Due to ridiculously short chapters, I'm going to punish myself and make
this one LONG. And thanks to all my reviewers again! I believe there's
eight or nine reviews now? That
makes me happy! You know, every story
has to have getting jumped
by socs in it. YAY FOR THE BIG WORDS
IN THIS CHAPTER THAT MAKE ME
SEEM SMART.
Chapter Three
However, another blow wasn't what came. (A: Too lazy to make a whole fight scene.) Instead, I found my wrist being grabbed roughly as I was pulled to my feet, staring into the eyes of none other than Dallas Winston. I looked over my shoulder and found the socs running back to their car. Only Dally could make someone run just by the mere sight of him.
We'd caused such a racket that we got kicked out of the movie house. It was understandable. I mean, would you want someone interrupting your movie with their incessant yelling? (A/N: Ooh, big word for Michelle). All I had to say in our defence was that it was the socs fault, but that didn't go over very well with the manager, considering he was a soc himself. Hmm, I didn't know that fourty year olds were into the whole greaser/soc thing. Apparently I was wrong. Even adults are part of the soc/greaser groups. It was hard to imagine an adult (other than Darry, who's just barey and adult) being a greaser. I mean, when you think of adults you think they'd rather be socs or something...
"Er... do people usually get jumped by socs around here?" I asked the three boys, since I wasn't really familiar with Tusla, and hardly even knew about the greaser/soc thing.
They exchanged glances, blinked, and nodded. I guess it happened quite often then. Somehow I didn't really feel like Tusla was the safest place to live anymore. Who wants to live in a town where people get jumped everyday? Not that I'd leave if I had a chance to. I had great friends here, and I'd never leave them, even if it meant escaping the socs and getting to live... normally. Like a normal girl should.
"...Have any of you guys ever gotten jumped?" I asked, almost afraid to. I'd hate the socs more than I already do if I ever found out they'd done anything to one of them... And it was pretty hard to hate them more than I already did after the theatre incident. He'd given me a headache from pulling my hair.
More exhanged glances and nods.
"Sometimes it's not that bad," Johnny said quietly, and I was surpised because he'd hardly said a word since we ;eft the movie house.
"Sometimes they almost kill you," Ponyboy added.
It seemed that they were taking turns speaking, because Dally spoke next.
"And sometimes they do kill you. Although that happens rarely."
At the silence that followed after that sentence that went on for a few minutes before Ponyboy decided to break it.
"...Anyone want a weed?"
Johnny and Dally accepted, but I told him straight out that I didn't smoke. Sure, like any normal person, I'd tried it before, but it just wasn't for me. Besides, who wants black lungs and yellow teeth? Most importantly, who wants to possibly die at 20? I mean Pony's only fourteen, and he smokes alot. But I'd heard of people smoking at younger ages, so it's not really that bad.
After such a close-call with the socs, I was glad to see the Curtis' house was now in view...
(At The Curtis')
I wasn't suprised that Two-Bit was drunk when we arrived, but I was suprised that he interrupted Mickey Mouse to drag me into the kitchen, a grin flickering across his face. An evil grin. Oh god, he isn't going to rape me, is he? I got my answer sooner than I thought, and was relieved that it was proved negative.
"So I see Johnny's taken a liking to you." He winked. I just stood there, looking confused. A... liking? He's drunk, doesn't know what he's talking about... those were my thoughts. My frantical, panic-stricken thoughts. He couldn't possibly like me back. That's against every rule of crushes... It's why they call it a CRUSH for crying out loud! Someone's bound to get crushed! Oh my god. I regained enough composure to manage a 'What?'
"Ya know what. You and I both saw the way he jumped to go to the movies with Pony after you said you'd go. Everyone saw it. It's not hard to see that Johnnycakes' got himself a little crush," Two-Bit slurred. Oh yeah, he was way past drunk. Maybe he was insane. Call the phsychiatrist (A/N: if thats spelt right...), Doctor, doctor, we've got an emergency!
He must have noticed that my face was growing red, because his grin widened.
"You like him too, don't ya?"
I stared at him, shocked and appauled. Well, trying to look appauled anyway.
"No!" I said quickly. Maybe too quickly. Wow, Two-Bit was the first smart drunk I'd ever known. I hadn't shown any signs of liking Johnny, yet he figured it out. Not that I was going to admit it. Especially not to him.
"That was a little quick."
Damnit.
"If you're so sure of yourself, why are you asking me?" I snapped, annoyed.
"Oh so you do?"
I sighed, but let a michevious grin of my own spread across my face.
"Maybe."
"Ooh, I'm telling!" And then his head drooped onto the counter, and before I knew it, he was asleep. Good riddance.
"It's not hard to see that Johnnycakes' got himself a little crush." Ohmygod. I love that sentence. It's sheer brilliance, right? Ooh, more big words. Don't ask. I'm in a big-words kinda mood. Hopefully this chapter was long enough! I'll start working on chapter four right away.
