~Chapter 11~ Here's chapter 11! Yay! Go Chapter 11! Anyway.. umm.. thanks for all the reviews…um.. thats all I gotta say.. umm..this is in Riley's POV! Ok…..I've babbled enuff for how about I go on with the story now? Yeah…Bye! Oh yeah! I forgot I don't own anyone but Daphne, Missy, Riley, and Carmen…everybody else belongs to the very talented S.E. Hinton!

                                                                        (****Riley's POV****)

            "Hey, mom," I said tiredly. "Sorry about sneaking out and everything. I just got mad at you guys!" My mom just nodded and frowned at me. Then she told my dad to keep his eye on the road because he was driving.

            "YOU GOT MAD AT US! YOU GOT MAD AT US!" My dad bellowed and turned around in the seat and slapped me. I put a hand up to my cheek where he slapped me. "Just because you got mad at us is not a reason to run away!"

            "Daddy!" I said with a frown. "I-I-I'm sorry!"

            "Just shut up! Its your damn fault Daphne's gone!" My mom just looked at my dad wide-eyed.

            "Daddy," I cried horrified.

            "Dammit Riley! Be quiet unless you want to be hit again!" He kept yelling at me no matter what I did.

            Finally, I just snapped. "Dad!" I screamed. "I bet you're happy that Daphne's gone! But I don't need yours or anyone else's help! I'll find Daphne on my own!" With that I yanked my door open and jumped out of the car eventhough it was moving. I didn't care, I would have jumped out if I was on a plane.

            I was really mad at my dad. He had no right to hit me and he had no right to talk to me like that. It made me mad enough when he hit my mom that one time but now he was hitting me too. I just couldn't take it. I don't know how I could have taken him talking to me like that for as long as I did.

            Once I hit the ground after rolling for a bit I stood up and looked around. I watched my parent's car drive off and then I noticed the pain in my ankle. It hurt like hell. I was still on the West side, but close to the East side. I lived on the West side, since I was a Soc, but I was still within walking distance of the East side. I figured I'd just go to my friend Missy's house and cool off for awhile before I went back home. Boy was I wrong, that didn't happen.

            "Hey baby!" I ignored the catcalls from whoever was behind me and tried to keep walking, despite my ankle hurting like hell. "Hey baby, you wanna have some fun? I can take you someplace and we can have fun together." I ignored it again. "Aww.. sugar come on I know you want to get it on." By this time I had figured out that it was some bastard of a greaser.

            I was getting really fed up with greasers, no offense to Soda or anything. What I meant was that I was getting really tired of the greasers that made catcalls at me. It was starting to get me pissed. "Come on darlin, we'll go have some fun!" This was really getting on my nerves so I turned around quickly.

            "Shut up! Will you just leave me the hell alone!" To my surprise the greaser jumped a little and looked at me for a moment. The other greaser didn't do anything but start licking his lips.

            "Riley!"

            "Well, well, well, if it isn't Dallas Winston!" I said, suddenly not mad at the fact that he was making catcalls at me. His friend frowned and looked at Dally. "Ah..and this must be the Timothy Shepard you tell me about!" I smirked at them both.

            "Yeah, actually, Tim this is Riley, Riley this is Tim." I didn't hold out my hand to shake his and he didn't hold out his hand to shake mine.

            "So Riley, what the hell you doin out here in the middle of the night?" Dally seemed surprised that I was out.

            "I could ask you the same thing. This is the West side, you do know that, right?" I stopped and then started again before he could open his mouth. "Let me guess, you're just lookin for some poor Soc girl to jump, make catcalls at, or get them drunk so they'll do somethin that I don't even want to say. Am I right?" Tim smirked and I knew that meant yes. Dally just shrugged.

            "Dallas Winston! You make me sick!" I turned swiftly on my heels and started walking toward my friend's house again.

            As if from a distance I heard Dally mutter. "Damn that girl is a pistol. Cute too." Then I heard Tim say, "Whattya expect? All Socs are the same!" I turned around again and saw that they were standing not to far behind me.

            "So is that what it is? You think all Socs are the same, huh? Perfect little angels, right?"

            Dallas looked at me with that look he gets in his eyes when he's angry. "Well, yeah. I mean look at you guys. Your perfect little life and your perfect little homes. The only things you guys gotta worry about is whether or not you're gonna get jumped by us greasers! You guys don't have real problems!" What the hell was he talking about? Not have problems! Please, we had plenty of problems. Or atleast I did. My life wasn't the perfect life everyone thought it was. Sure, I was pretty and popular, but that doesn't make your life perfect. By no means does it make your life perfect.

            I burst into tears, thinking about all of my problems, and ran off. Of course Dally and Tim didn't follow me, they had found some other Socy cheerleader, named Lauren, who just happened to be walking around this late at night too. I pitied her. She was going to have to deal with those damn greasers. We have problems, I kept telling myself that over and over and each time it mad me more upset. More and more tears started to come out of my eyes, until the ground became a blur to me and I couldn't really see where I was going.

            I just kept running and running, trying to get away from whatever was pulling me back to reality. In my case, my problems kept pulling me back. Finally, I ran right smack into someone. "Mmph!" Within a second I was laying on the ground, crying out in pain because of my ankle again. I needed something, anything sharp, so I could cut myself. I couldn't see the other person so I reached over and grabbed a piece of a glass bottle that had been broken. I slowly slid it across my arm. Seeing the blood satisfied me, yet more tears still kept coming out of my eyes and rolling down my face. After cutting myself a few times a strong arm grabbed my hand that was holding the piece of glass.

            "What are you doing?" The voice sounded so familiar but I couldn't tell who it was. I knew it was a guy, that was it. Slowly he pulled the glass out of my grip and threw it to the side.

            A/N~ Ok..I'm gonna leave you hangin. Just becuz its fun to do! Lol! Ok…I want atleast 3 reviews before I continue and this time I really wont continue unless I get 3 reviews! Even if it's a flame it's a review! Lol..So what do you think? Good? Bad? Sorry I haven't wrote in awhile. College just started up and I'm in my first year so its kinda tough. I also haven't wrote in a long time cuz I busted some ribs and it hurts like hell! Ok, now that you know all this…just tell me what you think of the story!