Title- Dealing with It
Chapter Title- Ronnie to the Rescue
Disclaimer- I do not own The Outsiders
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Tikagem- I can only promise that Nate does not die. The rest of the story would suck if Nate died, he's so wonderful. Here's where the story picks up… I mean its like: uh, please update more… hell of a lot of cliffhangers…
Note- Hm, Ronnie is quite dumb for some reason... lack of brain cells maybe? Any who, I didn't feel like waiting for all you other reviewers. My only request is that if you usually review; please review this chapter because I will not let this happen again… And then everybody will be mad at you because they don't have an update and it would suck for you… I am very good at orchestrating mobs.
I didn't set foot into a classroom that whole day and I only had two drinks. I walked home, wrote a note saying I was over my friend's house and went to Two-Bit's place. I knocked on his door loudly.
"C'min," he called. Hesitantly, I opened the door. I noticed his head was in the refrigerator, probably looking for food. I cleared my throat to call attention to myself.
"I could've been a murderer," I told him. He turned around, saw me, and went back on his search. "I'm sorry about my mom's behavior. It's not your fault at all. I made a stupid decision, and I cut class with a bunch of stoners. I'm sorry."
"Yeah, well, now I'll starve to death 'cause I got no food." I laughed.
"Did ya ever try Darry or Steve?" I saw his switchblade glinting on the counter. I casually walked over and slipped it into my pocket. Who knows if it might come in handy?
"Steve has that brat and I used to eat every meal at Darry's. Besides, he's been busy with his job and everything. Pony's out of state, doing his job... whatever it was, I forget. And, well, I ain't got no other friends," he answered.
"I tried to help you, Two-Bit, but my mom wouldn't hear of it." I looked at my feet. "I needed to say that, I tried, I really did." I walked out of his apartment and went back home. Nobody was home, that's odd, and shouldn't Nate have been home? I removed the note and wrote a new one, saying Nate and I went back to the school.
I ran to the school. My heart beating rapidly, what if what they said about Ben was true? I detoured to the gas station, to see if Ben was there. He wasn't, I ran inside to see if dad knew.
"Daddy, do you know where that Ben guy is?" I asked him, out of breath.
"He called saying he had something at school, why?" I gulped; I could confess everything now or later.
"Nate's not home and I think he's in trouble with Ben. See ya; I'll be at the school." I ran off to the school, searching the halls, then I went to Nate's locker, his books were gone. I decided to go to the place we cut at. Maybe they were there. Ben was going to destroy me, by using Nate. Why didn't I listen to people? Why the hell was he doing this?
I stopped short. I was at the place, a little clearing in the woods. There they were. I saw one of Nate's shoes, his books and his bag. I followed the trail they made until I was deeper in the woods. There he was, my brother, pinned against the tree surrounded by a few guys. Surprisingly, Ben wasn't one of them.
"Hey, babe, looking for me?" he asked coming up from behind me. I tried not to look at him. He wrapped his arms around me in a bear hug. I tried to fight him so I could go help Nate. That wasn't working so I tried to move with him, using all my strength to go forward.
"What did I ever do to you?" I asked him, struggling a bit. He tightened the hug and his face got closer, our noses were touching.
"Nothing, you were just there and in need of something." That wasn't a good reason. I needed to think of what I could do, to make them stop. Then it hit me, how surprised would Ben be if I openly kissed him? Taking a deep breath I had my lips meet his. His grip loosened slightly, as he tried to deepen the kiss. I was squirming. Nate was being murdered over there and all of the germs were creeping all over me. I bit Ben's tongue and shoved him off.
I made a break for Nate, but Ben grabbed my hair. I screamed a bit and turned around. I bit his hand, yes, I bit his hand. He stared at me, and slapped me. I felt my face, but continued the run to Nate. It was a good fifteen feet. The guys were slightly bigger than me, and perhaps they were stoned and drunk. I screeched, flinging myself at Nate. I stood in front of him.
"Bitch," one guy snarled and punched me in the stomach. I was about to double over and fall, but somebody was holding me from under the arms. I knew it was Nate. I kicked the other guy.
"Nate, it's about time you learned to fight. Right now, stop playing Gandhi and beat the crap out of these people." He looked at me amazed that I made such a reference, Gandhi, now, that was a big deal for me. He let go of me and I jumped on the next guy that tried to hit me. He slapped my leg, the pocket, and I felt something hard go against my leg. I remembered I had Two-Bit's switch and I pulled it out.
"Go away," I tried to say, but I was mortified. It didn't come out right, but they got the picture.
"Ben, she's got a blade, that ain't cool," he said. Ben turned his head and noticed the light reflecting of it. He narrowed his eyes and felt his pockets, mumbling curses when he realized he didn't have one.
"Damn, let's go," he told them. I turned to Nate to help him up. On foot he had a teared sock, with a shoe on the other. His hair was a mess and his nose was bloody. He was probably beaten up before I got there. The puffiness in his eye tripled and another black eye was forming next to it. I knew I would have a few bruises and a handful of hair was missing, but in different places.
Nate thanked me and I shook my head. It was my fault he was in this mess. I helped Nate get his shoes and supported him on the way to the house. Since the gas station was closer, I decided to go there. We'd be able to get a ride home and there were showers so Nate could get cleaned up.
"Glory," Steve said when I opened the door. His eyes were focused on Nate. "Soda, I think you better get in here," he called. Dad started to walk out.
"If it's about the lady's ford, I do-," he started to say, but stopped when he saw Nate. "Oh my gosh, what happened?" he asked. He walked towards Nate and I and led us to the chairs.
"I told ya, Ben doesn't like Nate," I said. Nate looked at me; I couldn't tell what his expression was like. His eyes were black and blue and his nose was pouring a steady stream of blood. Dad got some wet rags and gave them to Nate and me. I cleaned my face while Nate pressed his to his nose.
"Your mother isn't going to be happy," dad told us.
"She's already pissed at me for coming home drunk; you think this is going to affect me? Nate on the other hand," I trailed off. Nate shrugged. I was finally free of Ben, but would I ever be okay with guys? They were lying, cheating, and dirty rotten- UGH!
Boo-hoo, sob, sob, now it's the typical almost got raped story. Will I ever be okay with guys? type of thing. Clips ahoy!
Steady streams of tears were pouring out of my eyes. I felt them on my tongue. Why was this happening to me? I looked to my side, seeing Nate. The swelling in his face was huge. I held the phone close to my ear. 'Please, please, be some kind of sick joke.' I thought.
That was a teaser. You got a glimpse at something but it wasn't a lot. Aren't I a sweetheart? Death ahead! (Okay, that's not a good thing)