Chapter two. Thanks for the reviews guys, but unless I can get at least three reviews, I don't think I'll continue this story. It's not a threat, I just need to know if you guys like it or not, so please, please review!

Soda's POV

Darry had failed to pick me up again so I was stuck walking home. Honestly, I loved Darry, but he needs to stop forgetting to pick me up. I finally got home, but Darry's truck wasn't out front. Huh, that was weird. I shrugged it off and went inside. As soon as I stepped through the door I knew something wasn't right. It's just this feeling in my gut that I get when something's wrong.

"Pony?" I called.

There was no answer. I started to panic for a minute. I ran into mine and pony's bedroom and sighed in relief. Pony was sleeping on the bed. I sat down on the edge of the bed and patted his shoulder. He moaned and rolled over, blinking his eyes open.

"Hey Soda," he said.

"Hey pal, a little early to be sleeping aint it?" I asked.

That's when I noticed his face. It was all bruised and a long cut stretched from his left ear to his jaw.

"Pony, what happened to you?" I demanded, grabbing his shoulder and jerking him up.

He yelped and I let go. Pony fell back onto the pillows, panting hard. I stared at him. How could I have hurt him? I barely even touched him. Was he hurt anywhere else? I let out a slow breath and brushed Pony's hair outta his face.

"Pony, what happened?" I asked softly.

"Johnny and I got jumped after school," he mumbled.

Rage boiled in my blood and I clenched my hands into fists.

"You what?" I shouted.

"We got jumped," he repeated.

I got off the bed and stormed outta the room. No stinking soc was gonna jumped my brother! Pony chased after me.

"Soda wait, don't make no more trouble," he begged.

I spun around and faced him, fury in my eyes. I was clenching and unclenching my fists and I was doing my best to control my temper.

"No more trouble? Pony, look what they did to your face! You're lucky you didn't get seriously injured!" I exclaimed.

Pony got this look on his face and I immediately knew that he was hiding something. Pony was a lousy liar and lousy at hiding things. I placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Ponyboy, now you tell me the truth, did they hurt ya anywhere else?" I asked as calmly as I could.

Pony looked away and shook his head. He was lying, I knew he was. I was getting even angry by the minute. I took hold of Pony's other shoulder and shook him a little.

"Pony, tell me the truth!"

He looked back at me and I saw tears streaming down his cheeks. I immediately regretted what I had done. I sighed and pushed his hair back.

"I'm sorry Pony," I said, "I just don't want to see ya get hurt."

"I'm fine Soda," he sniffled.

I let go of his shoulder and he turned and walked back to our room. I could hear him crying and it broke my heart. I just hated to see him get hurt.

I heard the door open and I spun around to see Darry walk in. He fell onto the couch and ran a hand over his face.

"Long day?" I asked.

He nodded and then frowned. I saw what he was looking at. Blood stained the couch in splotches. He stood up and gave me a harsh look.

"Sodapop what happened?" he demanded.

"Pony and Johnny got jumped after school, I guess Johnny must have gotten in pretty good cause Pony's face is just a little cut up," I told him.

I didn't mention that fact that Pony was hiding something from me. I knew that Darry was just too tired to deal with that right now.

"Where is he?" Darry asked.

I nodded towards the bedroom. Darry walked that way and I followed him. Pony was on the bed again, burring him face in a pillow. Darry sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed Pony's back.

"Hey Pone, you alright?" he asked.

Pony lifted his head from the pillow and nodded.

"I'm fine Darry," he answered.

"Let me see your face," Darry ordered.

Ponyboy sat up and let Darry check over his cuts and bruises. He told us that Johnny had already cleaned em so we didn't have to worry.

"Hey Pony, was Johnny hurt bad?" I asked.

Pony shook his head. "No."

"Then where did those bloodstains on the couch come from?" Darry demanded, crossing his arms over his chest.

Pony's mouth hung open in a wordless stammer before he got his voice back.

"Well uh…my face was bleeding pretty bad before ah….before Johnny help me stop the bleeding," he stuttered.

I didn't believe him and I knew Darry didn't either. The kid was hiding something. Darry opened his mouth to speak when we heard the door slam shut. We all got up and went into the family room to find Two-Bit, Steve, Dally, and Johnny in the room.

"Did you hear about what happened to the kids?" Dally demanded.

"Yeah, we heard," Darry answered.

"Well I say we go find them socs and beat the heck outta them," Two-Bit howled.

"I say we rumble," Dally said.

Us Greasers were always getting jumped, but we had never rumbled over it. Why was Dally so mad? I knew that Johnny was his pet and all, but we didn't even rumble when Johnny had gotten beat up that one time. Maybe Dally just wanted to fight.

"Yeah, let's rumble!" Steve joined in.

"Just shut up!" Darry yelled, "We aint gonna rumble, now just cool off."

It took a few minutes, but soon we were all sitting in front of the TV watching Mickey Mouse and eating cake.

Sorry it wasn't that good, but I'm working on the book that I'm gonna publish and my brains just shot. Please review and I'll see if I'm gonna continue this story.