Chapter 19 (thanks for being so great. Please tell me in your next review
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I've never seen more disappointment in Sodapop's eyes, ever. It was like I had kicked him in the gut or something. He'd given me a good way to get out of this whole mess, and I hadn't taken it. I couldn't stand to look at him.
"Well, he says he got it, now where IS it?" Blake's really starting to scare me; he keeps putting his hand in his pocket, carefully feeling of the gun. "Or did you spend it, like Kayla said?"
I don't know what to say, but I got myself in this mess and now I'll have to get my brothers' out, at least. "Um, about that money, she gave it to me, but it got stolen. I had it in my right back jean pocket, but now it's gone." I say as calm as I can manage.
Darry looks at me like I've totally lost my mind, or like he'd like to shoot me instead of letting these guys do it. I guess he didn't like my excuse very much, but I thought it was mighty creative, myself.
Blake's look isn't much different from Darry's. "Do I have stupid tattooed on my forehead or something?" and he pulls out the gun he's been messin' with, pointing it right at me. "I've wasted enough time listening to your bull-crap. So here's what we're going to do. You're either going to give me the money, or you're going to do me a little favor." Blake's eyes nearly glow.
"Or secret answer "C," we can kill you." one of the other dealer's pipes.
It's silent for a minute, than Steve asks the question on all our minds. "What's the favor?" I'll only tell Ponyboy, and only if he agrees that's the way he's going to go with this. Otherwise, I don't want you all to go around telling the cops my ideas."
Uh-Oh, the cops, this can't be good. I'm thinking.
"Can't I do the favor instead of Pony?" Soda asks quickly. He's tryin' real hard to get me out of this, and I'm wonderin' if I'd ever do that for him. I'm guessing, though, that I probably would.
"Two of you can go, one of whom has to be the horse, over there." Blake laughs at his own joke, but everyone else just stares at him. "I take it that you're choosing the favor?"
Two-bit's just been standing there silent for awhile now, and I've been wondering when he was gonna speak up. But now that he does, I wish he'd just kept to himself. "Yeah, Blake, I guess we'll be choosing the favor. Me and Ponyboy will go, seeing as I'm the only one who has any idea what I'm getting into."
Darry shakes his head. "I'm going with him. He's my kid brother, and I'm his legal guardian. I'm going to guardian him."
"Oh, shoot, Darry, I'll go. I don't want you going when you have so much else to deal with. Besides, it was MY idea that someone should go with him." Soda refuses to give this up.
"NO, Sodapop, no! I have enough to worry about without worrying that you and Pony will be killed or arrested or murdering someone. Me and Ponyboy will do it, and you stay here and try to keep out of trouble, will you?"
Wait, back up. Did he say, "Murdering Someone"!?! I can't do that! I'd rather die than have to murder someone!
"Can you tell me what I'm getting into before you tell both of us? That way, if I know I can't do it, you can-" I breathe in real deep- "you can switch to plan C instead?"
Everyone stares at me. I'd like to say that I was with them, that I was being a complete idiot. But I know in my heart that I could never kill anybody, especially in a hit-man concept.
Blake smirks, "so, you're asking if we can tell you what you'll be doing, and if you don't want to do it, we can kill you?"
All eyes are on me. I think real hard, and replay every word he said in my head over and over. "-we can kill you?" He'd asked. And very slowly, I nod, "Yep, that's what I'm saying."
That breaks the silence. Darry starts screaming at me, "Are you crazy, Ponyboy?" Soda says he couldn't stand it if I was gone; Two-bit is trying to calm everyone by saying that Blake won't kill me, "I know this guy, and he's nothing but talk! Just calm down!" And Steve is trying to get Soda to sit down and smoke a second.
The dealers are all asking Blake if they can do that. "Is that possible?" One asks. Then another adds, "Is he trying to pull something by us?" The whole alleyway is in confusion, I guess this hasn't ever happened before.
And than, a loud whistle makes everyone shut-up real fast. Blake starts talking. "Yes, I can do that! You'd rather die than do what I need you to do; I'll be willing to let you." Than he smiles. "Glory, but this is the LAST thing I expected! You did a good job, Darrel. There isn't a coward bone in this kid's whole body."
But by the look on Darry's face, I can tell he's not too proud of his parenting at this moment.
