Chapter 3: Two-Bit's Five-Finger Discount and Walking Alone
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Pup's POV
"Hey greaser," someone sneered at me. I turned around and caught sight of a green T-Bird full of Socs. Panicking, I tried to run, but to no avail. The car caught up to me quickly and the Socs surrounded me.
"You think you can just walk around like you own the place, trash?" He asked. "Why don't we teach him a lesson, huh Chris?"
I didn't know what to say, I didn't think anything would make this better, so I kept my mouth shut. Darry'd be real proud of me, I almost never keep my mouth shut. I wanted to scream for help, but my mouth felt dry and I couldn't make my vocal chords cooperate.
The Soc circling behind me kicked me hard in the back, sending me stumbling forward. The Soc, Chris, began slugging me in the stomach. I finally found my voice and began screaming frantically.
"Darry! Soda! Tiger! Help," I screamed. Punches kept coming and eventually they shoved me to the ground and tried to 'shut me up.'
"Pup!" I heard someone yell. Behind me Soda and Two-Bit were running toward me. The Socs scattered, seeing the two older greasers and Soda hauled me to my feet.
"Are you alright," he asked frantically.
"Y-Yeah, Soda, I'm f-fine," I lied, my voice quivering slightly and tears stupidly beginning to roll down my cheeks. To be perfectly honest, I was shaking like a leaf. If Soda and Two-Bit hadn't shown up, I don't think I would have been so lucky to have just walked away with just a busted lip and some bruises along my stomach.
"Bast sets think they can jump little kids like this, they've got another thing coming," Soda grumbled. "If they don't start stayin' on their side of town were gonna have to call a rumble."
"I'm gonna stop by over at the conscience store and grab a coke, wanna come, Puppy?" Two-Bit asked me cheerfully, ignoring Sodapop's ranting.
"Yeah. Teach my how to swipe stuff, Two," I begged. Sodapop just laughed in response.
"Don't get in too much trouble, and don't let Darry know," he recommended, taking off back towards the house.
"You really wanna learn how to steal like a pro, Pup?" Two-Bit asked. I nodded eagerly.
"First rule is you need a poker face. If you act suspicious, they'll know that your tryin' the ol' five finger discount." And that began Two-Bit's lesson in the art of stealing.
"And the last rule: Don't. Tell. Darry."
A/N: Swiper no swiping! *laughs hysterically*
Sorry for the short chapter. I just realized that I've been calling Pup 'Pete' instead of 'Peter'. From now on its Peter or Pup :)
Aufenthalt Gold,
~Alee
