Hey guys, Just wanted to update. :)
Sorry the ending of this chapter is bleh. I'm falling asleep as I write this, hence the sleepiness part of the whole thing, ha!
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By the way- Jasmine is not supposed to be in anyway Cherry Valance. I can get where you think she is with her red hair, but she's not. She's based off of my friend, Melissa. Jasmine is also based off of Hayley Williams, lead singer of Paramore. Just thought I'd clear that up.
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Last thing - I try to make all my thoughts italics, but it usually doesn't work that way. I 'proof' it too fast on document manager. Sorry! I'll try my best.
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The three boys all looked like they were all in their teens. The one I was eyeing was wearing blue jeans, a pair of boots, and a white t-shirt with an orange flannel over shirt. He had brown hair, with dark chocolate brown eyes. He had a crazy, reckless look in his eyes. All of the boys were beating up the swanky looking guys, and I felt happy inside. Those stupid boys were no good, and deserved to be beaten up. Maybe they'd learn how to act proper, I thought. I doubted it though.
The "heroes" looked like they were winning, and for that I was thankful for. Ben helped fight, while I just laid on the road like a bump on a log. I didn't want to get in their way. There was one boy who was on our side, he had blonde hair, and a black leather jacket on. The other one, had blondish brown hair, with green eyes. None of them were very hard on the eyes, and I caught myself staring a few times.
The boys who were helping us fight must have been really good, because the high class looking guys ran away. I was proud of the boys who had helped us; even though I had no idea who they were. I was so thankful, and I knew if they hadn't had helped us, I'd be in trouble. I was still lying on the ground, and when the swanky guys left they all kneeled down to me. Jesus Christ, I thought. The one who I had my eye on smiled at me. He had a really pretty smile. I bet lots of girls liked him.
"Hey, are you guys okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Ben, are you okay?" I replied with, dumbfounded by how gorgeous that boy was.
"I am."
"Good." I replied. "Hey, thank you for helping us."
"Of course, we always help people who get jumped. My name's Sodapop. Sodapop Curtis. But you, can call me Soda." He responded with that, and I didn't know what to say.
"Uhm, my name is Jasmine. Jasmine Spencer. And this is my brother, Ben." I managed to say, half teasing him. He smiled.
"You do know those Socs pulled a blade?" The one who was wearing the leather jacket said. He looked mean, and I truthfully didn't want anything to do with him, but he saved me from the "Socs", and I had to respect him. I knew I'd have to respect him, anyway.
"Yeah, I'm aware." I said, annoyed.
"You have a huge gash along your pretty face." Sodapop said. I couldn't help but blush, and thank goodness he looked away to see what the other boys were doing.
I felt the side of my face, and looked at my hand. There was bright, crimson, sticky blood all over it. I wiped it on my pants.
"Meh, no big deal." I replied.
"No big deal! What the hell, Jazzy! You're head is bleeding, a lot! We gotta get you home, now." Ben said, frantically.
"Matches your hair, man." The light brown headed boy said.
I couldn't help but laugh. I have dyed my hair ruby red ever since I was thirteen, because I was looking through old baby pictures and I saw a picture of me with bright, bright red hair. When I got older, it got a gross looking brown color, so I dyed it red ever since.
"Ben, I don't want to go home."
"Well, you do need to do something with that cut. Looks serious. You could come to my house; we have a first aid kit and everything. We're used to this kinda stuff happening." Sodapop said.
"Oh, alright." Ben replied. "Let's get going, then."
We were on our way to the Curtis'. I didn't exactly know what to expect. It didn't take very long either, turns out, we live on the same street. The house was small, like ours. It was a beige, cream color with a brown roof. As we headed to the door, Soda said "Man, everyone's here. Don't be alarmed, everyone in our house right now is real nice, and they won't hurt you." I nodded, wondering if he was psychic or something, how the hell would he know who was in his house? We walked in, and everyone turned and looked at us. There were four other boys in there.
"What the fuck happened?" asked a boy who had rusty hair and long sideburns.
"This is Jasmine, and her brother Ben. They got jumped by some Socs at the Nightly Double." Sodapop said.
"Oh, get her on the couch. I'll get the first aid kit." Said a tall, lean guy who seemed like a fatherly figure but looked way too young to be one.
I laid down on the couch. Ben stayed standing. I didn't know what to do, should I talk to them? Smile at them? I had no idea, so I just kept quiet.
"By the way, my name's Ponyboy, I'm Soda's brother. And this here is Dallas Winston." The light brown haired boy said, as he pointed to the blond wearing the leather jacket. "And this is Two-Bit, Johnny, Steve, and Darry will be helping you with your cut." He kept going, pointing to each of them. They all said hello or waved in one way or another.
"Where you from?" Dallas asked.
"Joplin, Missouri." I replied, happy that someone started a conversation with me so I didn't feel dumb just laying on the couch.
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
"My parents got a divorce and we moved here with my Dad. We live a few houses down." I responded.
"Do you know about the Greasers and the Socs?" Two-Bit asked.
"Um, no… Should I?" I replied. I wanted to know everything I had to, so I could finally fit in in Tulsa.
"Yeah, that's kinda important." Soda said. "The Socs live on the west side. They drive fancy cars, Have high end clothes, cause trouble, and jump us. They are the ones who jumped you, obviously. We're Greasers. We're low class, 'hoods' who steal things and drive old souped up cars, and get in a rumble every once in a while."
"We're Greasers?" I asked. "Already?"
"Well, yeah. What did you think you were?" Dallas replied.
"Agreed." I said. At that moment, Darry came in holding the first aid kit.
"Jasmine, you're gon' need stitches." Darry announced.
I didn't want stitches. I was nearly petrified of them. I nodded my head. I was extremely worried, but I knew I could trust those boys; they were too nice to hurt anyone. Darry pulled out a needle, and some thread. I felt my stomach drop. He started stitching me up. I clenched my teeth as he weaved the needle and thread through my skin. Ben looked horrified; I don't think he believed what was happening. And to be honest, I didn't, either.
After about what seemed forever, Darry said he was finished. Thank goodness, I thought. I wanted to go home. As much as I adored Sodapop and stuff, I was really tired and I needed a nap, or something. I felt like a zombie I was so tired.
"Thank you guys, I don't know what we would have done without you." I said.
"Anytime." Johnny responded.
"I don't want to sound rude or anything, but I think I gotta go home. I'm real tired."
"No problem. Hope you feel better." Darry said.
"Thanks for everything." I said, and hurried out the door.
"Wait!" Soda yelled.
"What?" I asked.
"Will I see you tomorrow?"
"Sure." I replied, and kept walking. I felt like I was in a dream state. Did Sodapop Curtis really just ask me if he'd see me tomorrow? As I got home, I flopped on my bed and fell into a state of total relaxation. And I liked it.
I guess I slept until the next day, because there was a knock on the door. I answered it, and it was the gang.