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Chapter 4
Dallas insisted he walk with me, although it didn't take much to convince me with that knife still out and gleaming in his hand. It was cold walking in the dreary darkness of a September night so I pulled my jacket tighter and walked along the street shivering. Dally took ahold of my arm as he tucked the knife in his back pocket and took off his jacket. He thrusted it into my hands and gruffly said;
"Here. Wouldn't want you to get sick and miss all the fun."
I threw on the old leather jacket wondering what kind of fun he was talking about. 'If it's what I think it is...He'll have the chance to use that knife he's always flashing around because he'd have to kill me first.' I thought bitterly. But he didn't take the knife out again nor did he try anything...until we had gotten to the end of my street.
We stood in the bleak darkness, just out of reach of the brightness fom the street light.
"I'm sure you can make it the rest of the way on you own." He said staring at my house, probably in case Derek had decided to go look for me.
"Don't worry...I'll check to see if anyone has a knife before I attempt to help their friends." I shot back. He gave me an ice cool glare as he put his hand on my shoulder, his fingers brushing against my neck. I remembered what he had said about "missing all the fun" and quickly stepped backwards and growled; "Don't touch me."
His icy eyes narrowed and he reached out and grabbed me, pulling me close to him. I shivered and tried to shake him off but he held tight. He leaned in, until our lips almost touched and our breath mingled.
"All I wanted..." He wispered. "...was my jacket." My eyes widened in realization. I nodded slowly and he stepped back. I took it off and handed it to him and he turned on his heel and walked off back to greaser territory. Suddenly, he stopped and asked over his shoulder; "Whats your name, doll?" I was hesitant to respond, but I knew if he wanted to know badly enough all he had to do was ask some greaser that was in my grade. "Casey Blake." I responded. He nodded in acknowledgment and kept walking.
The next day
The lunch bell rang and I walked outside, grateful to get out of my physics class and away from the teachers' seemlingly endless droning. I looked hopefully across the parking lot to see if my brother had left for lunch yet. I didn't see his blue mustang, so, disappointed, I turned to walk back inside. I was greated with the smiling face of Cherry Valance and her friend.
"Hi Casey! Your brother leave on you?" She asked. "Yeah, he's still mad at me about helping the greasers." I responded. Derek had found out about me helping Ponyboy Curtis and Johnny Cade and wasn't happy, to say the least. The girl beside Cherry spoke up; "Would you like to come to my house for dinner?" I glanced at her ripped jeans and gruff appearance. 'She must be a greaser.' I thought. A group of Socs walked by when she had asked and were looking at me, as if they were daring me to accept and be ridiculed. "I'd love to!" I exclaimed loudly, watching their surprised faces.
The greaser, whos name I found out was Denika, and I walked all the way to her house. As we approached it, I was jolted when I realized i'd been there before...And got an even bigger jolt when I saw the tuff looking gang of greasers walking towards us.
"Denika. Quick, what's your last name?" I asked frantically.
"It's Curtis. Why?" She asked puzzled. I almost fainted.
A/N-- Was that a big enough twist Malara? :)