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Dally POV
When I saw the Socs following me, I picked up the pace. The last thing I wanted was to be teased more. I didn't really understand why they didn't like me. Maybe they just didn't like my personality before I lost my memories.
At any rate, I decided to stop running and face my fears. I turned, grinning friendly.
"Hey, greaser!"
"Hey!" I said, not quite interpreting their tones correctly. They had odd, insincere smiles that reminded me of one of those evil characters on tv.
"Greaser, are you sassing us?" They walked towards me, forcing me to back up into a locker.
"No." I said softly, as they formed a semi-circle around me. One pulled out a tool I recognized (I had one in my top drawer for some reason) a switch blade.
"What are you-" But I was cut off by a punch to my ribs. I doubled over, and as my stomach screamed in pain, I saw a boy walk by.
"Curley!" I shouted, but too late. No way he would help me. I submitted myself to the blows, and couldn't help but be reminded of that time in prison.
I gasped at the memory and I screamed, "No, please, don't touch me! Don't touch me there!" I think I screamed some other stuff too, but I don't remember what it was. Whatever it was, it probably saved my life. The Socs looked confused, and for some reason they backed off.
"What the hell?" One said. A boy with shaggy blondish hair sank to his knees, an almost concerned look on his face.
"Hey, you guys leave. I'm gonna take Winston to the nurse. I'll say that I found him this way. They wont ask too many questions. After all, it is Dallas Winston."
"But man, what the hell! Why did he say...that? It sounded like-"
"I know what it sounded like! I'm not eight." The boy knelt down to my level and stared at me calculatingly. When he next spoke, his voice was softer, almost pitying, although I still detected a note of disgust.
"Were you...raped?" I didn't understand the word. I mentally ran through my vocabulary, but I had no recollection of this word. Perhaps it wasn't significant enough, or perhaps, like so many other painful memories, it was buried under years of toughness.
"What?"
"Winston, were you raped? Cuz when we were beating on you...you said some weird stuff. Real weird."
"What does 'raped' mean?" The Soc snorted, and helped my shakily to my feet. I grinned at him, and his face clouded with a strange emotion that I didn't recognize. Somewhere between confusion and relief.
He led me (half leading, half dragging) to the nurses office. I thought it was really nice of him to help me after beating me up. I bet I didn't do that before I had no recollection.
"Hey, what's your name?"
"Thats sad that you've beaten everyone I care about, including me, to a pulp, and you still don't know my name."
"I'm sorry." I looked down ashamedly at my feet, my eyes blurring. It seemed no matter where I went, my reputation followed my like an extremely loud shadow.
"Randy." He finally said curtly. We entered the nurses office, and the nurse smiled sweetly at me.
"Hi honey. What can I do for you?" I smiled, almost nervously at her. She was younger than any teacher I had yet see, probably only a few years older than Darry. She had soft blonde hair and china blue eyes, and she reminded me of a doll.
"Well?" She prompted.
"Um." I looked pleadingly at Randy, who rolled his eyes, and told the lie about finding me hurt on the ground.
"Hm." The nurse didn't seemed convinced at the tale.
"It's true." I said, figuring I owed Randy, although for what I wasn't sure. She nodded, and began to patch up my wounds.
"So, Randy, what grade are you in?"
"I'm a...uh, senior in high school."
"Wow." I stared at him reverently for a moment, thinking that I had never met anyone scarier. Darry was probably bigger, but Darry was like a big teddy bear. A teddy bear that could beat up people who messed with his brothers.
"Yeah. Winston, what the fuck is your problem? Is it just cuz you were raped and so you've gone all soft?"
I was astonished at the forwardness of this comment. Unfortunately, I couldn't really think of anything to say, so I settled for, "don't swear."
Randy practically growled and rolled his eyes, leaving the room.
I felt a strange sensation, as if I were being watched. I looked around and just barely spotted a girl sitting in the shadows of the nurses office.
"Hey, have I seen you before?"
