A.N. Ok, so, yeah.
Scout POV
I was walking home from school, a little nervous. Darry, Soda, and Steve had to work, Ponyboy had track, Dally was in the cooler again, and Two-bit and Johnny had to go someone where, I think the DX.
Greasers can't walk alone or we will get jumped by the socs, so I started to freak a little when I saw a blue mustang trailing me. I slouched and jammed my hands in my pockets, walking a little faster, but it was too late. The socs pulled up in front of me, and the 5 of them got out.
"Look, it's a greasy girl", one of them sneered, "you know you shouldn't be walking alone, it's dangerous".
"What's it to you", I glared at him, he had 3 rings on his finger. Johnny was jumped by a socs with rings…
"Get her", the soc jumped towards me. I was pinned down in second, with my arms and legs held down, with rings sitting on my stomach. I started to scream for help, but he slugged me in the jaw, his rings piercing my skin, and shoved an old rag in my mouth.
"Let's give you a makeover", he sneered, "First is a haircut". He grabbed my hair that usually reaches the bottom of my back, and cut it up my hair to my shoulders.
"Ok, now let's give you some surgery. Do you want to play doctor", I shook my head no, tears pouring down my cheeks. He places the switch up to my neck and made a slow cut from the middle, under my chin, to my collar bone.
I gasped behind the cloth, trying to scream. He slugged me again and I started to struggle again. He held the blade to my face and I stopped moving.
"What's next", he smirked. He reached over to my arm, and cut marks into my arm. I felt excruciating pain flow through my body. I heard some yelling and the socs were pushed off of me. I spit the rag out on the ground as arms wrap around my waist. I turn to see Johnny crotched down beside me with a worried look in his eyes. I turned to him, burying my face in the crook of his neck, and started to cry. He rubbed my back and rocked me as the socs were chased back into their car by the gang and drove away.
The gang ran up to me and circled around me as I bawled into Johnny's shirt. When I pulled away, I saw blood stains on his shirt. The rest of the gang saw too, and looked between me and the stains wide-eyed. Darry lifted my chin and saw the cut. Dally growled and punched to wall.
Johnny gasped and touched my arm. I stifled a cry when he touched to carving in my arm. The others saw and turned me. Johnny stripped his already ruined shirt off and handed it to Soda. When Soda wiped away the blood I saw what the bastard did. I saw one word…
Grease.