Title: Protecting Ginger
Chapter: Two
Disclaimer: Presently, I do not own "The Outsiders" but it's on my to-do list!
Warning: a 'lil bit 'o swearin', a whole lota Dally...What more could a girl want?
"Ginger?" Dally said.
"Yeah?" I asked hand gripping my door handle as Dally attempted to pull me outa the car through his door. "Get the fuck in the house before ya piss me off." He warned through gritted teeth. "Ya know, I really don't think it's possible to piss you off more than what I already have..." I pointed out. Dally growled, then reached in the car and yanked me out so fast I tripped and landed on my ass on the sidewalk.
"Ow."
Well there goes my pride right out the window...
Just a guess, but I probably looked pretty ridiculous...
"You're such an asshole." I declared as he grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. We heard yelling from down the street and when Dallas turned to look I kicked him in the shin and ran off. He swore bloody murder and took off after me.
When I ran past the house where the yelling had been comming from a figure flew out the door, stumbled down the steps and fell straight onto me.
I fell hard and had another date with the sidewalk.
Groaning, I pushed whoever it was off me. "Goddamnit." I swore. Then I noticed that the figure on top of me wasn't moving. "Hey." I shook him. "Hello? Are you alright?" I asked. I managed to push him off me and turned his face towards mine.
By that time, the devil had caught up with me.
Glancing up at Dally, his icy eyes widened as he realized the unconcious person who had cuts and bruises all over his face was none other than Johnny Cade.
Wounded eyes opened, squinted, trying to bring me and Dally into focus. "We have to take him to the hospital." I said. "No..Dal." The boy whispered through cracked lips. "Jus' take me to Pony's."
From his reputation I knew that Dallas had been in worse scrapes than this and still survived so I wasn't very surprised when he picked him up and started walking back to Ponyboy's house.
"God damn crazy bunch a..." I muttered. I knew Dallas would take care of Johnny so I began to walk away, back towards the school.
"Ginger." Dallys cool voice called out.
I turned.
"You can run."He smirked. "But you can't hide."
LATER Back at School
I walked into the school and was greeted with the face of my principal. "Why, Miss Ginger, are you out of class?" I was about to launch into the amazing true story...When the leather clad, Tim Shepard walked round the corner. I lost my voice and all that came out was a squeek.
"Well...?" The principal prompted.
"I..ahh..."
Tim smirked and from his position behind the principal he ran his thumb across his throat. I got the message.
I tattle, I die.
"I jiged." I lied as I silently cursed all that was Tim Shepard. "Well then, that'll be three after school detentions for you. Beginning tonight." he said sternly. Turning, he saw Tim Shepard. "Where's your hall pass?" The principal asked.
Tim smirked.
"Don't got one."
"Then we'll be seeing you at after school detention as well. Get to class, both of you." The principal said, walking away.
Hmm...
Me...
...alone...
...with the hood I rammed my physics textbook into...
Uh oh.
"Well, well. Look who's all alone. Ya know, that wasn't a very nice thing you did this morning." Tim said as he stalked closer to me.
"I'm sure you'll get over it." I said as I tried to manuver past him.
He grabbed my waist. "Whats the hurry, dollface?" He asked. Ew. Gross. Double Ew. That was soo totally wrong comming from Tim.
"Sorry, I can think of a billion better places I can be than here with a dirty hood like you." I said, struggling to get away from Mr. Clingy.
Then, my adopted brother, Jerry and a friend of his walked around the corner. "Jerry!" I exclaimed. "Help me."
Jerry smirked. "Looks like you're finially back with your old crowd."
Aw, jesus. He wasn't going to help. I watched the slow errie smile creep up on Tims face as Jerry and his friend continued to walk by, acting as though nothing was happening.
"Get off me!" I demanded.
"Back the fuck off, Shepard." I hear.
Then Randy, a West Side socs, was running towards us. His fist connected with Tims face. Tim released me in order to fight back. "Help!" I shouted and a few socs ran around the corner. Taking in the situation, they quickly went to help Randy, who was now dodging the switchblade Tim had pulled from his back pocket.
The bell rang and doors flew open.
Students began milling into the hallway. Some Greasers saw Tim in trouble and jumped into the fight. Then more socs started throwing punches. And more Greasers...
It was an all out brawl.
The noise and cheers comming from the people on the sidelines attracted the teachers. The teachers called the police.
I fled the crime scene.
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