*hapter 2! Finally...not that many people were waiting for it..! Anyway I only own Carly. Yeah Im done now. I'm gonna write the story.*
We pulled up to a small house with a chain link fence around it. I assumed that it was where Darry and Sodapop were since Tim suggested that we go see them. I followed Dally out of the car and he kept glancing over at me, probably wondering what I tried to tell him but didn't because Two-Bit was listening. "Hey Dar! Soda!" Two-Bit yelled as we walked in the house.
A couple minutes later a guy with light brown hair came bounding in the room holding his shoes. "Hiya buddy!" He threw one of his shoes at Steve and the other one at Two-Bit. Hmm..I thought, this guy is pretty cute.
"Hey, Soda. Where's Darry?" Ponyboy piped up.
"Work."
"Soda! Look what Dally brought? Well actually I found her but she knows Dallas." Two-Bit was starting to get on my nerves.
"You did not findme. You were sitting on the hood of my car." I smirked at Two-Bit and he acted like I broke his heart, for as he fell down with his hand on his forehead and a pouty look on his face.
"Hey." Soda looked at me, his head tilted to oneside. "I'm Sodapop Curtis." He stuck his hand out for me to shake and I did.
"Hi Sodapop, I'm Carly."
"Ok, now that the formal introductions are done me and Carly are going to go." Dally glared at everyone.
"But I don't want to go," I repeatedly insisted but Dally kept saying that we had too so I finally gave in.
"Bye guys." Me and Dally walked out the door with his arm around my waist.
"So," He said. "What the hell were you trying to tell me back there when stupid Two-Bit butted in?" He took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it.
I shrugged. "Well, I tryed to kill myself." He looked at me, amused, as if he didn't care.
"Go on. I knew that."
"The cops are after me." I took his cigarette away from him and threw it on the ground then I proceeded to step on it. He didn't looked shocked, he just got another cigarette and lit it.
"What'd you do now Carly?"
"Oh nothing, the usual, ya know, jumped people, stole stuff, drag raced got drunk, oh and i killed someone."
"What? Good for you."
"Yeah. I'm a real criminal now."
He smirked at me and laughed "Who'd you kill?"
"Oh no one really. Just a guy who tryed to rape me. I got sent to jail for that and then this guy at the jail helped me escape and when I got out I found out that my parents had been stabbed to death. So I took a train here to live with my grandmother. Hopefully the cops won't find me." I was breathing heavy now but Dally was as calm as ever. He was just walking beside me, a slight smirk on his face and a cigarette in his mouth.
"You didn't come to the right place if you don't want to be picked up by the cops. Us greasers get it worse then anyone." I shrugged. I knew the whole story behind the greaser Soc thing. Dally had mentioned it to me when I had talked to him on the phone before. He picked up a rock and threw it at the windshield of a corvette. I looked around and noticed that we had somehow traveled out of the East Side and into the West Side.
"Hey Greaser! What do you think you're doing?" Both me and Dally turned around, startled to hear a rough voice come from behind us. I groaned when I saw that it was a Soc, actually six Socs.
"Hey assholes. What do you guys want?" Dally smirked and threw his cigarette to the ground. He then grounded it under his foot. I just stood there looking at the Socs. They were looking me up and down. When Dally noticed this, he said, "Hey get your own girl, you know, pick up your own kind." One of the Socs laughed and staggered toward me.
It seemed to me that they were drunk, but it was only the middle of the day, why would they be drunk so early? And shouldn't they be in school? The Socs quickly surrounded us and I was hoping that Dally had a blade because we were out numbered. "Dally," I muttered, inching closer and closer to him. "Do you have a blade?" He glanced at me and shook his head no.
"I busted it this morning." Oh great.
When Dally turned around to start looking for a pop bottle or anything one Soc punched him right in the jaw and they started fighting. While they were doing that three of the Socs grabbed me. I started kicking and screaming, trying to get away, but it was no good. They were strong.
They took me down an alley and the next thing I knew they were trying to pull my skirt and my shirt off. "Dally! Two-Bit! Anyone!" I yelled for anyone's help as I realized they were going to rape me. "Where the hell are you Dallas Winston!?" I screamed as one Soc pulled my shirt off.
I figured Dally was still fighting a Soc but I wasn't sure. Maybe, if I was lucky, he would notice that I was gone and give up fighting the Soc to look for me. "Hey! Get off her!" I heard a voice as if from a mile away. I tried to see who it was but couldn't because a Soc was laying on me.
One by one the Socs left me laying there aching and smarting. "Hey honey, you ok?" I looked up at the person who was now standing above me. It was Sodapop and Steve was standing behind him. I had figured out that they had somehow got the Socs away from me.
Soda helped me up off the ground. "Thanks, they were gonna rape me." I looked over at Steve and back to Soda. Both of their mouths were hanging wide open and for the first time I noticed that my shirt was still off. I laughed in spite of myself. "Take a picture, it'll last way longer!" Then I grabbed my shirt and put it on.
"Uhh," Soda said scratching his chin. "What were you doing out here by yourself?"
"I was with Dallas and he threw a rock at some Socs car window. Then six of them surrounded us and Dally started fighting. While he was fighting three of 'em dragged me over here." I blinked gingerly. "What were you guys doin on the West Side anyway? Are you guys' Socs undercover or somethin?" I laughed.
"Nope. Ole' Stevie here was just lookin for some trouble." Soda pointed his thumb in Steve's direction.
"Oh. Did you guys see Dally?" I was worried about Dally, because he was fighting with no weapons against three Socs who could have god knows what kind of weapons. They could have blades, pipes, anything.
"No." Steve looked at me. "Did he have a blade or any kind of weapon?" I shook my head no.
Then we all took off at a dead run. Dally with no weapon against drunk Socs who could have blades was not a good combination
~End of chapter 2~
A/N~ Tell me what you think! Review please! Flames are acceptable but please tell me what I could do better if you flame me. Anyone have any ideas on what should happen next? Tell me if you do! Also should this be a Carly/Dally fic or a Carly/Soda fic or a Carly/Two-Bit fic!? Anyway I want atleast 3 reviews before I continue so if you wanna find out what happens next REVIEW!!
