(A/N: I'm back! –Gets mauled by angry fans- Ow! Ow-not the face! I know its been like a month but I had school and stuff. I'm updating now though! Sorry!)
Shelley ran until she could run no more. Small beads of sweat ran off of her foreheads and dripped down her cheeks, mingling with tears.
Where was Soda? Where was she?
The small girl stared at her surroundings, a small sense of fear showing in her eyes.
A twig snapped.
"H-Hello?" asked the small girl trembling. Laughing danced in the shadows, and people surrounded the girl.
"What'd you think we should do with her?" asked a black haired boy. Pressed tan khakis and a maroon madras shirt in view.
"We could take her home and do more…pleasurable activities with her." said a blonde grinning.
"No." intercepted their leader. A tall blonde with shimmering green eyes. "I say we take her. The greasers are bound to wonder where she's gone."
A few murmured in agreement, grinning.
Shelley cast her glance wildly around, before making a mad dash between one of the socs legs. She squirmed through before scrambling back up and running as fast as her little legs would carry her.
Before long her legs gave out and she collapsed on the ground exhausted.
The socs surged around her once more, grinning wildly. "Grab her, Tommy." said the blonde. The black haired soc nodded, and went to grab Shelley.
Shelley made a squeak of protest as his hand wrapped around her wrist, biting down.
Tommy cursed, smacking her. "Son of a bitch!" he cursed.
"Let her go!"
The socs turned around, their eyes casting wildly about. A small group of Greasers stood before them. Their leader, a tall bloke with blonde hair. "You heard me." He growled advancing towards the socs.
The soc leader growled at the offending greaser stepping towards him. "And what are you gonna do about?"
Tim Shepard was not to be messed with. This was a lesson many had learned. Tim merely grinned, cracking his knuckles to show his point. "My outfit against yours."
A glint of hesitation flashed in the soc's eyes. Tim caught this and grinned.
The soc cursed before turning away, and shoving the girl roughly away. "You win this round, greaseball." He spat before signaling the others and stalking off.
Tim merely smirked before turning his cool grey eyes to Shelley. "Your with Curtis." He replied casually. "We'll take you back." And without another word he and his gang strode ahead.
Shelley cocked her head in confusion, wiping at her tear stained cheeks before obediently following. Thoughts ran threw her mind. Why were some people nice and others mean? How did people turn up when you least expected them too? And most important, when was she going home?
