Author's Note: Please enjoy this! I got some pretty positive feedback to this story so here's Chapter 2!

Disclaimer: I do not and will never own the Outsiders because unfortunately it belongs to S.E. Hinton!

Chapter 2

This day absolutely sucks. Every time I try to stand up from the stool behind the cash register, a wave of dizziness hits me. Steve won't even let me outside to work on the cars because of how pale he says I am.

"Hey Soda, can you come here real quick?" I hear Steve call from the garage.

"Yeah, give me a sec!" I called back. Hesitating for a second, I stood slowly. I was good until I felt nauseous. Then the dizziness hit me again.

I made a quick grab for the counter, but missed and went tumbling to the ground. "Ow.." I groaned in pain.

"Soda? You ok?"

I tried to stand before Steve saw me but it didn't work. He was at my side in a second, looking at me with concern. "What the hell happened?"

I rolled my eyes, thinking it would be obvious. "I fell."

My best friend shook his head and sighed. "Geez Soda...that's it, you have to go home."

"No, no way. I can't go home, Steve, you need the help here." I tried to reason with him.

But he just shook his head, helping me to my feet. "No, you're going home. Superdope will kill me if I keep you here the way you're feelin'."

I sighed in defeat. "Ok..."

"Do you want me to call one of the guys to walk you home?" Steve offered.

I shook my head. I didn't want to bother anyone. "It's not that far, I can get there ok."

Steve hesitated but nodded. "Alright, get goin'. You better get some damned rest too, or I'll make sure the whole gang skins ya."

I grinned. "Yeah, I'd like to see you try. But don't worry, I'll get some rest. Later Steve."

"Later buddy."

I walked out into the bright sunlight, squinting against the harshness of it. As I began to slowly make my way home, I found myself secretly thanking my best friend for sending me home. I don't think I would have been very customer friendly with the way I am feeling. I don't really understand why I don't feel very good, I just know that I'm exhausted.

I was halfway home when I noticed a red Mustang tailing me. Stupid Socs couldn't leave us alone and I definitely wasn't in the mood to deal with them right now. I started to walk faster but the nausea was making it worse.

"Hey grease! How 'bout we give you a haircut, huh?" yelled the Soc in the passenger's seat.

I ignored them and kept walking. They sped up as I did. I started running, trying to fight the sickness I was feeling.

"Get 'im, guys!" I heard the same Soc yell.

I guess I wasn't running fast enough because one caught me around the waist and dragged me into an alleyway, and you better believe I was trying to beat the daylights out of the punk that had me too. They slammed me onto the ground and I bit back a cry of pain, closing my eyes tight. The Soc that had been in the passenger's seat sat on my chest and two others held onto my wrists.

"DALLY! TWO-BIT! STEVE! SOMEONE HELP!" I yelled, hoping someone would hear me.

"Shut him up!" They shoved a rag into my mouth, cutting off any sound I could make. I struggled as hard as I could until I saw the guy on top of me tap something out of his pocket. A blade. He held it to my throat and I winced as I felt the cold metal touch me.

"You're kind of cute...for a Greaser. How'd someone like you get to be so pretty?" asked the Soc, brushing a finger across my cheek.

I jerked back, wary of the knife. Then my eyes widened as he used his free hand to begin unbuttoning my shirt. I screamed against the rag, hoping someone, anyone would hear me.

The Soc slapped me hard across the face, getting sickeningly close to me. "It would be best for you if you didn't make a sound." He then started kissing down my neck and chest. That's when fate decided to be good to me.

"What the hell do you bastards think you're doing? Get offa him!" yelled a familiar voice. Everyone turned their head and I could have cried with relief.

Dallas Winston stood at the opening of the alleyway looking like one of God's own archangels. His icy blue eyes stared in anger at the group of people in front of him.

I struggled, wanting to call out to him, but the rag in my mouth was preventing me from doing so. Dally looked at me, taking in the bruise forming on my cheek from the slap, the knife pressed against my throat, and then coming to a rest at the man who had stopped in the process of kissing my bare chest and unbuttoning my jeans.

"You have 5 seconds to get off of him, you sick pieces of shit!" he yelled.

The Soc on my smirked at Dal. "Get lost, Grease, this doesn't have anything to do with you."

"How 'bout this? You get off of him, or I make you get off of him." I heard Dally pull something out and everyone around me tensed.

"Come on, James, this kid ain't worth getting killed for!" yelled one of the teens holding me down to the one on top of me.

James looked at me and smirked. "This isn't over, pretty boy."

And just like that they were gone.

I lay one the ground, breathing hard. Slowly I reached up and took the rag out of my mouth. Dally was by my side in seconds. "Fuck, Soda, are you ok?" He asked me, looking at me with concern in those sinfully gorgeous blue eyes.

I swallowed hard, not wanting Dally to see me cry, and shook my head. I wasn't ok. I was almost r-r-raped in an alleyway by some Socs! The tears started to fall down my cheeks and without any hesitation Dally took me into his arms.

"Everything's going to be ok, Soda, they ain't going to hurt you no more. I won't let them." he promised and I hoped that he was right. "Come on let's get you home."

He helped me to my feet, making sure to keep a strong arm wrapped around my waist and together we began to walk back towards my house. Darry was going to have a field day with this..

Author's Note: Well, tell me what you think! I got bored at school today, so this is what I did and I really hope that you like it!