Wow… I've never gotten that many reviews on one chapter! This is cool… Well, here's the next part of the story; it's a bit longer then the first one. Have fun and please review!

AN: Again, Ted belongs to me… Callisto belongs to me… And anyone that isn't originally in the book 'The Outsiders', is mine. ^_^

I jumped another curb, hung a right, and dodged a ton of people that were going home. I leapt off the curb and landed right in front of a Mustang that belonged to a group of friends of mine.

They hollered at me because I was only about an inch off of hitting their car, and shook their fists.

"Watch it, Shizuko!" yelled one of the boys. "Do you want to get run over one of these days?!"

I just laughed as the smoke of the cigarette in my mouth trailed me. "One of these days. But until then, you know you'll never get me. I'm too fast!" I laughed and turned away from them and jumped back onto the sidewalk again.

The sun was starting to set just as I propped myself up on the cement barrier between the sandy beach and the cement of the sidewalks. I dangled my legs over the side and smiled as the sky turned a funny orange.

A boy was sitting not to far from me, also watching the sunset. Not too many boys do that; they think it's a girly thing.

I was glad to have company, though. Because it was getting dark and not many people were there. I stretched my neck and crossed my arms. I knew my leather jacket wouldn't keep me warm.

The boy glanced at me. "What are you doing here?" he asked. It wasn't a sneer; it was more of a concerned question.

I glanced at him. "Watching the sun."

He nodded. "Me too." He was wearing a Jean jacket and Jean pants. He looked like a greaser, but I wasn't one to judge. I looked like one, too, even if I wasn't one. "What's your name?"

"Callisto Shizuko. Friends call me Cal, or NTG if they're mad at me." I snickered as I swung my legs slowly.

He smiled. "I'm Johnny, Johnny Cade."

"Nice to meet you, Johnny." I said with a smile. I knew he wouldn't have been talking to me if he knew I was a Soc, even though I hated it when people called me one. I was rich, but that didn't mean I had to like it. I often wondered if I was the only rich teen that didn't want to be rich, that just wanted friends because they liked you for you, not because you had money. I was glad that I was wearing my greaser looking clothes. My baggy pants with six pockets, and a short tank top that showed off my dragon belly button ring.

"Cool ring," he said, nodding at my stomach.

I looked down at it. "Thanks."

We were quiet for a while, till the sun was half hidden by the ocean.

I spoke up. "How old are you, Johnny?"

"Seventeen." He said softly.

I blinked. "Really?"

He nodded. "Yeah, but everyone thinks I look fifteen."

I laughed. "Na, you don't look fifteen."

He blinked. "Yeah?"

"Yeah! I don't look fifteen, do I?"

He shook his head. "You look seventeen."

I laughed. "Thanks."

He smiled. "Shouldn't you be getting home?"

I looked at my watch. "Na. My dad is off on a trip, my brother is at work until he calls me," he laughed at that. "And my mom doesn't get home from her job until real late." I looked out at the ocean and licked my lips. "What about you? Even if you're seventeen, shouldn't you be getting home?"

"Na. My parents won't miss me. They're probably in a fight, anyway. I don't go home when they fight. I stay at the lot downtown."

I blinked. "Really? That's awful."

He looked away.

"Do you want to stay at my place? I got an extra room."

"Yeah? You're parents won't mind?" he turned back to me, his big eyes lit up.

I nodded. "Yeah! They won't care."

"Sweet. Let's go."

I swung my legs over the barrier and slid off, remembering I had my skates on. "It's up a real tall hill, so it'll be hard to get up."

He nodded like nothing would stop him from getting to a bed.

I smiled and started slowly towards my house.

He followed alongside me, almost at a jog. "You know who you remind me of?"

"Na, enlighten me." I said. I never was good with grammar. That, or I just loved to torture people by sounding like a farm girl.

"Two-Bit. He's a friend of mine. You act just like him. Fun loving,"

"Is he scared of the dark?" I asked softly.

He blinked. "He ain't scared of nothing."

I swallowed as my eyes darted around, suddenly losing my taste in watching the sunset. "I am. I'm scared of the dark, being alone, and being around guys that hit on me."

He tried to get me to look in his eyes. "I'm here. You don't have to be afraid."

I tried to crack a smile, but I ended up cracking it right off my face. "Thanks, Johnny."

But he looked just as afraid as I was. I suddenly wished that I had a nice sized gun and a guard dog.

"Are you named after a gun?" he suddenly asked.

I almost fell off the sidewalk. "Eh? Oh, ya. The Callisto NTG."

"Cool gun." He said.

