Chapter Fourteen
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It was darker than it should have been at that time because the sky was filling with shadowed clouds. And yet, Mark and Two-Bit were seeming to have a good time. Two-Bit had his arm around a blonde, and a calico-haired girl had both her arms around Mark's neck. For some reason, Mark turned his head from the girl in front of him and said, "Two-Bit? I got to ask you something."
Mark's girl looked confused that he was talking to some guy when Mark had her right in front of him. She almost gasped when he kind of pushed her a side and walked towards Two-Bit, who was giving Mark a strange look, too. With a sigh, Two-Bit left the blonde to walk over to Mark.
"What was Dally?" Mark jutted out.
Two-Bit cleared his throat. "Huh?" He really didn't feel like talking about that...
"What did that guy say he was, a jockey?"
"Oh, oh, that. Yeah, Dally was a jockey."
"And Buck?"
"Buck rides a little but mostly just fixes races, makes money off of bets."
"Hmm."
"I'm gonna go get a drink, I think...yeah. I'm gonna go get a drink." The blonde spoke out.
"Get me one, too." Replied the calico, digging into her pocket. "I thought...maybe I already spent it..."
"Gotta go." Mark said, plunging into a crowd of people. Two-Bit looked back at the dazed girls and then followed Mark.
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"PONYYYYYYYYY! PONYBOY! P-" Soda had been speeding through all the people, pushing people in his way, but now had to stop and cough hoarsely. His leaned over his head, but speedily snapped back up, and took a step forward before Steve, standing still, grabbed Soda's arm.
"C'mon, you've been looking for an hour. Take a break."
"I gotta...find him." Soda somehow kept talking. "Make sure he's all right. Find him before Darry does."
"Why are you always babying him?" Steve complained, feeling up his own pockets and not finding any packs of cigarettes.
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Pony stared out her, watching golden flickers skipping through her hair. His gaze drifted up to her face. Her hair was something, but her face...Pony's eyes lingered, refusing to pull away, hoping that she would glance around and suddenly see him...A few girls were around her, prodding her with their questions while she continuted to argue with the man. Pony stopped listening to what they were saying and just stood there, begging silently for her to notice him...
"Aaagh!" With a yelp, Pony jumped. He had just been shocked with something that felt like a cattle prodder or an electric fence. A lot of people were looking at him funny. Blushing, he tried to explain himself.
"Sorry, I...I..." Well, what happened? His hand, it...He looked at his hand, but the lines weren't telling him anything so he looked at what he had set it on. It was a lamp post. Pointing to his hand and then to the lamp he muttered out the word "shocked" and then turned his head away from those still staring at him like he was a freak.
Then he jerked his head back up towards where Cherry was. Her head seemed to turn just as he looked at her. She saw him. And then she just kept talking to her friends. Just kept talking, first about the horse (she finally got her way) and then about some cheer. Like she hadn't seen him.
Pony started to think. He hadn't realized this before. Cherry hadn't really talked to him since that week. She had called once, and then she hadn't been in town after her parents sent her to boarding school for a while, and then she was in college. Ponyboy had continued on in high school, hung out with Mark for a while, and then gone out with Cathy. Cherry had seen him around, smiled, and then had some place to be or not much to say. Pony had considered her a good friend he had lost touch with.
But just now, she ignored Pony. What happened to her?
Pony couldn't get it. Had she decided greasers were trash after all? Did she forget everything that went on? Had she decided to be a snob now?
He couldn't stand this. "Cherry!" He yelled out. More stares. He didn't care. He wanted to scream at her. Her friends mumbled and Cherry stood there, still not looking at him, and she turned her back. She turned her back.
"Cherry!"
She turned. "What do you want?"
Damn.
Pony stood there, with his mouth barely open, his eyes staring at her cold figure, his legs feeling heavy, his head hurting...everything hurt.
Cherry's mocking look fell. "Oh, Pony, I don't know what I'm doing...." She started crying. "What's wrong with me? I'm sorry...."
Her friends looked confused and stopped talking for the first time all night.
