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Chapter 4
"Hey Johnny! Ponyboy!" Dally was lying on the bed with just his underwear. He looked like he was back to normal. Then it hit me, Dally could take anything coming his way. He was tough like that. "You got any weed?" He asked. He looked impatient.
"Here." Johnny gave him a pack of cigarettes. Dally looked at the packaged and cussed it for not being a Kool. I was wondering why Dally wanted to smoke at a time like this. But I better not be asking, or else my head would get clobbered.
"Do you have anything besides these Camels?" He asked. Johnny shook his head. Dally gave a scowl, he normally went for Kools. He decided to turn the subject to something else. "This place is outta here." Dally got up and went towards the door. I could see his side, all bandaged up. "They won't let me smoke!" Dally shut the door roughly. "I want out!" He nearly shouted and then grinned at me. I had to grin back. He flopped on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
"When I'm well, those Socs will pay. I'll get even with them!" Dally nearly yelled. His face looked so angry, I nearly didn't want to mess with him.
"But you can't." Johnny said in his quiet voice. "The fuzz won't listen to us greasers. I mean, we're just greasers." Dally nodded and lit a cigarette. He slowly relaxed and slumped back into his pillows.
"I still want to get even with them." Dally said, trying to make some smoke rings. "They nearly killed me eh?" He cussed and then spat on the floor, for not making any good smoke rings.
I had to agree. Dally was on the verge of being dead, but now he's okay. He could get through anything that comes to his way. But is it worth it getting even with the Socs? Just because they nearly kill you? Is it worth it? Those questions kept echoing in my head, giving me a big headache.
"Ponyboy, you all right man?" Johnny asked. He clamped a hand on my shoulder. I shook my head. "You kinda spaced out." He placed a hand on my forehead. "You're a bit warm. Maybe we should head on home."
"Yeah, get on." Dally snuggled back under the covers. "Later dudes." He rolled over and I think he fell asleep. Johnny gave me a small smile.
"Bye Dally." I said. Man, my head really did hurt. I rubbed my temple and head on out into the bright sunlight. Johnny and I headed down to my house.
"Do you know what Dally's gonna do?" Johnny asked when we were clear from other people.
"I don't know Johnny." I answered, my answer sounded stupid. So, I decided to tell him what I thought. "I think he means, he's going to kill a Soc." I said quietly. Johnny's eyes went wide with fear.
"He'll get the chair." Johnny said. His voice was barely a whisper.
"Yeah." I didn't have anything better to say. I too, was afraid.