He turned and peered down the alleyway. He saw a pretty blond girl sitting there with a brunette unconcious with her head on the blond's lap. They were both cut up pretty badly, and the brunette had a lot of blood flowing from a injury on her forehead.
"What happened?" he asked, rushing down the alley towards the two girls.
"Socs," the the blonde cried faintly, right before she passed out.
Ponyboy drew in a sharp gasp. The Socs were a gang, known for jumping people for no reason. Ponyboy was a member of a gang called the Greasers. The Socs were rich, and the greasers were poor, and they are bitter enemies.
Ponyboy grabbed his cell phone and called his brother Soda.
"Soda, get down here! I'm at the corner of Fifth and Main. Hurry"
He then bent down and started examining the blonde's cuts. She was cut up and bruised very badly, and some were very deep. He then started looking over the brunette. He tore off the bottom of his shirt, and began applying pressure to the cut on her forehead. Just then, Soda arrived and ran over to him.
"What happened, Ponyboy?" he asked, as he picked up the brunette and flung her over his shoulder.
Ponyboy did the same with the blonde, and said, "I think the Socs got them, because she," pointing at the blonde, "said 'Socs' right before she passed out"
"Jeez! They're beat up really bad. We better get them to Darry fast!" Soda replied, speeding up to a sprint.
"I know"
When they got home, they called their brother into the living room.
"Oh jeez, what happened here?" said Darry.
Ponyboy explained for the second time while Darry looked over the pair. He went into the kitchen for some bandages, and began patching them up.
The next morning, the blonde woke up confused.
"Where... Where am I?" she said sleepily.
"Ponyboy here found you in an alley almost dead," replied Soda, "So I think we deserve and explanation as to why you were on greaser turf"
"Well, first of all, my name is Sabrina. I used to be a Soc, but not anymore. My brother, Dan, is in the Soc gang. He's not really my brother, though. I was abandoned in a dumpster when I was a baby, and Dan found me. He has been my kinda "adopted brother" ever since"
"That doesn't explain what happened to you though!" butted in Ponyboy impatiently.
"WELL, I was getting to that! Anyways, so, I've been living with him. One day, when I was ten years old, Alice, the girl over there, came looking like trash. She had just run away from a girls home, and we kinda just adopted her into the gang because she is tuff. Anyways, so a couple days ago I came down from my room and Dan was using the punching bag in the gym. I said, 'Dan, will you drive me and Alice to the movies tonight?' and then, I don't know, he just kinda snapped.
"He turned around kinda slowly, and said, 'No! I'm tired of this crap! Come with me and bring Alice!' Apparently, the rest of the gang had had a meeting earlier and decided that after three years with the Socs, we just wern't worth the trouble. So, they took us into a back alley and jumped us. Then, you came along, and I woke up here"
"Wow, that sucks. so they beat you all up for no reason"
"Yup, pretty much"
Just then, Alice stirred, and then woke.
"Alice! You're alive!" shouted Sabrina excitedly.
Ponyboy was amazed at her eyes, so like Darry's, ice cold, like sharp pieces of green glass. She looked so much like Darry and the other two brothers, too.
"Hi," she said, "I'm Alice Curtis."