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Chapter 7

After school while walking home, Ponyboy's eyebrow twitched as he could sence two-Bit following him. Two-bit's imagination got out of hand though and he was hiding behind mailboxes and the wides of buildings. Ponyboy's anger was fusing and on the edge of bursting.

"Dammit, Two-Bit I said leave me alone!" Ponyboy shouted. "I'm not even a block away from my home, when are you gonna' stop following me?!"

"When I die of liver failure from the booze I'm gettin'" Two-bit cracked up. Ponyboy groaned in annoyance, stoping up the porch steps to his house, slamming the front door open he called for Darry. Well, more demanded then asked for him.

"Oh, Hello Ponyboy. You're home early." Darry smiled from the kitchen.

"Dammit Darry, Having Two-Bit follow me?" As if on que the pervert himself slithered past Ponyboy, opening his hands for his "reward" he deserved for his job. "You're stooping to measures that low?!"

Darry handed Two-Bit one single, uno, un, O-N-E can of beer. Two-Bit's face fell in dissapointment, but after a glare form Darry he nervously smiled, thanking him.

"I think it was genious." Steve spoke, walking in. "Keeps the bum occupied for the day-and away from me"

"I HEARD THAT!" A call came from the living room as the tune of Mickey Mouse came on the TV. Darry sighed, placing his hands on his hips.

"Ponyboy...I'm only doing this, because I'm worried-"

"About what?!" Ponyboy screamed.

"Well, for starters cutting yourself scared me to death and you've been acting weird ever since you road that bus home." Darry said.

Ponyboy flintched and Steve noticed this.

"What about that?" Ponyboy asked.

"I'm saying your attitude is different ever since you came from from the city bus." Darry clairified.

Ponyboy twited and Steve smirked.

"Bu-u-us." Steve moaned in Ponyboy's ear. Ponyboy twitched. "CITY BUS!"

"shut up!" Ponyboy screamed.

"Bus, bus, bus, bus CITY-MOTHERFUCKING-BUS!" Steve jumped up and down, taunting Ponyboy when Ponyboy covered his ears, Steve removed a few of Ponyboy's fingers, then whispering in Ponyboy's ear:

"City-bus."

"Shut up Steve!" Ponyboy hollered.

Darry, while watching the scene grew more and more curious. It was as if Ponyboy was afraid of the word. HE was jumpy whenever the word was said and he looked frightened when Darry spoke about how he was after he came home, it was as if Darry was bringing up bad memories. Darry itched his chin in thought, Soda who came home noticed the lightbumb burning out and went to replace it. Darry gasped, an idea coming to his head as Soda put in the new bright lightbulb.

"Got it!" He said. "Ponyboy...What happened on the bus?" He asked.

The room was quiet.

"Nothing!" Ponyboy screamed, throwing his bag on the ground, landing on Darry's feet. It it wern't for his workboots, Darry's feet would have been crushed by the textbooks and notebooks.

"Tell your retarded, Private investigator, that I don't need to be followed!" Ponyboy screamed before stomping back to his room.

Darry huffed, handing Steve a ten-dollar bill. "Follow him to school tomorrow, he won't be expecting you." Steve nodded, anything to annoy Ponyboy Curtis. Two-Bit looked offended staring at the group.

"Don't tell me I'm fired!" The loss of booze becuase of Steve taking his job only made him depressed.

Dallas wasn't the one to listen in on any soc's conversation about Grasers, as a matter-of-fact, if he heard anything about his "friends" he'd make them answer to his fist. But this particual conversation, made him spy a little. He was at the Dingo with Tim. Originaly, tonight was going to be about hot-chicks, maybe a small fight and a great chance to get some booze. But after an argument with Tim, no girls showing up and instant gratafication seeping into him, he left for a smoke.

He was in the back ally when he heard the Socs' talking.

"Yeah, this greaser had leg like a girl!" One boasted. "Short guy, but pretty."

Dallas leaned in from the corner, none of the socs noticed him.

"He was screamin' Help-me, help-me. And no one fuckin' came!" They all laughed. "Man, that greaser is a doll. Where does he live?"

"Hell if I know, I know he goes to our school." Another replied. "got a name: Horse-boy or somthing, either way, tomorrow we're gonna' take him for a ride, cause I like riding Ponies!" They all laughed at the joke, never noticing Dalals. Dallas was so pissed off at the moment. He instantly smirked, pulling out some silver brass knuckles.

Dallas was also never the one to snitch-but this time, he'll consider the idea.

Dallas knows! Omg, omg!

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-Kylelover101