A/N:To TheAngryPrincess13--- Thats horrible what those two guys did to Rachel.

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Chapter 6

It had been two days since my last incident with Dally. I took my seat in my english class, it was on the left side of the classroom, with the other socs. The bell rang and all the late students straggled in. I tuned out the teacher and tried to concentrate on the geography homework I had forgotten to do.

"It seems we have a new student, class. His name is..." My head shot up, homework forgotten again, as I stared into those blue eyes, and the wild blonde hair of "...Dallas Winston." The teacher finished. He was looking straight at me. A smirk dancing across his face as he sat down on the right side of the class, directly across from me. I ignored him throughout the class.

When English was bissfully over, I hurried to my locker. There was a group of greasers standing in front of it so I slowed my pace. I wanted to turn around and just go to class, but my math textbook was in the locker, and come hell or high water, I was going to get it. I walked up to the greaser directly in my way and asked;

"Would you mind moving so I can get my books?" The guy smirked and said; "Yeah, baby, I've gotta problem with that." And he grabbed my arm and slammed me up against my locker.

I tried to glare difiantly at the discusting greaser, but to no avail. My eyes teared up as he wrapped his hand around my neck. This seemed to be happening alot lately. I watched the approach of two familiar greasers, they walked up to the guy harrassing me.

"You might wanna get your hands off her, Curly." Sodapop said casually. "What are you gonna do about it, Soda?" He challenged. Beside him, Two-Bit said; "It's not what Soda's gonna do...It's what he's gonna do." He gestured behind Curly.

There was Dallas Winston. His hands were clenched into fists and his eyes blazed with anger. Curly aruptly let go of me and said; "Hey, man , I didn't know she was your gal. If I had, I wouldn't have touched her." Dally looked as if he was going to crack Curlys skull. Dally looked at me, I was trying to catch my breath. After I did, he said to Curly;

"She don't mean nothin' to me." And started to walk away.

"Just don't ever touch her again." He said over his shoulder as he walked out of sight.

Three Days Later

I was at the Admiral Drive-In with a bunch of the girls...When Curly approached me for the second time. I had been walking alone towards the canteen line when Curly and his friends decided to physically move me towards the back of the parking lot, by the fence.

"You know what Dally said, he's going to rip your head off when he finds out about this!" I yelled at Curly and his friends, not really certain if Dally really would. "Dally won't touch me. My brother is Tim Shepard and they're friends. I don't think he's gonna jeprodize that for some damn soc."

"Hey, Steve, Ponyboy! Come join the fun." Curly called out to two greasers that were crawling under the fence. "Hey, Curly, what's goin on?" Steve asked and his eyes widened as he aw me standing surounded by some of the Shepards gang. "Jesus, Curly! Are you insane, get your hands off her." Steve said. "No way, me and socy here's gonna have some fun first." Curly replied. "She saved my life once, you get your hands off her." Ponyboy said, real quiet. "No." Curly said. Pony lashed out with his fist and took him in a jaw. It started a brawl. Everyone started laying it to Ponyboy and Steve...I guessed the odds were about five to two.

Curly had to let go of me in order to fight Steve. I jumped out of his way as he tackled Curly to the ground. I searched around frantically for Ponyboy, when I spotted him he was on top of another greaser constantly punching him over and over. I gasped as I saw another one of Curlys friends silently creep up behind Ponyboy, with a switchblade in his hand.

Without thinking, I ran towards the greaser with the knife and grapped the blade just as he was getting ready to plunge it into Ponyboy. It dug deep into my hand, but at least it wasn't Ponyboy's back. The greaser turned around, startled. "Your gonna regret that bitch." He growled as he lunged at me. I tried to dodge his swipe but it cought me across the stomach.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!" Casey heard as she collapsed to the ground. Everyone froze.

"Curly, you and the rest of the gang git outta here." He said, slowly. His eyes dark and rebellious. The members of the Tim Shepard gang up and left, not one of them protesting.

Steve got up from his place on the ground and stumbled over to where Ponyboy lay.

"You alright?" He asked, looking down at him. "Yeah." Pony groaned as he Steve pulled himself to his feet. By this time Tim Shepard was leaning over my still body, looking at my wound. There was a long deep cut that was gushing blood across my mid section.

"Steve, you better get her to the hospital." He advised. "What?! Casey? Are you okay?" Pony asked as Steve picked me up and began walking me towards one of his greaser friends cars. "I'll be okay." I said wincing at the pain Steves walking caused.

"Thanks for the help guys." I wispered as I closed my eyes.

Steve suddenly stopped walking. "Hey! Where ya goin'?" He shouted out to Tim who was walking towards a different car.

"I'm gonna go get Dally and we'll meet you at the hospital." He said getting in his car and slamming the door.

My eyes sprang open at that. "Jesus christ." I muttered. Of all the people he could've gone to get...It had to be Dallas Winston.