I do not under any circumstances own THE OUTSIDERS; S.E. Hinton beat me to writing it… *shakes fist like old Grandma/Grandpa*
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JARROD POV
Walking back from the Daily Double was freaking me out. Ya I had the gang to watch my back, but the cool winds in August hinted of bad things. We were coming back it was about midnight and things were just getting started. For the past two blocks a blue Mustang brimming with Socs had been trailing us.
You might have thought beating their jacked up preppy asses would make them back off. Nope. They had to beat us twice as hard. Before Socs would back off if one of our girls was around, but now they didn't care.
Flicking his cigarette Steve tightened his arm around Christie, his girlfriend for the past month. Two-Bit smiled and sped up our pace. Soda bent down to pick up an old discarded pop bottle. Pony looked around trying to use his head and then was handed a chain by Darry.
I started pulling out the switchblade Two-Bit helped me steal. The Soc filled car pulled to a stop and all of them jumped out; I counted eight in total. The leader sneered at us, "What are you ugly greasers and your overused broads doing here?"
No one could say anything. It was one thing to disrespect us, but the ladies were something else. Some of them had some class; they just didn't show it all the time. Darry's girl, Angela or Avengela (A/N: got it from avenging), piped up, "We are walking. It's something you do instead of driving. Sometimes it's considered exercise. You boys should really try it sometime."
The head Soc pushed back his blonde hair giving Darry a dirty look. "Darrel your girls gotta mouth. I might need to teach her how to control it."
"Well, Paul, ya better shut up before I beat your scrawny backside again."
Paul was once Darry's friend. Back when Darry was in high school playing as quarterback Paul was his best linebacker. They were buddy, buddy according to Pony. You could see it in their eyes; all the friendly moments were gone. They were only enemies now and forever.
"Paul just let us go. You're out numbered. We have a few tricks." Pony wasn't lying too much. We had blades, chains, and pop bottles. Our numbers were less though, only seven to their eight. Well six, though I could call my little brother Brayden from here. He teamed up with Pony on one Soc. They both were tiny, but could pack a punch.
My brother and I meet up with Pony and the gang when we read about them. Both of us were from the city and we needed a safer place. They needed new member and we easily bonded. No initiation like they had in New York, just a quick we're buddies. They weren't really a gang though, just a group of friends who stood by each other through everything.
"Pony, we don't wanna fight, just talk to us. Do we scare you? There is no need to be threatening." He smirked, eyes crinkling, like Soda did when he smiled. This wasn't a smile though; it looked evil.
Paul advanced as his men stepped back. Idiots they aren't even in sync. This should real be easy, I thought. The Socs got in the car leaving Paul glaring at us. He slowly staked back saying, "We just wanted to talk. Next time you won't be so lucky."
Darry started leading us forward to finish dropping off Avengela and the other girls. We all walked them to their doorsteps looking for the Mustang. It never came.
After the girls were home we played poker, but I had to leave early. Brayden was 13 still at home with our parents, who were probably taking out their anger on him. No one knew what they did to us every day. We didn't want to be another Johnny. We hid it under our jackets. We hid everything from them.
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