Authors note:

The actual exams are being passed around, I'm stressed, just want to get out of the plot LOL.

Don't worry, only this chapter will be rushed. Thank your lucky stars I hate studying, sigh.

Everyone Pov:

At the ass crack of dawn, Dallas barged into the house.

"What the hell Dallas!" Darry hollered, obviously pissed at the intruder.

"Rumble, tonight. Hand me the first aid kit." Dallas muttered, heading to the couch. He pushed

off Two-bit causing the said greaser to curse. It wasn't long before Steve, too, slammed open

the door causing the remaining people to awaken. Soda popped out of his room to see what all

the commotion was about. Darry was about to hound down Steve, when he noticed their

battered up faces.

"Why're you guys roughed up at this time of the day?" He questioned.

"Damn socs crossed the line, so I had to pay them a visit." Noticing the puzzled look on Darry's

face he continued.

"Had a quick chat with Tim and was head'n back when I saw a bunch of the no good sons of a

b-. Just jumped 'em, and before I knew it, Steve joined in. Gave them a good shaking, and got

them to spread around town 'bout that rumble. Look, I know you probably don't want a rumble

right now, but they crossed the line first. I mean did ya see the kid's face? He looks like

someone fu-" The soft sound of the bedroom door opening stopped Dallas from possibly getting

his face beat again. Out came Pony, half his face covered in white wrapping, and his head

disheveled like a mop.

"What's happening?" Ponyboy asked drowsily. He paused and winced as if opening his mouth

hurt.

"Nothing, honey, go back to sleep." Soda said as he ushered Pony back in his room. Steve

caught Pony by the shoulders, causing him to stumble back into the living room. Soda gave

Steve a death glare which he promptly ignored as he spoke to the kid.

"Ponyboy, tell me what those drunk bastards looked like. So that I can hunt them down in the

rumble." Although Steve acted like he didn't care for the kid, he thought of him as his own kid

brother just like the rest of the gang.

"I-I don't really remember. One of them had rings, golly, I can still feel the silver cut up my skin."

The silence in the room was deathly as everybody listened intently to every word Pony said.

Johnny seemed to realize something as his kicked puppy eyes doubled in size.

"That's sheldon! He and his crew just j-jumped me just last month." Johnny spoke softly, his

hand absentmindedly tracing the scar just on his cheekbone. They all instantly connected the

dots and Dallas cursed in outrage. They were all riled up, knowing those no good snobby rich

boys were behind this all. In fact, they would win the rumble right then and there.

Ponyboy tried to muffle a groan, the noise was equivalent to a hammer on the head. Darry told

everybody to go back home, except for Johnny (duh) and Soda led Pony back into his bed. At

night they would meet again for the much-needed rumble. And they were positive nothing would

go wrong. Boy were they wrong.