Soda's POV:
After dinner that night, Pony had fell asleep on the couch. I had felt that something was wrong with him because he was acting very different.
"Darry," I said. "Did you notice tonight at dinner that Pony was acting different?."
"Yeah," he replied. "Actually I did. He looked like he was in pain. I mean, did you see him wince everytime his back touched the chair?."
I nodded. Then I ran up to Ponyboy and lifted his shirt up. Sure enough there was a huge bruise on his back.
"Darry," I yelled. "Get in here!."
Darry came rushing in from the kitchen and skidded to a stop when he saw Pony's back. He sighed and kneeled beside me. He turned Ponyboy over and lifted up his shirt to look at his stomach. Sure enough, there were a couple brusies there too. He gently woke Pony up.
"Pony, wake up," he said. "Come on, Pony!."
Ponyboy blinked and looked up at Darry and me.
"What happened today," Darry asked.
Ponyboy sighed and explained his whole story about James and his friends jumping him.
"What am I am gonna do, Darry," he asked.
"Soda is off from work tomorrow so he will stay with you," Darry repiled. "Don't go anywhere without him."
Ponyboy nodded and fifteen mintues later, he was asleep.
'Poor kid,' I thought.
Pony's POV:
The next morning Soda woke me up around ten. He suggested we go for a walk. As we walked we saw James and his gang come toward us.
"Oh no, Soda," I said. "They're comin'. I'm scared, Soda."
"It's ok, kid," he assured me. "Stay behind me."
James walked up to us with his five friends close behind him.
"Well, well," he said. " What do we have here? A little baby greaser with his big brother to protect him."
James and his friends burst into laughter and Sodapop got really mad.
"Shut-up you stupid socs," Soda growled. "Ponyboy, you get behind me and you stay behind me."
I backed up into the wall and watched James and Soda yell at each other. Then it turned into a big fight. Soda, James and two other socs were fighting with each other. The two remaining socs grabbed me and began beating the hell outta me. There was no chance of me fighting back.
"SODA," I screamed. "SODA! HELP ME!."
Soda was beyond hearing me. I thought this day couldn't get any worse. I cursed myself for saying that when the fuzz showed up a second later. The socs stopped fighting at once.
"What in hell's name is going on here," a cop asked.
"Oh thank the lord," James said. "These two greasers were beating us up. We tried all we could to stop them but they wouldn't stop. Please help us."
The officer looked disgusted and called two other officers to come. They grabbed me and Soda and put us in the police car. I couldn't believe what was happening. James was setting us up.
"What will happen to them," James asked.
"Don't worry son," the cop said. "These two greasers are two young to go to jail. They will get sent to the boys home."
James turned around and smiled to his friends.
"Just like I planned it."