Cherry grabbed his hand and led him to the edge of the gate and they both slid underneath.
Finally one of the girls called out, "Cherry, you got to gear up for the race!"
But they kept going, away from everybody else.
The noise that is a rodeo faded behind them as they walked down the side of the fence. Cherry made her own noise, letting her fingers tap against the metal. The fence ended, but there was hay even out here though, and it crunched underneath them. Finally satisfied that they were far enough from other people, Cherry began to talk.
"I wanted to get on with my life. I went to college, Pony. Didn't you move on?"
"Yeah, I moved on. But so what, you've been busy, I've been busy, but I wouldn't act like I didn't know you to impress a bunch of snobs. Cherry, I thought you were better than that. We moved on, but I didn't forget. You're acting like none of it mattered. Did you forget everything that happened to us? How are friends died? What, you've forgotten that I'm not trash, Cherry?"
"It's not like th-...oh, Pony. I don't know what I'm doing really. It...it hurts Pony."
"God, do you think that I don't know that? But still, Cherry..."
"It hurts. It was all I could ever think about...I didn't know what to do. I wanted things to be normal...My parents did, too, I went to boarding school and wanted to start over, but all I really did I guess was to try to make things the same. Try to fit it, and stop hurting. "
"So you decided to screw us over?"
"I've tried to talk to you guys, even though my parents didn't want to me to. I talked to Two-Bit a few times, he's so funny, but still, I ended up almost breaking down both nights after I saw him. And it was only Two-Bit, he was there, but not like you were...And just now...I wanted to pretend you weren't there or that I didn't know you." Pause. "You scare me Pony."
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"So you betting on what ever Buck's betting on?" Two-Bit craned his neck towards Mark as he shuffled behind him towards the main arena.
"Nah. Buck's not gonna win everytime, he's gotta keep up appearances, and people aren't always gonna listen to him, and Buck may be too drunk to even know what to bet on."
"Yeah, so what? You gonna rob someone who's been winning a lot?"
"They'd be able to track us down, get their whole crew set on us. If we want to win, we gotta fix things ourselves."
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It was darker than it should have been at that time because the sky was filling with shadowed clouds. And yet, Mark and Two-Bit were seeming to have a good time. Two-Bit had his arm around a blonde, and a calico-haired girl had both her arms around Mark's neck. For some reason, Mark turned his head from the girl in front of him and said, "Two-Bit? I got to ask you something."
Mark's girl looked confused that he was talking to some guy when Mark had her right in front of him. She almost gasped when he kind of pushed her a side and walked towards Two-Bit, who was giving Mark a strange look, too. With a sigh, Two-Bit left the blonde to walk over to Mark.
"What was Dally?" Mark jutted out.
Two-Bit cleared his throat. "Huh?" He really didn't feel like talking about that...
"What did that guy say he was, a jockey?"
"Oh, oh, that. Yeah, Dally was a jockey."
"And Buck?"
"Buck rides a little but mostly just fixes races, makes money off of bets."
"Hmm."
"I'm gonna go get a drink, I think...yeah. I'm gonna go get a drink." The blonde spoke out.
"Get me one, too." Replied the calico, digging into her pocket. "I thought...maybe I already spent it..."
"Gotta go." Mark said, plunging into a crowd of people. Two-Bit looked back at the dazed girls and then followed Mark.
_________________
"PONYYYYYYYYY! PONYBOY! P-" Soda had been speeding through all the people, pushing people in his way, but now had to stop and cough hoarsely. His leaned over his head, but speedily snapped back up, and took a step forward before Steve, standing still, grabbed Soda's arm.
"C'mon, you've been looking for an hour. Take a break."
"I gotta...find him." Soda somehow kept talking. "Make sure he's all right. Find him before Darry does."
"Why are you always babying him?" Steve complained, feeling up his own pockets and not finding any packs of cigarettes.
__________________________
Pony stared out her, watching golden flickers skipping through her hair. His gaze drifted up to her face. Her hair was something, but her face...Pony's eyes lingered, refusing to pull away, hoping that she would glance around and suddenly see him...A few girls were around her, prodding her with their questions while she continuted to argue with the man. Pony stopped listening to what they were saying and just stood there, begging silently for her to notice him...
