Chapter Five
After school me, Johnny and Ponyboy were walking home from school, unaware of what was gonna happen, unaware of the madness that would soon ensue itself upon us. We were peacefully talking about or day, our classes, teachers we liked, teachers we disliked...
Until we heard the sound of a motor behind us, and who should pull up in a brown mustang? About four socs. Two boys and two girls. They'd all been in me and Johnny's class.
"Damn," I heard Ponyboy mutter under his breath, as he started to walk faster.
"Don't," I could hear one of the girls saying through the open car window. "I don't wanna be here when you do this..."
"It'll be fine baby," the soc who appeared to be her boyfriend cooed.
First out of the car was the two boys, the girls following hesitantly in their footsteps.
One girl had dark curly hair, freckles and dark eyes, while the other was blonde, green-eyed, and had a perfect complexion. They were both beautiful in their own unique ways.
"Don't say nothin'," Ponyboy and Johnny said at the same time, turning to me.
I obeyed, as the soc boys grins widened with each step they took towards us. The switchblades in their hands were hard to miss.
"Hey greasers," said the soc with light, neat brown hair and eye-glasses.
I raised an eyebrow, but said nothing still. Nor did Pony and Johnny. Neither did the soc girls. So, the other soc spoke.
"Looking for a beating?"
"Look-" Ponyboy started. "We ain't lookin' for no trouble."
The neat-haired soc grinned.
"You don't have to, trouble just found you."
I smiled.
"Well, we don't need any trouble right now. You're welcome to come back later and try again though."
The soc frowned at me, his eyes narrowing into slits of ice.
"So grease girl's got some smart-ass comments, eh?"
I wasn't trying to make any rude comments.
"You think you're tough, don't you?" I asked, smiling a crooked smile, about to say something else.
Ponyboy clamped his hand over my mouth, a look of panic in his eyes.
"Shh," he said, his eyes widened a fair amount.
I nodded, his hand still over my mouth.
With that, other soc boy pulled Ponyboy off of me, and shoved him to the ground. He was hitting everywhere he could. It was horrible to watch.
The neat-haired one was doing the same to Johnny, beating him repeatedly... I couldn't watch anymore. Until a voice, only a few feet away rang out;
"What the fuck is going on here!"
I closed my eyes. Dallas. He'd stop this.
He dragged the the soc off Johnny, threw him to the ground and began to pound his face in. He kicked him in the ribs, smashed his head repeatedly off the ground... By now the soc that had been attacking Ponyboy had run off, much to my delight. I'd have to see less fighting.
"Dallas! Stop! That's enough!" I said, attempting to pull him off the soc.
Attempt failed.
"If I ever see you around any of these fuckin' kids again... I'll... I'll fuckin' kill ya!"
Another shot to the face.
"Dallas! You're going to kill him!"
Another kick to the ribs.
"Dally, STOP!" All three of us screamed.
Another punch in the stomach.
All three of us rushed over to him, yelling all kind of things at the same time, making it impossible to understand us.
Another shot to the jaw. And he smashed his head off the pavement again.
It took all three of us to get him off the guy, and when we finally did, the guy took off running.
"I'm suprised he can move at all," Johnny said in a voice barely above a whisper.
"Yeah," I agreed, eyeing Dally suspiciously. "Me too."
Well, there it is.