I've never seen more disappointment in Sodapop's eyes, ever. It was like I had kicked him in the gut or something. He'd given me a good way to get out of this whole mess, and I hadn't taken it. I couldn't stand to look at him.
"Well, he says he got it, now where IS it?" Blake's really starting to scare me; he keeps putting his hand in his pocket, carefully feeling of the gun. "Or did you spend it, like Kayla said?"
I don't know what to say, but I got myself in this mess and now I'll have to get my brothers' out, at least. "Um, about that money, she gave it to me, but it got stolen. I had it in my right back jean pocket, but now it's gone." I say as calm as I can manage.
Darry looks at me like I've totally lost my mind, or like he'd like to shoot me instead of letting these guys do it. I guess he didn't like my excuse very much, but I thought it was mighty creative, myself.
Blake's look isn't much different from Darry's. "Do I have stupid tattooed on my forehead or something?" and he pulls out the gun he's been messin' with, pointing it right at me. "I've wasted enough time listening to your bull-crap. So here's what we're going to do. You're either going to give me the money, or you're going to do me a little favor." Blake's eyes nearly glow.
"Or secret answer "C," we can kill you." one of the other dealer's pipes.
It's silent for a minute, than Steve asks the question on all our minds. "What's the favor?" I'll only tell Ponyboy, and only if he agrees that's the way he's going to go with this. Otherwise, I don't want you all to go around telling the cops my ideas."
Uh-Oh, the cops, this can't be good. I'm thinking.
"Can't I do the favor instead of Pony?" Soda asks quickly. He's tryin' real hard to get me out of this, and I'm wonderin' if I'd ever do that for him. I'm guessing, though, that I probably would.
"Two of you can go, one of whom has to be the horse, over there." Blake laughs at his own joke, but everyone else just stares at him. "I take it that you're choosing the favor?"
Two-bit's just been standing there silent for awhile now, and I've been wondering when he was gonna speak up. But now that he does, I wish he'd just kept to himself. "Yeah, Blake, I guess we'll be choosing the favor. Me and Ponyboy will go, seeing as I'm the only one who has any idea what I'm getting into."
Darry shakes his head. "I'm going with him. He's my kid brother, and I'm his legal guardian. I'm going to guardian him."
"Oh, shoot, Darry, I'll go. I don't want you going when you have so much else to deal with. Besides, it was MY idea that someone should go with him." Soda refuses to give this up.
"NO, Sodapop, no! I have enough to worry about without worrying that you and Pony will be killed or arrested or murdering someone. Me and Ponyboy will do it, and you stay here and try to keep out of trouble, will you?"
Wait, back up. Did he say, "Murdering Someone"!?! I can't do that! I'd rather die than have to murder someone!
"Can you tell me what I'm getting into before you tell both of us? That way, if I know I can't do it, you can-" I breathe in real deep- "you can switch to plan C instead?"
Everyone stares at me. I'd like to say that I was with them, that I was being a complete idiot. But I know in my heart that I could never kill anybody, especially in a hit-man concept.
Blake smirks, "so, you're asking if we can tell you what you'll be doing, and if you don't want to do it, we can kill you?"
All eyes are on me. I think real hard, and replay every word he said in my head over and over. "-we can kill you?" He'd asked. And very slowly, I nod, "Yep, that's what I'm saying."
That breaks the silence. Darry starts screaming at me, "Are you crazy, Ponyboy?" Soda says he couldn't stand it if I was gone; Two-bit is trying to calm everyone by saying that Blake won't kill me, "I know this guy, and he's nothing but talk! Just calm down!" And Steve is trying to get Soda to sit down and smoke a second.
The dealers are all asking Blake if they can do that. "Is that possible?" One asks. Then another adds, "Is he trying to pull something by us?" The whole alleyway is in confusion, I guess this hasn't ever happened before.
And than, a loud whistle makes everyone shut-up real fast. Blake starts talking. "Yes, I can do that! You'd rather die than do what I need you to do; I'll be willing to let you." Than he smiles. "Glory, but this is the LAST thing I expected! You did a good job, Darrel. There isn't a coward bone in this kid's whole body."
But by the look on Darry's face, I can tell he's not too proud of his parenting at this moment.