I'm baaack! Okay, so (as some of you might already know) I went to New York for a little more than a week and came back on the 3rd. Long, long train ride, but it did give me a chance to write down most of this chapter.

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Okay, sugar dumplings, on with the mystery of Johnny and Angelina's relationship!

Chapter 13: A Bit of Comfort?

For a second, I couldn't think or breathe or move or anything, out of fear that it would trigger one of them to do something. I desperately wanted to scream for someone, but as soon as I opened my mouth, I realized that I had absolutely no idea who that could be. All I could think of was Johnny, and of course, how could I call on him now? After all, it was mostly his fault that all this was happening to me: he was a Greaser which immediately brought all these damn Socs down on me; plus, if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't even be in this lot right now...'probably would have been over at the Curtis', safe, warm...

"Get on the ground," one of them said. His voice was a little shaky though, like even he was unsure of his actions. He looked kind of young too, maybe even fifteen. I knelt down in front of one of them, not really sure if it was the one that had given me the command or not. In the dark (and in this situation), they all looked pretty much the same to me.

A light shone in my face now, probably a flashlight or something and one of them with a sort of high pitched voice said, "God, Johnny, she looks like she's thirteen or something! Maybe we should just get out of here."

Johnny. I thought wildly, suddenly regaining my composure, that bastard. And then, I stood up, not facing anyone in particular and brushed my skirt off.

"Where the hell is Johnny?"There was silence for a few seconds, then the boy next to me, on my right, laughed and raise his hand a bit to show that he was the guilty party. I turned directly towards him and kicked him right where it hurts. Then, somebody smacked me in the back of my head, but I barely felt it. The two other boys just stared at me for a while , then back at "Johnny" who was holding his crotch on the ground. Then, the one holding the flash light shined it down on Johnny. I suddenly realized what I had just done–the guy didn't even look in any way like Johnny Cade...

But what was done was done and there was absolutely no time to think about it. Thankfully, I sort of snapped out of my daze before the other two, and I took the chance to get the hell outta there and head towards someone's house. But first, I had to gain some momentum; they were too close now for me to stop or anything, so I kept running until I was a good distance ahead of the both of them, then turned into a shabby house.

I pounded on the door as hard as I could, scared out of my mind that maybe there was no one there or they wouldn't answer the door soon enough and the two boys would catch up to me.

"What d'you want!" said a female voice from the other side of the door.

" Please God," I gasped, looking behind me. The two were practically about to climb on the porch, "just open the door. Please!"

The door swing open almost immediately and the woman pulled me inside and slammed the door, leaning on it with what looked like all of her weight.

"Well," she said loudly, "don't just stand there, god dammit, help."

"Okay," I said stupidly and leaned on the old door also.

"Let's just go, man,", one of them said, "She ain't gonna come outta there."

"Yeah, I guess," said the boy with a high-pitched voice.

Then, there was the sound of footsteps, which I guessed was them leaving.

"Gosh, ma'am," I said, standing up a little bit, "thanks for all your help and all, but I've really got to get back home."

"Oh no, "she state, shaking her head, "You're not going anywhere, not while they're still out there."

She pointed to the peephole in the door, and sure enough, when I looked through, they were both still standing on the porch with their hands over their mouths, trying not to make any noise.

"God, how'd you know that?"

She shook her blonde head again and chuckled to herself.

"Experience."

I nodded and we waited silently for what seemed like forever for the Socs to finally leave.

She locked the door after they had turned the corner and put a chair under the door knob, the whole time keeping a straight face as if it happened all the time.

"You, uh, really seem to know about what to do in this kind of situation, huh?"

She smirked and ran a hand through her hair.

"Well, livin' with a delinquent pays off, now doesn't it?"

"Um," I stumbled a little over my words. A delinquent? "What delinquent?"

"Aww, he's not bad, just a little tough, you know." I guess I didn't look too comfortable about the whole thing because then she said, "He's still a teenager for Christ's sake, it's all right, you can go up and meet him."

I shrugged and decided that maybe I should since she had been so nice to me. I didn't want her to feel insulted or anything.

So I went down the hall, to the last door on the left, as she had directed me and knocked on the door after a moment's hesitation.

"Mom, you know you don't have to knock..." said a familiar voice from the other side and before I could respond, the door flew open.

And there was Dally, hair askew, shirtless, looking just as shocked as I probably did.

"Angie, what are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? I..." I stopped from telling him about the Socs and everything, remembering how angry he had gotten the last time, so instead I blurted out, "I broke up with Johnny." Oh, well, like that was much better.

He stared at me for an extremely long time then just muttered, "When?"

"Today."

He sighed deeply, then ushered me into his small room. I sat on the bed and gazed around at the posters tacked on his walls.

"God, Dal, I didn't know you liked music."

"Well," he grunted, laying behind me, "I do have a life ya know."

I smiled, but not much. I was still pretty shaken up about the Socs.

"That's too bad," he said after a while.

"What is?"

"You and Johnny. God, you guys were practically the only thing I had hope for anymore."

I almost felt guilty for a second, like I'd let Dally down or something.

Then, he sat up and he...he kissed me.

Okay you guys, I'm listening to Gloria (!) Right now by Van Morrison and I really wish I could think of a little more to write, but I guess I'll just leave you with a cliffhanger for now. It's 3:11 in the morning anyway, so I guess I need to get some shut-eye for tomorrow (which for once in my life, I will be posting another chapter for you all two days in a row!). I'm not even tired...poopy. Read and review!