Abyssal Emotions (The Outsiders/Dallas Winston Fan-Fic)

Chapter Eight Sophie's POV

I stand on the side of the road clutching my left wrist. I can still feel where James' fingers were wrapped around them in a viselike grip. I've never stood up for myself like that. Ever. And now I'm not sure what to do.

I feel something wet land on my cheek. I hadn't realized there were tears in my eyes but they're falling now. I wipe them away quickly. He doesn't deserve the tears.

Suddenly I feel a hand land on my shoulder. I yelp. Then I hear the chuckle. I've only heard this laugh once but once is enough. It's the guy from the drive-in. I'm sure before I even turn around.

"Hey, doll," he chuckles again. "Man, these broads just can't stay away from me." He laughs his deep laugh once more.

"Ha ha ha. Very funny. What do you want? Did you follow me here? Don't you have anything better to do?" I answer sarcastically.

"Excuse me," his raspy voice gets closer to my ear, "but this is my territory, Miss. Southside."

"What do you mean your territory?" I say confused.

He chuckles again and I smirk falsely in response.

"I don't know if you've realized this or not, Doll, but I'm a greaser," he pauses to take a puff of his cigarette and gesture to me with the lit end, "and you are a soc. Soc's belong on the Southside with their rich families, and madras, and mustangs. And greasers belong on the northside. Got it?"

He takes another puff from his cigarette and let's it dangle from his lips.

"I don't think you realize this or not," I say, "but just because I'm from the Southside doesn't mean things are all Beach Boy tunes and picnics and," I pause here and laugh pathetically laugh. "Perfection," I say and throw my hands up in the air and turn to start walking away from the drive-in boy.

"And just where do you think you're going?" I hear him yell out from behind me.