Disclaimer: I fought S.E. Hinton....and S.E Hinton won.....*sighs and rubs her wounds ruefully* Apparently, she is a closet greaser who knows how to rumble. :)

Well, here we are folks! The last chapter of my epic adventure of Pony's Angela woes! :) Once again, I just want to thank all of you for taking the time to read and review my story-and for providing helpful comments. This chapter was partially sparked by an idea that TheNightimeSky had. She (or he, I'm not sure which gender you are, sorry!) said that Bryon was the one who thought that Pony was oblivious to Angela's advances and I thought, "Oh YEAH. I could totally use that." Yes, it took a little while for the lights to click on. :) Thanks TheNightimeSky!

Anywho, here's the finale of the Operation!

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Chapter Six: Angela-Never Hire a Goon to Do Your Dirty Work for You.

A few weeks after Ponyboy's threat....

I sipped at my Coke with a sour expression. Somehow the drink just didn't have the same sweet, bubbly taste that I always enjoyed. Instead, it was flat and bitter. The place I was in was too crowded, the music too loud, the people too...couple-y.

My brothers informed me that my mood for the past few weeks was the result of my being unable to get a guy who would want to stay with me. I told them I could get any guy I wanted when I wanted. I was just taking a break from all the retards who were out there. My brothers' mocking smirks told me that they didn't believe me, so I came to this party to prove to them that I could too have fun without a boyfriend.

There was only one problem...I was not having fun.

I scowled at the couples dancing. I scowled at the couples drinking. I scowled at the couples kissing. Basically, every couple became a target of my anger.

But then he showed up.

Ponyboy Curtis and his little nitwit friend, Mark. I didn't recognize the other boys who were with them, but I honestly didn't care. All that I cared about was that he had blatantly ignored my warning to stay away from me. Of course there was a possibility that he didn't know I was going to be here, but I chose to ignore that idea.

I glared at his good-looking head until he seemed to realize that someone was staring at him. His eyes met mine and widened for a moment, before he turned away casually as if I didn't exist.

I slammed my drink down on a nearby counter, hissing when some of the liquid sloshed over my hand. I hated being ignored. I was about to march on over there to give him a piece of my mind when I heard someone call, "Hey Bryon! How's it goin'?"

Oh no. They were both here?

My head turned mechanically towards the entrance.

Bryon stood there laughing it up with some friends of his and...he was with another girl! How dare he move on before I could! The chick next to him wasn't even nearly as pretty as I am and...oh wait. Now I sound jealous.

I quickly put on a smug smile, determined to prove to my ex-boyfriend that I was well rid of him. I came up behind him and said, "Hi, Bryon."

He turned around with a cool expression on his face, while his little girlfriend just stared at me. For a moment, he was real quiet and I secretly crowed in triumph over catching him off guard. But then he ruined the moment. "Hi, Angel. You here with Curtis?"

Now I was mad. My face twisted before I could stop it, but I couldn't think of anything nasty enough to say to him. He knew it too as he watched me with that cocky, all-knowing grin of his. I managed to spit some random cuss words at him before stomping off in a hurry. I felt absolutely humiliated and there was nothing I could do about it.

Or was there?

The wheels started turning in my brain. I scanned the room for Ponyboy and spotted him just as he stepped outside with Mark for a drink.

Perfect.

Now I just needed to find a big, burly sleazeball. That certainly wouldn't be hard. In fact, it would be hard not find a guy like that.

I saw a likely candidate sitting on a nearby chair. His legs were sprawled out in front of him, his brown hair a dirty, greasy mess. But his arms could have easily crushed me and he seemed to be a little bit on the tipsy side-ideal conditions for what I had planned.

I strutted over to the chair and sat on the arm, smiling coyly at him. "Hi there."

He blinked and looked around.

Boy, did I ever have a knack for picking the dumb ones.

Finally, he came to the conclusion that yes, there was a girl resting on his chair and yes, she was talking to him. A slow grin crept onto his face. "Hi."

What intelligence!

