorites called him, "Tyce".

"Alright, listen up, fellas; today we have two new teammates to introduce to you. Why don't you boys give a big hello to Ponyboy Curtis and Johnny Cade." Tyson pointed to me and Pony who were standing away from everyone else.

A few snickers came out of some of the boys when Pony's name was said. We gave a small grin and continued to listen to the whispers of those who heard about our story.

"Okay, quite down, now let's get started. Today we're going to split up into four teams, and in those four teams you're going to learn to trust your team and they are going to trust you, so let's get started."

He rambled off the teams, and my stomach dropped when I found out that Pony wasn't on my team, neither was Eddie. I was always with Pony when we played back home with the guys. The guys, I missed them. I could feel my stomach knot up when I thought about them, so I pushed it out of my mind.

Our two hours were almost up and so far our team was doing good, but we were tied now. My team against Pony's, it was awkward seeing Pony on the other side, but I was proud of myself whenever I took him down. Pony just laughed at me and shoved me back to my side.

Tyson had gone to talk with some other teachers so there was no one monitoring the game. This made me nervous, some of the kids here looked really mean, and it made me wonder what they did to get in here.

"Hey, kid, yo Cade, pay attention will ya!"

"Sorry," I had started daydreaming, but pulled myself back together so I wouldn't get on anyone's bad side.

The play was simple, and I understood it, but the part I hated was the scoring part. It was my job because I was the fastest, but I was beat and not sure if I could pull it off.

The ball was flying towards me and I was running backward to catch it. My hands were stretched out, I wasn't afraid of any tackles because I had four people surrounding me. It was inches from my hand, then that's when it happened. That gut wrenching feeling when I fell backward and the pain that followed was only half of it. The sound of my team yelling and moaning because I missed the easiest play of all was enough to make me feel lower than the ground I was laying on. I kept my eyes closed; my tail bone was hurting like hell.

"Hey, Johnny, you okay," Pony held out his hand and I took it. I stood up wincing, but I tried not to show weakness around the others.

"Yeah, I think I…"

"What is your problem? You didn't have to toss them the game you know. I gave you the easiest play and you blow it, nice going," my one team member came over and was yelling at me.

"Sorry, I tripped over something…"

"You tripped, there's nothing to trip on. You're just a poor excuse for a football player," at that he walked off. He was right though; there was nothing on the ground that I could've tripped on.

"Don't mind him, Johnny, you played well. I bet you would've won, but oh well," Pony just smiled and started walking towards the door.

"Hey, kid, you better watch your step around here. Never know when you might "trip"," I turned around and the one kid who was on my team was watching me, Pony, and Eddie. He was smirking and staring us up and down. He and his friends started laughing at our dumfounded expressions.

That night I could hardly sleep. My back was killing me, but I didn't tell anyone. I visited the infirmary, but all the nurse gave me was Aspirin, which was starting to wear off. I think it was more than a sore back, just like I think it was more than just tripping over my feet. I specifically remember tripping over something, like someone's foot. Great, now we were going to have one more problem to deal with.

I don't think Pony and I could take much more. We were stressed over whether Soda was going to be able to take us in or not. I sat up to stretch out my back and winced at the pain. That's when I heard a knock at the door.

Who the hell is knocking at my door this late?

I stood up and unlocked the door, when I opened it I was surprised at who I saw on the other side of the door way.

Yep, a little cliffy! Well I hope you like it. Should I continue? I think I really like this one, it's going better than my others.

Thanks for all the reviews for Summer Break Murders, hope the sequels just as good!

Oh and sorry about the football thing, I'm not that well educated with it so if it sounded stupid, sorry!

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