I nodded. He was trying his best to break the tension and fear clouding around us, but even that didn't work. I looked up the hill across the street at my house. "Up there. Come on, I got to get a good head start on these things, or I'll roll right back down."

"Why don't you just take 'em off?" he asked.

"Bare feet." I laughed.

He blushed.

I dropped my cigarette and smoldered it. "Let's get to it." I watched for cars as Johnny casually strolled across, and I jolted towards the hill. I sped up it as fast as those skates would go. Suddenly, my phone rang. I screeched at the sound of the theme for Zelda, which was the ring for my cell. I dropped to my side, scratched my skin slightly. I pulled out my phone as Johnny stopped beside me. "Yellow." I said with a smile, making Johnny snicker.

"Glad to get ya." Jason said. "I'm on my way home."

"So am I. I'm trying to get up the damned hill."

He laughed. "On skates?"

I blinked. "How'd you know?"

"That's the only way you go. Just wait where you are for me. I'm right around the corner."

"K." I hung up and looked at Johnny. "My brother's on the way. Let's just rest, and we can hitch a ride."

"He won't mind that I'm staying the night?" he asked.

I shook my head. "As long as you aren't staying in my room."

He laughed.

Seconds later, a car horn sounded and my brother's Porsche stopped beside us.

Johnny swallowed and paled. "This is, your car?"

I shook my head. "My brother's. I have a Corvette. Come on," I opened the door and pulled myself in. Johnny got in and slipped into the backseat, still white as snow.

"Who's your friend?" Jason asked as he started up the hill.

"This is Johnny. Johnny, my brother Jason."

My brother nodded his greeting as he pulled up at the house.

Johnny swallowed and was speechless when he saw the mansion-sized house. "This…is where you live?"

"Live high, live in pain." I grumbled.

Jason laughed. "I thought it was live high, live forever."

"Whatever. Come on Johnny." I had pulled off my skates and I was carrying them now. "You can have the room next to mine," I got out of the car and pushed up the seat for Johnny to get out. I went into the house with Johnny following and opened the door next to mine. "Mine's right next door, if ya want anything. There's a bathroom connecting with your room, and if you want something to eat, watch TV, want to swim, whatever, just ask!" I smiled and went to put my skates away.

I pulled off my jacket, threw it on the bed, and put a CD into my boom box. I turned up the volume and turned it to number five. I skimmed across the room to the music and closed my eyes as I did my own little dance. "Slam dunk da funk, put it up!" I laughed as I did the little hand motions.

The door opened and my brother leaned in the doorway.

I opened my eyes and froze in mid dance. "Heh…" the song ended, and my brother tapped his foot.

"A little loud, aren't we?"

I blushed and turned the boom box off. "Sorry."

"You ain't home alone anymore. So stop thinking you are." He grabbed the door handle and shut the door.

I sighed and my shoulders slumped. "Brothers…"

"You like to party?" Johnny asked as he opened the door.

I smiled. "Hey Johnny! Yeah, dancing's fun. But my brother doesn't like it when I turn it up real loud. But no, he can have his up as loud as he wants!"

He smiled back. "At least you have a brother."

"Hey, you want to go to a club?" I asked enthusiastically.

He shrugged. "If you want."

"Cool. Let me change. I'll be right out!"

He nodded, left, and shut the door behind him.

I rummaged through my closet and changed into a pair of black leather mini shorts and a leather bra top that had white feathers on it. I pulled on a pair of tall black leather boots that went over my knees, a pair of leather gloves with green spirals over them where my wrists were, and a black collar over the bra top. I fixed the dragon ring in my belly button, and pulled my hair into a tight ponytail.

I grabbed my jacket, just in case, and walked out of my room. "Ready." I said to Johnny.

He turned to look at me and blinked. "You're…you're wearing…"

"I'm wearing this." I said with a nod. "Now come on. I made sure I had a knife in my boots. We'll take my Corvette. There's a cool place downtown with dancing and a bar. I know the owner, he'll let us in for a special price." I grabbed my wallet from the stand and went to the carport, Johnny following.

I jumped into my black Corvette and Johnny got into the front seat beside me. I started the car and pulled out of the garage. I headed down the hill and turned right. "I think you'll like this place." I said as I stopped at a light and turned left when it turned green.

"No one will try to do anything to you, will they?"

"Na. I got my knife, and they all know whom I am. They mess with me, and my brother messes with them." I pulled up at a club and parked the car. "Come on!" I got out and locked the door behind me.

Johnny got out and followed me cautiously into the club.

I walked by the guard without a problem, and looked around. Johnny stepped beside me, swallowing and looking nervous. I handed him a pack of my cigarettes. "Have as many as you like," I handed him the dragon lighter, and went to the dance floor. I pulled my jacket off and tied it around my waist.