"Listen, uh..." I waited for a name.

"Kevin." He supplied after he realized what I wanted.

"Kevin." I smiled again. "Would you mind doing me a great big favor?"

"What kind of favor?"

"Well see, there's this boy I know who wants to cause a lot of trouble for me and I don't know what on earth I happened to do to make him angry with me. Just a few weeks ago, he up and threatened me! I'm afraid that he might kill me one day. Would you mind telling him to leave me alone? Please? I'm so very afraid!" I pretended to blink back tears. I could be an actress if I wanted to; I could really play it up.

Burly fell for it too. He was on his feet as soon as he could stagger up out of his chair. "Of course I will! Where is he?!"

"Right this way." I started walking towards the back door, feeling light with victory. Burly took a bit longer to reach the back because he couldn't walk in a straight line, but he eventually made it.

I motioned him closer and cracked open the door. I could see Ponyboy and Mark leaning against the back of a car, each of them holding a drink. I pointed to Pony and sniffed. "There he is! That's him!"

"You stay right here." Kevin patted my shoulder before running out of the building, stomping right towards Curtis.

I waited at the back of the building for as long as I could stand and then quietly slipped out of the place.

Burly seemed to be doing a much better job of angering Ponyboy than I thought, for, by the time I got outside, they were both going at it with their fists.

I paused a moment in admiration of Pony's strong muscles and cat-like fighting style...before I remembered that I was mad at him.

Then things turned ugly.

Kevin ran towards a patch of grass and picked up a beer bottle by its neck. He raised it up, intent on cracking it over his victim's head.

My stomach clenched and I wondered why I cared.

"Hey, come on, man," Mark stepped in between the two boys, his hands out in front of him pleadingly, "fight fair."

I thought Kevin would put the bottle down. It's an unspoken Greaser rule to fight each other with only what each opponent has.

But no, the Angela curse of picking dumb-bells struck...and it did so when the bottle cracked over Mark's head.

Mark, of all people! If Kevin had to take a whack at someone, he could have at least hit the right guy. I clapped a hand to my forehead in exasperation as Mark fell to the ground.

Ponyboy crouched down next to him, shaking him and calling his name. Kevin just stood there as a policeman clapped handcuffs on him.

Wait. A policeman?

Apparently someone had reported the fight before it had even gotten serious.

This just wasn't my day.

I walked over to Kevin after he was read his rights. The policeman eyed me suspiciously. "Miss, we need to take him down to the station now. Would you mind backing away?"

"Can I just have a minute with him, please? He's a good friend of mine." I lied.

The policeman nodded and stepped back a couple of paces.

I jabbed my finger into Kevin's chest and, in a harsh whisper, said, "You idiot! You didn't even get the right one!"

He looked truly sheepish...and a little worried. "I'm sorry. I guess I wasn't thinking."

If I could have a nickel every time a guy has ever said that to me, I would be a millionaire. I just shook my head and headed back towards the party. Right before I went inside though, I felt like someone was watching me.

I glanced back to where Bryon had showed up and was trying to help Mark. Neither one of them were looking at me. Neither was Bryon's little girlfriend. But Ponyboy was.

When our eyes met, his lips pressed into a thin line and he shook his head as if he were disappointed in me.

I wanted to tell him that it was his fault. I wanted to say that I warned him to stay away from me. I wanted to say that revenge had been served.

But suddenly, I felt ashamed. The feeling only lasted for a brief moment and then Ponyboy went back to tending to Mark.

I shook off the guilt and headed back indoors. He deserved it. He and all his rascally, overprotective buddies.

He couldn't hide from girls forever. His friends wouldn't always be there for him. One day a girl would end up breaking his heart.

But it wouldn't be me. I had learned my lesson.

I was never, ever going to make a play for another Curtis boy again.

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And there you have it! My first complete fanfiction story that is not a one-shot! I hope you all enjoyed and I thank you for reading. You guys have been totally awesome and I really appreciate all the feedback. Have a great time celebrating the holidays. Happy New Year!