"Yeah. We have lunch together. I'm angela." She had a really quiet voice, and she averted her eyes. this wasn't at all how I had imagined Angela Shepard, sister of Tim the law breaker, and Curley, the bully.
Infact, from the little gossip I had heard on the first day, about forty percent of it was about Angela, and none of it was very nice.
"Are you hiding?" For some reason I whispered loudly instead of talking, and she laughed. Her laugh was light, and reminded me of wind chimes.
"Hey, how old are you?" I asked, for some reason feeling more comfortable around her after that laugh.
"17. I know you are too, but you always denied it. Said that you were 21."
"Sorry for lying to you." The wind chimes sounded again.
"No problem. I've heard the story." She rolled her eyes. "I'm a little more intelligent and observant than the average Soc."
I laughed, and then blushed. "I feel bad now. That was mean to Randy."
"He beat you up. I think that you deserve to laugh at him."
"He didn't-"
"Save your excuse. I know that he beat you up, and I have no idea why you are covering for him."
"Randy is nice. He saved me from the Socs. I screamed something, and then he took me here." She nodded pensively, and then stood from the shadows.
I could see that she was shorter than me by a lot. She wore mostly black, like she was at a funeral. Even her nails were painted black. But her face was pale, and devoid of make-up. I thought that was strange because when Pony spoke of her, he always said she wore way too much make-up for his liking.
She caught me staring at her, and I looked away, blushing. "I heard that Curley thinks that you are related to us." She rolled her eyes. "The idiot."
"What? I'm not related to you. I don't think."
"No, don't worry you are. You don't have any dirty Shepard blood running through your veins."
"What? Dirty, I don't know what you-"
"Please. There Tim, who's in jail for a murder he didn't commit, Curley, who's so stupid he actually thinks girls like jerks, and me, the whore."
"What's a whore?"
"A slutty girl." An image came to my mind of a girl in shorts far too short and a shirt too low for my liking. I winced, and I couldn't help wondering how that image got in my head.
"You aren't a-that." She laughed, but not her wind chime laugh. This laugh was bitter and sarcastic.
"Sure I'm not."
"You don't sound like you believe that."
"It's sarcasm." I asked what that was, and the whole subject of her family was dropped, but not forgotten.
I walked Angela home even though she didn't want me to. I said that I needed to see if Curley was ok. After all, he had looked almost scared today when he saw the Socs beating me up.
My bruises still hurt, but I didn't really care. I had dealt with worse, even in my memory.
Angela's house was as small as the Curtis', but not as well kept. Alcohol bottles littered the front yard and the street in front of the house. A tall chain link fence protected a yard of brambles, which covered the entire house in a gray and brown mass. The house itself looked almost lopsided, and paint of god-knows-what-color was not so much chipping, as fleeing away from the termite ridden shingles.
"Hey, would you rather come to my house? I mean, it's the Curtis' house technically, but I'm sure Darry wont mind."
"No. Thank you so much Dallas."
"Could you call me Dally? Or Dal. But not Dallas...that sounds too scary." She smiled at me.
"Ok. I'll see you tomorrow Dal."
"Yeah, I'll try ta find you at lunch. I mean, if you want me to." For some reason, I blushed, and she smiled and her laugh tinkled.
"Yeah. You do that." I waved goodbye, and began slowly walking home, admiring the late autumn sunset.
I was broken from my reverie by a scream, coming from the direction I had come. I sprinted back to Angela's house, and didn't hesitate at the "No Trespassing" sign.
"Angela!" I yelled. It had to have been her who screamed. I wondered vaguely if she had fallen down the stairs.
"Dally, don't!" She yelled back, followed by another pain filled scream.
Inside the living room, a man stood, fists raised. The man bore a shocking resemblance to Tim. I knew it was her father, and I wasn't quite naive enough to not know what he was doing.
A white hot flash of anger emerged like flipping a switch, and I walked purposely towards him, and punched him with all the force I possessed.