𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 || 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝟐

j.c. ~ rich

Tulsa, Oklahoma. The Park.
Sunday, 1966
02:30 a.m.

•••
"Get away from him!"

The Socs turned their heads to me.

"You heard me." I said.

"What're you gonna do about it?" One teased.

I stood silent.

"What're ya? Deaf or something?"

"No. Just thinking about all the things I'm going to do about it." I said.

They looked at each other, looked back at me, and got off of him.

"Don't ever try anything like that. Ever." I said. "Cmon kid, let's get you cleaned up." I brought the slightly beat up greaser with me.

"Spoiled rich bitch." I heard one of them say.

I walked back up to them.

"You wanna call me spoiled? Fine! You can call me anything you'd like. A bitch, piece of shit, whore, even a hood. Anything you'd like." I said.

"Because I don't need to waste my time, telling you what a jerk you are when I have my father." I said. "And the rest of my family."

"Aww you're gonna tell on your Daddy? What're you gonna say? 'Oh father, Socs are so cruel! We need to get out of this town and live in a bigger house!'" he said, with sarcasm.

"Well I can. Maybe sooner or later. You know who my father is." I said, then left with the boy back to my house.

"What the hell just happened back there?" He asked while I take off his jacket.

"What? It happens to me a lot. Does it not happen to you?" I asked. "Well yeah but usually my friends help me. I've never had a girl help me."

"Well now you do. C'mon, let's get you cleaned up." "Wait, I don't even know you. How do I know you're not some murderer just killing any person you see?" He asked.

"You went with me anyway."

"That's true."

"Besides, I know who you are and you're not a bad man." I said. "You do?"

"Jonathan Cade. 16 years old, has a terrible life back at home and is a greaser." "Okay, now I'm terrified."

"I know your friend, Ponyboy Curtis. We're partners in some classes." I said. "You almost scared me. But can you explain who your father is 'cause you said that to the Socs back there and it looked like they knew."

"Oh my father! Right. He's the Mafia." I said.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"My father runs a mafia. He's the boss. I thought you'd know by the shotguns on the wall." "Well, I thought it was for hunting or somethin' I don't know." He said.

"Enough of the talking. Let's get you cleaned up and I'm gonna tell my dad what happened." I said. "But, you're a Soc too. Pretty much, I mean your house is huge! Seems to me, you're rich!" He said.

"I don't know too much about this city, but I guess I am a Soc. But, I'm just way more rich."

I then got his cuts cleaned and patched up. I gave him some new clothes to change to.

"What's that for? I'm okay with my outfit." He said.

"First, it's all dirty. Second, I'm sorry but it's all you ever wear so I assume you haven't got any spare of clothing. Third, my father prefer if you meet him in proper clothing." I said.

He shrugged and put it on anyway.

He came out of the bathroom and he looked all prepped up.

"Now you look like a Soc. Not bad at all, Cade." I said. "Now c'mon, we gotta tell my dad or else he'll find out about what happened in other way and not from me."

I dragged Johnny along with me and then went to my father's office and he was on a call.

I knocked on the door and the he turned to me and gestured to wait.

"This feels like a date but straight to meeting the parents." Said Johnny, making me giggle. "Yeah, a little bit. It's okay. He'll do anything to keep me joyful."

My father then end the call and turns to us with his chair.

"And who do we have here?" He said.

"Dad, this is Johnny Cade. I saved him from getting beat up by Socs. The rich kids." I said.

"Those are what local rich kids here are called?" He asked. We both nodded. "So we are Socs?" "Yeah, but only way richer."

"Good. Nice to meet you Johnny Cade." He said, standing up to shake his hand. And Johnny did so.

"Are you a Soc too, Johnny?" My father asked. "No sir, I'm a greaser. We're pretty much what Socs call the bad guys in this town. We're no rich kids." Said Johnny.

"Ah, so there are rivals in this town?" "Yes sir. Socs, Middle Class, and Greasers. Most of my friends are Greasers." He said.

"Excellent, excellent. Well, you two can continue your little 'date'. I still have some business to do." He said and sat back on his chair.

"We just met, Dad." I said. "Yes but I am the best at predicting things." He said and turns back around and continues his work.

I then walked Johnny to the front door. While doing that, we spoke.

"What was that about?" He asked. "He likes to do that. Say he is the best at predicting things. He is though, I can't exactly lie. Anyway, you've got a place to stay?" I asked.

"Oh forgive me, was that too personal?" I said. "Oh no no, it's alright. Uh no I don't. Well I sort of do. I'm sleeping at the lot." He said.

"Your parents won't let you in the house?" I asked and he nodded. "Well, I have an extra room if you'd like to stay."

"I'll be fine. Thanks for everything."

"Are you sure? You don't wanna get those nice clothes dirty, don't you?"

He smiled and giggled.

"You're right. Okay then, one night won't hurt."

"Two might even heal you." I said.