Chapter Four
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Sandy began to cry and Soda held her tight. This was beginning to become a habit. Sandy's moods were up and down. Soda thought maybe it was to do with her father. Ponyboy had been the same when their parents died. Fine in minute crying the next.

"Soda" She began.

"Hey there Greaser?" A voice said coolly.

Soda let go of Sandy and turned slowly.

Sandy backed up against the truck. Steve shot up in time to see five Socs surround his friend. He jumped up fixing his belt and turned to Sandy.

"Get the gang." He hollered at her. Sandy nodded and took off.

Steve knew she'd be no good in a fight but Evie would be fine. He'd seen her and Sylvia take on many a Soc. He found it highly amusing to watch. Sandy hadn't gone too far when she ran into Two-Bit. He looked at her strangely as she ran up to him. Sandy quickly explained the story and he told her where to find Dallas. Sandy nodded and ran on. Dallas was were Two-Bit said he'd be. He was standing outside Buck's smoking a cigarette. Sandy was sure the fight would be long over by now but she felt she had to tell him anyway.

Dallas watched her come slowly up the steps. Sandy didn't mind saying that Dallas Winston terrified her. She quickly spilled out the story and asked him to let Darry know. She was tired and was going home.

Soda was on the ground fending off punches. This had turned out to more like a rumble. More Socs had turned up and so had more greasers. There were punches flying everywhere and in the middle was Evie. She'd jumped on some Socs back and was hitting him on the head.

Someone grabbed the Soc that was on Soda and tossed him to one side. Darry held out his hand and pulled him up.

"Soda we gotta get of here man. The fuzz will arrive any minute."

Ponyboy had arrived too and was laying into a smaller soc. Darry grabbed him and headed for the truck. He picked up several of the gang along the way. Dallas shook his head when Darry approached him and continued to puch his victim. They could hear the sirens in the distance and Dally decided maybe it would be better to leave. He jumped into the back of the truck as it was pulling off.

Soda smiled at Evie. "You did good." he said although it hurt to talk.

Darry looked at him in the mirror he could hear the pain in his voice. Soda had received a good kicking in that fight.The socs hated him and it didn't help that most their girlfriends thought he was cute. "Maybe we should get you the hospital"

"No they ask too many questions." Soda replied his breathing coming in short pants.

Steve lay his head against the window of the truck, it was pounding from adrenaline and drink. His knuckles were all grazed from where he punched the hell out of some Socs faces. He smiled to himself at the memory. He had a small cut over his left eyes and had to wipe the blood away every few seconds.

Two-Bit was pretty bad off too. He was barely conscious after the Soc he was fighting started banging his head off the ground. Darry was so pre occupied with Soda he didn't even notice and it wasn't until Evie, who was supporting a black eye herself, starting shaking him that Darry stopped the truck. He turned around the look in the back. They were a sorry looking bunch really he understood now why respectable people would cross the street to avoid them, looking like this they'd scare anyone.

"Okay that's it." He sighed and turned around to head back to the hospital.

The waiting room was full of Greasers. Causalities from the fight. Darry had to half carry in Two-bit and Soda was paling by the minute. The recepionist looked up as they entered. She called for a trolley for Two-Bit and Soda and made the rest take a seat.

"What's wrong with you kids, somebody will get killed one of these days." She sighed.

Darry watched as Soda was taken off. He had some forms to fill out but it was hard to concentrate. He looked over at Pony and Steve.

"Are you two alright?" He asked.

"I barely had time to hit anyone I'm fine." Pony said.

"Steve?" Darry asked asked again.

"Humh what? oh yeah fine just fine." He said wrapping his arm around Evie.

"Where did Miss Prim go?" Evie asked.

Ponyboy glared at her, who was she to judge Sandy. Just becase she'd rather fight. Girls shouldn't fight in his opinion.

"She went home." Dallas answered. "She said she was tired. To be honest the girl didn't look so good."

"No she never seems to look good these days." Evie added recieving another look from Pony