So, has anyone else had problems with this JCX kid? He doesn't seem to like me much. He reviewed two of my stories kind of rudely. Yeah, JCX, you're being a bit rude. Anyway, thank you who reviewed kindly.

Yes, I do realize this makes no sense right now. You people remind me of my best friend. He wants answers and explanations before they're supposed to come. Just go with it, and if you don't want to, don't.

Hopefully, this chapter will explain everything.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders.

It was pretty much a normal day so far.

Since it was the weekend, I didn't really have anything to do. I hung out with the rest of the gang at the DX. I didn't like it too much, though. Darn girls were flirting with Soda. Sandy stayed at the DX, too. I talked to her. Just about. . .normal stuff. Movies, people, heck, the girl even knew a thing or two about cars! That was because her brother worked at one of the gas statioins on this side of town. I learned a lot about Sandy that day. I guess I never really had a chance to talk to her.

I really wanted to bring it up, but I couldn't figure out how. How do you ask someone about her ex-friend who ended up raping her? I gave it my best shot. When the store was quiet, while Steve was fixing a car outside, and Soda was helping, I brought it up in a terrible way, natrually.

"So, you were friends with Bob Sheldon?" I asked her.

"Yes," she replied. She smiled and shook her head, but her smile disappeared as she continued talking. "We were friends since I can remember. I don't think he knew I was a greaser."

"He didn't? Did his parents?" I've wondered about his parents. Maybe they were the as-long-as-you're-happy type.

"You know, his parents never were on the whole 'greaser/Soc' thing. My mom and his mom were best friends. After a while, he found out that I was a greaser. Never wanted anything to do with me." She sighed and leaned her head against the wall.

"But . . ." My words drifted off as I thought about last night. "You said he liked you."

"I made up that thing about him liking me. He would never like me. You should've seen him that night. The night that. . ."

"Yeah," I sighed, "I get it."

She smiled, relieved, and continued, her eyes growing wider with the memory. "He was crazed. His eyes were bloodshot. His walk sent chills up my spine. He approached me so drunkenly, and I was afraid. Just the look in his eyes. It was enough to set me on edge." I understood. I saw what she did, and it scared me, too. Even if I didn't want to admit it to some.

"I felt the same way when he got hold of Johnny and me." I sighed. Remembering the night was a nightmare in itself.

"Yeah, I saw it in the paper. I swear I broke down and cried when I saw it."

"I wonder how it's been on Soda," I thought aloud without really meaning to. "I mean, we were both gone, and now this . . ." My words drifted off as the thoughts settled into my mind. Soda came in a few minutes later, covered in a jet, shiny black from head to toe. He was angry, I could see it in his eyes. He put on a different shirt and went back outside, muttering things that would put his life at stake if Darry heard him. I could hear him and Steve arguing. It ruined my precious peace, which made me upset as well.

Yep, now this. Great.

Go short chapters. I simpily wrote this chapter to explain to you preps how the story goes. Review if you want. Any types of reviews are appreciated. Thanks for reading.