"Well

"Well.. Ponyboy..," The soc, that I beat up earlier that day, says my name with disgust and continues, "I don't like being beaten in front of my friends. Now, it's your turn to get beat up."

I sigh as I put my hands in my pockets trying to look cool. I notice 2 other cars park behind the blue mustang. I see 4 guys get out of the first car and 4 get out of the other. I take a deep breath as I see all of them come at me with anger in their eyes. I fight with my best against the 12 soc's. I beat up a good of 'em but there is still at least 7 coming to me and beating me up. I feel getting kicked in the ribs and I yell out in pain.

"Shut up Greaser!" They yell at me at once. I wish Sam would hurry up.

I can't take this much longer.

Somehow, I got the strength to beat 5 up and the other 2 ran to their cars. I breathe deeply as I want to pass out. I want to sleep, but I don't. I pick up Sam's books, then my own and start heading toward the DX. My ribs hurt like heck and my head feels even worse. I make it to the door of the DX where I see Sam crying and talking to Soda and Steve at the counter. I feel the books slip from my hands as I collapse on the ground. I can hear voices in the background but they seem so far away. I want to open my eyes, but I can't. I try again but they won't budge. I hear Soda say, "CALL 911! Pony stay with us please… Pony.."

I feel the darkness overcome me. I can't help it. I can't stop it. All I can do is watch as my eyes are filled with darkness.

AN: I know this one's short too. But I wanted a cliffy again.