If you haven't guessed already, this chapter is about Sodapop and Cherry, and how she is annoyed to the limits by Dally.

(Dally's point of view)

By now, everyone had heard of what happened last night with me and the soc girl. Two-Bit and I thought it was pretty damn funny but apparently Pony didn't.

"Why did you say all that stuff?" He asked me the next morning. He tried to be serious, but with this new blonde hair thing going on, it wasn't quite working out for him.

I shrugged, "I dunno, it was fun though."

"Oh…" He said hesitantly.

I raised an eyebrow and said in a cool voice, "What? You like her or somethin'?"

Pony swallowed and squeaked out a "No...no way. I-I'm fourteen I'm not really into girls yet."

"Well, you better not be bringin' home any boys!" I warned jokingly.

He laughed, "I won't."

"Well good for you, but I can tell you somethin': I ain't stoppin'," I said with a grin.

That seemed to satisfy Pony as an answer, so he turned around to start making breakfast. At that point, half of the gang was in the kitchen. Then, to complete the "family," Sodapop walked in. I turned around in time to see him catch sight of me, gasp, turn on his heel and walk away.

"Oh come on Soda!" I shouted.

He didn't answer, but started walking faster, "Soda! God, man!" He was still afraid of me from what happened in the hospital.

I caught his arm and he stopped in the middle of the hallway, "Soda, don't be mad at me...I was just…I didn't know."

I actually was really sorry for what I did, but I didn't want to admit it, "Look, kid, I,"

"Yeah, I get it! You thought Johnny was dead."

"Yeah," I said turning my head away, "But…I'm sorry. Sorry for almost beatin' the tar out of you like that. Maybe, maybe the next time do I that I'll let you say a few words, you dig?"

"I dig." He said with a grin.

"Well, I got some important business to attend to, so...I'm leavin'."

I passed Two-Bit on the way out and he smirked, "Woah, the hood has a heart..."

I smiled back and punched him, not hard enough to hurt him or anything.

With a sly smile I made my way to the Soc side of Tulsa. I knew my way around this part of town pretty well since I used to be friends with Paul Newman back in the day. I also liked to jump Socs, so that probably contributed. I looked around and found exactly what I was looking for: a big white house adorned with vines and a rose garden. A white fence surrounded the house and the grass was emerald green. On the left side of the house was a pond about six feet in diameter. I jogged over to the side of the house and hopped the fence. I looked around the yard and found a rose fence below a window. I knew the window was to Cherry's room because I overheard her telling Pony about her house. I stealthily started to climb up and hopped through the open window. Everything always works out for me. The room had a light pink wall and a king bed with peach sheets. The window curtains were peach-colored with little baby pink flower buds. I ran my finger across the silk curtains. I had never felt silk before. It felt nice. I made my way over to the other side of the room where there was a pink loveseat – Ew, I hated that word, it sounds so…mushy. Why can't people just say "small couch?"

At that point Cherry started walking down the hall to her room while talking to her mother, "…Yes, I think so…But I'm not quite—" When she turned her head to her room she saw me and dropped the book in her hand and if fell on her foot, "Ow, oh, my God—What?"

"Are you okay, Dear?" Asked her mother from downstairs.

"Yeah…I'm fine, just stubbed my toe that's it!" She answered and then turned to face me, "Wha—"

"Came here to see you." I said with a cool smile.

"Wh-How? How'd you find me? And why?"

"Let's just say I know my way around town…and I have no idea why." I lied.

Her lip twitched into a smile for half a second, and then she was scowling again, "Well, get out!"

I raised my eyebrow, "What? The prince can't come to see the princess."

"I don't think you qualify as a prince."

I chuckled, "Then what am I?" I said, prepared for an insult.

"You're an arrogant, dirty, lying, mean, awful hoodlum." Cherry hissed.

I waved my hands just below my chin and rolled my eyes sarcastically, "Oh, like I haven't been called that before. Can't you think of anything more creative?"

"Oh, I can. I'm just not going to say it. I actually have some class."

I rolled my eyes and decided to continue my plan tomorrow, "Well, I'm gonna go. G'night, princess."

"Bye." She said flatly.

I jumped down from the window and onto the soft grass. I ran until I got around the block, then I started to walk. On my way back, I started to think of, well, me. Why was I such a jerk? Was I? Yeah. And I loved it. I guess I'm such an asshole because it's fun. I thought to myself. I looked down and saw the perfectly paved sidewalk and compared it to the old road with cracks in the middle of it, and grass in the middle of the cracks. I kicked the sidewalk with the front of my shoe, and then decided to look up. The sky was turning dark and was filled with stars, one thing that had always been the same between the two worlds squeezed together inside Tulsa.

Just then, footsteps behind me brought me back to reality. I started to walk faster and straighter, looking confident.

"Hey, Greaser!" Someone shouted from behind me.

"Grease, turn around."

"Don't you go walkin' away!"

There were three of them, three drunken Socs. My hand twitched towards my pocket and only for me to realize I had left my knife with Johnny when I visited him.

"Damn," I muttered.

The footsteps got faster, and so did mine, "What'd you say, Grease?"

I spun around and caught the nearest one by the arm and flung him away. One was hesitant, but the other lunged at me, and I quickly hit him across the face. He staggered back to his friend and I started to run. Embarasing, but I didn't have a wepon.