Disclaimer: I do not own the outsiders. I wish I did. I don't leave me alone!

Summers POV

It's been two weeks since I got jumped. I had a scar on my cheek. Now my cheek and forehead match. My arm was ok.

The gang and I were playing football in the lot. Well actually I was watching since Darry wasn't there. Then she came.

"You just don't get it do you?" Jay screamed. The gang stopped playing at the sound of her voice.

"What are you doing here?" Sodapop asked.

"I couldn't leave you, Sodapop!" Jay said.

"Why not?"

"You are my boyfriend silly!"

"I'm pretty sure he's not." I said.

"Why wont you leave me and him alone?"

"Because you don't own him." I said calmly.

"But he is my boyfriend."

"Would you shut up with that? Can't you tell he doesn't like you?"

"No he does like me!"

"I only like you as a friend Jay." Sodapop said.

"It's because of you then!" She said pointing at me.

"What did I do?"

"You like Sodapop and you've been trying to steal him since you got here!"

"I haven't been wanting to steal him for two years."

"I'm gonna kick you're butt!"

"Do we have to go into this again?" I asked.

"Obviously we do! You wont learn your lesson!" She wouldn't stop yelling.

"I wont learn my lesson? You wont learn your lesson! Now stop trying to fight me before someone gets really hurt."

"Like you."

"Unlike you I know when to stop fighting before I kill myself!" I walked away to cool down. I started to climb the nearest tree and once I was on the branch she pushed me off. I just lay on the ground. I couldn't help but think about those Socs. My head was aching me. It wasn't my cheek that was bothering me. It was my forehead.

I was holding my forehead and nobody knew why. I landed on my back, so it made no sense for me to hold my forehead. It was like when Dally beat me up and nobody cared, because she meant to hurt me.

"Are you ok?" Jay asked.

"Why do you care?" I asked.

"Look, I'm sorry. I guess I couldn't handle Soda talking to a pretty girl. You're also strong. Not just physically but mentally. You know when to not fight. I'm just jealous of you."

"It's ok. Just leave me alone."

"Fine." She said snobbishly. The gang came rushing over as she left.

"You ok?" Sodapop asked lifting me up to my feet.

"Yeah why?"

"You're just holding you're forehead when nothing happened to it."

"Yeah I'm fine. My head just hurts when I think about how people try to hurt me. Like two weeks ago or eight years ago."

"Hey, you can't blame me for eight years ago!" Dally said.

"I'm not. It just hurt sometimes. Not from pain, but from memories."

"You sure are a weird broad." Dally said.

"Yeah, I sure am."