Sodapop Curtis: Enemies or Lovers?

Chapter 3

He was wearing a towel wrapped around his waist, nothing more. He glared at me, catching me staring at his body. I averted my eyes quickly.

"Like what you see?" He smirked, adjusting his towel.

"Ugh, you wish." I rolled my eyes.

"What's she doing here?" He shifted his stare to Ponyboy.

"I invited her over." He said, "the phones over there, Val." He pointed at a black phone on a small table. I walked over to it, as a tall figure appeared in the kitchen. He approached us.
"Who's this?" He asked. He was very muscular, and his voice was quite deep.

"Valencia. I invited her over." Ponyboy said.

"You invited a soc into our house?!" He hissed.

I was assuming this was Darry. He looked the oldest and he obviously lives here.
"She ain't a soc! She's from Europe. Her friends rich but she ain't. They just live together." Ponyboy explained, getting frustrated.
"Better give her some of ya clothes then, she ain't gonna survive walking around looking like that." Darry mumbled, walking away. I looked down at my clothes. I didn't think they looked expensive at all. Except for the fact they were clean, and all of these greasers were quite dirty looking. Except Soda, he looked surprisingly clean.

I walked over to the phone and rung Tina's number.
"Hello?" I heard her voice. "Who is this?"
"It's me, Val. I'm spending some time at a friends, is that okay? I can come back if you want."
"No, it's okay. I made a few friends too, while I was out shopping. I'm with them right now actually."
My eyes widened. Did she just walk into a trap?
"Erm.. who?"
"These two girls, Cherry and Marcia. You have to meet them, they're so nice!" She gushed.
"Cherry and Marcia? I'd love to meet them someday. Are-" I was interrupted by Johnny smacking the phone out of my hand.
"What'd you do that for?!" I snapped, picking the phone back up. Too late, the call had ended.

"You don't wanna be hanging out with Cherry and Marcia! They're socs, they will eat you alive!" Ponyboy yelled.

"Well, Tina just told me that she made friends with them, what do I do?" I asked.

"Val, it's probably for the best. She would be a soc anyway. Convince her to move out near them. You still have us, but you can always visit her." Johnny said calmly.

"You're right. I don't want her getting hurt out here. Especially by heffalumps like him." I huffed, pointing my thumb at Soda.

"Say that again." He marched towards me.

"I said, especially heffalumps like you. Happy?" I said sassily.

"You're too easy. All I'd have to do is flick you. You're tiny." He said, rolling his eyes.

"Ooh we're matching!" I said innocently, looking at his crotch, then back up at him.

He didn't give any of his rude remarks. Instead, he chuckled, rolling his tongue in his cheek. He walked back upstairs.
Damn.

"Ignore him. He just wants attention." Ponyboy said.

After spending a while at the Curtis house, playing cards and watching a movie, I went back home. I had also met another greaser while I was there, Two-bit. He was pretty much exactly like Steve, just more laid back. He did like to crack jokes a lot. I finally got home, and Tina was sitting on the sofa, reading a book. She realised I was home, and she got up.

"Hey, Val! How was your day?" She asked happily.
"It was good. Fun, actually." I replied. "How was yours?"
"Amazing. I spent the whole day with Cherry and Marcia, they're such nice girls. They told me so many things, about socs and greasers. Ugh god, greasers seem disgusting. Just violent, dirty animals." She scoffed, picking her book back up.
"Hey, they can't all be bad," I said, quite offended.
"From what I heard, they are. I prefer socs." She muttered. Figures she would say that.
"Maybe you should move up there, then. I mean, you are on the greasers turf." I said.
"Well, I would want to, but I didn't know if you would."
"No, I don't. Let's be real, I'm not rich. I never have been. I'm only like this because of you. And I appreciate it. But I think it would be safest if you stay there, and I stay here. We could get jumped if we go to the wrong places."