Johnny looked at the lighter and sat down at the bar.

I finally got a guy, which only took half a minute, and we started dancing to the blaring music.

Johnny was smoking at the bar, watching me. He fiddled with the lighter in his hand and blew out the smoke.

"Hey kid, what are you doing here?"

Johnny turned in the seat and turned white.

I looked up at Johnny, laughing hysterically after the dancing, and shut my mouth when he wasn't there. "Johnny?" I called, pushing my way through the crowd. I looked around, panic-stricken. "Johnny?!" I cried, my voice cracking. I wasn't one to like being alone in a bar.

The bartender looked at me. "Hello Cal."

"Ted! Did you see a boy about my height with my lighter anywhere?"

He blinked and thought a second. "Actually, come to think of it, I did see the Shepard boy pulling a boy out of the bar. Strange though, he had your lighter…"

I swallowed hard, thinking that the Shepard boy would start a fight, and God knows I hate rumbles. I raced out of the bar and looked around. I didn't hear anything, and I flat out couldn't see anything. "Johnny…" I whispered. I ran to the alleyway by the side of the bar and pulled out my blade. I turned my head and looked into the alley.

Shadows were creeping about, approximately four of them.

I swallowed and tears surfaced in my eyes. I crept down against the wall and slinked towards them.

"Who ya here with, Johnny?" came a taunting voice.

"Let me go." Johnny said quietly.

In the darkness I could see how white he was. The boys were scaring him half to death, and if they scared him halfway, I'd be dead with fear. I put the blade in front of me and went closer.

"Where are ya bodyguards now, huh?" he slammed Johnny against the wall.

I suddenly hid the blade into the back of my shorts and jumped from the shadows and into the small amount of light in the alley. "Leave him alone!" I was shaking.

They turned to me and the three boys scaring Johnny frowned.

"Looks like we got a mouse." One said.

The one from the dealer, I would recognize him anywhere, scowled at me. "Well, well, well. It's Dally's girl."

The other two blinked. "Dally's girl?" one asked, quite confused.

Johnny's eyes turned to me, and I saw that he was petrified.

"I said, leave him alone." My voice was shaky, but I wouldn't back down.

Shepard smirked and dropped Johnny. He walked over to me and looked me up and down. "Look at this feat. You look almost like a hooker, a Soc at least." He laughed and pushed me up against the wall, his smirk never leaving his face.

"Aw, come on boss!" one complained as his other friend grabbed Johnny. "Let me have her. I haven't had some fun in a long time."

"Shut up!" Shepard snarled at him, and turned back to me. "Mmm…" he licked his lips.

"Get your hands off her, Curly." Johnny said curtly.

Curly turned his eyes to Johnny. "Silence him," he ordered the boy holding Johnny.

"NO!" I yelled, and started kicking and squirming and screaming.

"Shut up!" Curly yelled, and probably without thinking, slammed his fist into my face.

I groaned and slumped in his arms.

Johnny's eyes went wide. "Leave her alone!"

The boy grasping him threw him against the wall and started beating him.

Curly snorted. "Frisky, aren't ya? Stay quiet and I won't hurt ya anymore."

I groaned and opened my eyes. "Leave…me…alone…"

He smirked. "Love the contacts." He brushed his hand across my face, making me wince. He put my chin up and pressed his cold lips to mine fiercely. He slid one hand down my boot and touched my inner thigh.

I tried to move, I tried to squirm, but I was weak and losing energy fast. I slowly reached behind me and clenched my blade. I pulled it slowly from my shorts, and stabbed Curly with as much force as I could. I kept him silent by pressing my lips to his, just so the others wouldn't hear.

The boy's eyes jolted as the cold steal felt around inside of him, and I pulled it back out. When the others weren't looking, I shoved him off me and ran at the boy hurting Johnny. I grabbed his neck and sliced the back of it. I then stabbed his back.

But before I could think to do it again, the third boy grabbed me and threw me against the wall. He snatched the knife and sliced my face three times.

I screamed.

There was another yell and a shout, and before I knew it, the boy had taken off.

I slumped to the ground, crying and screaming with pain at the same time.

Johnny was lying on the ground in the small amount of light, bloody and bruised.

A group of boys came running down the alley, and surrounded Johnny.

Two turned to me, and I recognized Dally.

I slowly stopped yelling as he bent down in front of me, and I was only crying now. "Dally…" I whispered. The blood streamed down my face and onto my lips and down my neck. I gasped for air, but my lungs could barely move, like my body.

