"Aye yo toots, where have ya been?" Two-bit said as I approached the table.
"Staying in school. If not, then my room at buck's." I said while looking for a seat at the table. There was two seats left. One by Pony and one next to Dally. Since I was closer to Dally, I took that seat.
"Whoa there," two-bit said in shocked, "what happen to your face?"
"I got jumped."
"When and by who?" The time two-bit asked that question, Ponyboy, Johnny and Dally were all looking at me very worried.
"Two nights ago by bunch of Socs. I was walking back from the park and these guys came out of the car drunk as usual. There was at least 5 of them. They defiantly out number me" my voice started to fade when I noticed the looks on their faces. It was filled with anger. "what?" I asked.
"We my not get along," Dally started, "But the fact that five guys jumped you isn't right." He squeezed his hands into a fist. "Do you carry anything on you? Like a heater or a knife?"
"No. I fight fair."
"You can't fight fair when you're getting raped."
"I didn't get raped tho"
"With how attractive you-" Dally stopped in mid sentence. Not only he noticed, but the gang noticed what he said. "Here, take this blade." He handed me a small Swiss blade. The paint was peeling off in some area but it was in good condition tho.
"Um, thanks." UGH. Why did I put um in front of thanks. I just made everything awkward. I don't know if it was me but did Dallas cared? Dallas Winston cared about something besides himself? I had a feeling that I was not the only one who as thinking the same thing.