READ THIS! I don't want anyone to yell at me saying that Bob is OOC. I am showing the other side of Bob. Like the side Cherry talked about. He's sober now, he was mean in the book to Pony because he was a greaser and Bob was drunk. Read on. Just wanted to put that out there.
-Jasmine
I was sitting on the porch. Well, I wasn't really siting. I couldn't stand still. I saw a fancy car pull around the corner and I quickly got in just in case my dad or uncles would care. I think they're above that but I don't want to risk anything. When I got in the driver held out his hand.
"Bob." He told me. I smiled at him and shook his hand.
"Rae." He me a funny look.
"You don't look like you belong here." He told me. I looked down I was wearing the light purple purple dress that Mrs. Brown gave me and a white belt. I gave him a confused look and he explained further.
"You dress pretty nice and you seemed to be polite, you don't act like a greaser at all." He told me. I wasn't sure what to say and Luke seemed to notice.
"Rae, don't mind my brother." He told me I smiled and Bob playfully hit Luke on the back of the head. The ride was shot and Bob meet up with some girl there. She seemed really nice. Her name was Cherry and she was Megan's big sister. It was fun and Megan even told me I could sleep over for the weekend. I can't wait to tell Dad, I'm sure he'll happy for me.
When I got home everyone was sitting on the porch. They were talking and laughing and joking. When the car pulled up everything and everyone stopped. I wasn't sure what happened so I thank everyone and got out. I turned around and bumped into a wall. I looked up and saw that it was Dad. We looked down at me, the anger in his eyes scared me.
"Go inside." He told me, not looking away from Bob.
"What?" I asked him. He snapped his head down and looked at me.
"Go inside." He told me again.
"No." I told him, "What's going on?" I asked him.
"Go!" He yelled. I stumbled back into the house though I never made it inside. The second I reached the porch Soda pulled me close to him and held me there with a protective arm.
"What's going on?" I asked again. No one answered me. Dad said something to Bob and Bob yelled something back. What ever he said bothered Dad and he grabbed Bob's collar and next moment the car was speeding away. Then everyone turned on me and the questions flowed from everyone's mouth. I just stood there. Shocked and with no clue what was happening. Finally the questioning stopped enough for me to be able to get a word or two in.
"Stop it!" I yelled, "All of you! What is the problem?" I asked. A couple of people opened their mouths to answer but Dallas stepped forward.
"What are you doing hanging out with Socs?" He asked. I groaned.
"Really?" I asked, "You know, I thought you might be able to be above this you immature... pricks!" I told them and threw Soda's arm off and and started to go inside. Yet again I was pulled back. I turned to glare at my father.
"Don't you turn your back on me." Dad told me, "I thought you said you were going out with your friends!" He yelled. I felt the fire on my anger take over me and found myself yelling back.
"They are my friends!" I told him. He laughed, though not a a humorous way.
"You are my daughter! You can't be friends with Socs!" He yelled. I felt my hand fly up and clutch my heart, as if his words were braking my soul.
"Just because I'm your daughter doesn't mean I have to act like you! I can be friends with who ever I want!" I told him.
"Not as my daughter! You can't be friends with them!" He yelled, "I... FORBID you!" I felt all my rage leave. It was replaced with true shock.
"You forbid me?" I asked him. He glared at me for a while and I glared back. He opened his mouth to say more but I cut him off.
"Good to know." I spat at him and stormed off to my room. When I got there I fell onto the bed. I started to cry. What was going on? I could hear people thundering up the stairs after me. I became painfully aware of how loud my shaky sobs were.
"Good job, Dar, you made her cry!" I heard Soda yell.
"Hey!" Dad defended himself, "It's not my fault." He told him. This time Pony told him off.
"Darry." He told him in a voice so calm it made you wish he was yelling at you, "Yes it is. She's young she doesn't know what to think you need to-"
"Lay off!" Darry yelled, "I'd like to see you try!" He told him.
"Fine!" Pony yelled back, "I will." He told him and next thing I knew there was a knock on my door.
"Rae?" I heard the calm voice of Pony call, "Can I talk to you?" I tried to stop crying and managed to call out,
"Why?" I heard him sigh.
"Just to talk." He said. After a moment I managed to stand and unlock the door. He walked in a closed it behind him.
"What?" I asked him. He shook his head and whipped a tear I had missed from my face.
"You know Darry didn't mean what he said." He told me. I hung my head.
"I'm not sure I can say that." I told him. He sighed and put an arm around me.
"I'm not asking you to go out and talk to him." He told me, "I just am asking you to realize Darry is telling you these things because he wants to keep you safe. Socs go out and get drunk then they got out and find Greasers like up and jump us for fun because they can." He told me.
"My friends won't do that." I told him. He smiled at me.
"I know that. But who's to know if one day you'll be out in their neighborhood and someone might hurt you." He told me. I sighed.
"I'll stay safe." I told him. He smiled.
"That is all we ask. Darry just isn't the best a speaking." He told me. I laughed a bit.
"Hey Pony?" I asked.
"Yea?"
"This weekend, would it be alright if I spent the weekend with the Valence family?" Shock played across his face.
"Valence?" He asked, "Like, Cherry Valence?" I nodded.
"Their a nice family." He told me, "I trust you'll be safe there." He told me. I smiled.
"Thank you." I told him, giving him a big hug, "Now go out there and brag to everyone else that you were able to talk to me." I told him with a laugh. He rubbed the back of his neck.
"You heard that?" He asked. I laughed again.
"The whole neighborhood heard that." I told him.
Okay. I was disappointed in the amount of reviews I got... But I guess I would complain...! Please review! Thanks for reading.
-Jasmine