Dally swallowed and picked me up. "You ok chick?"

I only cried. That was all I could do to comfort myself.

He clenched me to reassure me. "They're gone now."

"I'll say…" muttered a voice I didn't know. "Curly's got a nice sized gouge and the other one is dead."

"He…" I swallowed hard. "He was gonna kill Johnny…"

Dally stared at me, wide eyed. "You killed him?"

I nodded. "Had to."

Natalie's friend Soda was picking up Johnny.

"He should be ok…"

I rolled my eyes to the ground and tried to reach down.

One of the boys turned and saw me. Dally was too busy talking with Darry to notice. The boy bent down and picked up the knife. He handed it to me. "This yours?"

I nodded. "It is." I took it from him and put it into my boot. "And… the lighter."

He picked up the dragon lighter and stared at it before giving it back to me. "Sweet lookin'."

"Thanks."

Dally looked at me. "What happened? Did they jump you?"

I swallowed hard and tried my best to keep my voice under control. "I was in the club, dancing. Johnny was at the bar smoking. When I turned to him, he was gone. I went outside, and those guys were gonna beat him up. I went to help, silly me. I only made it worse. They beat him and that Curly guy jumped me. What are you guys doing here?"

"Trying to find Johnny." The boy that had handed me my things said.

One of my eyes was shut with the slice of my knife over the lid; another slice went down from my forehead, down my nose and to my cheek. The third cut was right above my throat, barely missing.

"He wanted me to shut up…" I whispered, and my eyes flashed. "He was gonna kill me."

Dally nodded. "More then likely."

"I should have gotten Ted…" I whispered, and closed my eyes. "God, I should have had Jason with me…He'd have killed 'em all with the blink of an eye…"

As if on cue, my cell started singing. I pulled it from my pocket and managed to whisper hello.

There was a silence. "Cal? My God, what happened?"

I smiled. He always knew that if I didn't say 'yellow', something was up. "I got jumped."

Another pause. "God, where are you?"

"Ted's."

"TED'S?!" he screamed. He hated me going dancing. "I'll be right there." With that he hung up the phone.

I started crying again, but not as loud. The phone dropped from my grasp and I started to turn white.

"She's losing blood." Dally muttered, and bent down to pick up the phone. "Come on." He turned and ran out of the alley, the others following.

Just as they all came out and were starting for the street or something, I don't know because I had almost blacked out, a Porsche slammed on it's brakes and stopped.

They turned their eyes and backed up.

"What, they want more?" snarled one of the boys.

Jason jumped out of the car and sprinted over to us. "My God…" he froze when he saw me in Dally's arms. "CAL!" he screamed. He stopped right in front of Dally, and turned his eyes up to meet Dally's. "For your sake, you had better have saved her, and not done this."

He shook his head. "Who are you, anyway?"

"I'm her brother." He felt my neck and swallowed. "I'll take her. It'll be faster."

"Johnny." I whispered as he took me.

He blinked. "What?"

"Get Johnny, too. Please J."

He looked up and froze when he met Soda's eyes. "Come on, get in the back." he went to his car and put me into the backseat.

Soda put Johnny next to me and climbed in shotgun.

Jason jumped into the driver's seat and swerved off.

"Nice car." Soda muttered.

"Thanks." Jason said as he sped right through a red light and started for the hospital.

"You two are Socs?"

Jason blinked. "What?"

"We ain't." I whispered.

"Shut up, NTG." He didn't sound happy, and by calling me NTG I knew he was furious with me.

"It wasn't my fault."

"Shut up." His voice cracked, and I knew he was crying.

I glanced at Johnny and touched his neck. "You ok?"

His eyes were shut and his face bruised. "I'll live…" he whispered.

I swallowed and my tears went down my cheeks faster. "I'm so sorry Johnny."

He managed a smile. "It's not your fault."

"I hope so…" I whispered so he couldn't hear it, and brushed back his long hair.

"You're lucky he didn't chop that hair of yours." Jason said flatly.

I laughed softly. "Yeah. I really would have cut him to ribbons if he touched my hair."

Soda smiled gently, he wasn't too used to driving with a Soc.

"He ain't gonna jump ya or anything, Sodapop." I said to the boy. "Only if ya try to hurt me."

"What happened to the boys that did this, by the way?" Jason asked as he stopped the car.

"Shepard gang." Soda said as he opened his door. "Curly and two friends. But coincidentally your sister killed one, stabbed Curly, and the other ran off."

"Good. She left two for me." Jason said. But there was no sarcasm in his voice what so ever. He pulled me out of the car and ran up to the emergency room.

Soda followed with Johnny.