"Aaagh!" With a yelp, Pony jumped. He had just been shocked with something that felt like a cattle prodder or an electric fence. A lot of people were looking at him funny. Blushing, he tried to explain himself.
"Sorry, I...I..." Well, what happened? His hand, it...He looked at his hand, but the lines weren't telling him anything so he looked at what he had set it on. It was a lamp post. Pointing to his hand and then to the lamp he muttered out the word "shocked" and then turned his head away from those still staring at him like he was a freak.
Then he jerked his head back up towards where Cherry was. Her head seemed to turn just as he looked at her. She saw him. And then she just kept talking to her friends. Just kept talking, first about the horse (she finally got her way) and then about some cheer. Like she hadn't seen him.
Pony started to think. He hadn't realized this before. Cherry hadn't really talked to him since that week. She had called once, and then she hadn't been in town after her parents sent her to boarding school for a while, and then she was in college. Ponyboy had continued on in high school, hung out with Mark for a while, and then gone out with Cathy. Cherry had seen him around, smiled, and then had some place to be or not much to say. Pony had considered her a good friend he had lost touch with.
But just now, she ignored Pony. What happened to her?
Pony couldn't get it. Had she decided greasers were trash after all? Did she forget everything that went on? Had she decided to be a snob now?
He couldn't stand this. "Cherry!" He yelled out. More stares. He didn't care. He wanted to scream at her. Her friends mumbled and Cherry stood there, still not looking at him, and she turned her back. She turned her back.
"Cherry!"
She turned. "What do you want?"
Damn.
Pony stood there, with his mouth barely open, his eyes staring at her cold figure, his legs feeling heavy, his head hurting...everything hurt.
Cherry's mocking look fell. "Oh, Pony, I don't know what I'm doing...." She started crying. "What's wrong with me? I'm sorry...."
Her friends looked confused and stopped talking for the first time all night.
Cherry grabbed his hand and led him to the edge of the gate and they both slid underneath.
Finally one of the girls called out, "Cherry, you got to gear up for the race!"
But they kept going, away from everybody else.
The noise that is a rodeo faded behind them as they walked down the side of the fence. Cherry made her own noise, letting her fingers tap against the metal. The fence ended, but there was hay even out here though, and it crunched underneath them. Finally satisfied that they were far enough from other people, Cherry began to talk.
"I wanted to get on with my life. I went to college, Pony. Didn't you move on?"
"Yeah, I moved on. But so what, you've been busy, I've been busy, but I wouldn't act like I didn't know you to impress a bunch of snobs. Cherry, I thought you were better than that. We moved on, but I didn't forget. You're acting like none of it mattered. Did you forget everything that happened to us? How are friends died? What, you've forgotten that I'm not trash, Cherry?"
"It's not like th-...oh, Pony. I don't know what I'm doing really. It...it hurts Pony."
"God, do you think that I don't know that? But still, Cherry..."
"It hurts. It was all I could ever think about...I didn't know what to do. I wanted things to be normal...My parents did, too, I went to boarding school and wanted to start over, but all I really did I guess was to try to make things the same. Try to fit it, and stop hurting. "
"So you decided to screw us over?"
"I've tried to talk to you guys, even though my parents didn't want to me to. I talked to Two-Bit a few times, he's so funny, but still, I ended up almost breaking down both nights after I saw him. And it was only Two-Bit, he was there, but not like you were...And just now...I wanted to pretend you weren't there or that I didn't know you." Pause. "You scare me Pony."
______
"So you betting on what ever Buck's betting on?" Two-Bit craned his neck towards Mark as he shuffled behind him towards the main arena.
"Nah. Buck's not gonna win everytime, he's gotta keep up appearances, and people aren't always gonna listen to him, and Buck may be too drunk to even know what to bet on."
"Yeah, so what? You gonna rob someone who's been winning a lot?"
"They'd be able to track us down, get their whole crew set on us. If we want to win, we gotta fix things ourselves."
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