Johnnyboy

Chapter 4

"Ponyboy, what are they doing here?" I said uneasily.

Pony looked tense. "I... I don't know. Let's just keep walking."

I didn't know how to respond. I didn't have any weapons, so if we were jumped, that was it. I quickly remembered that Randy owned that car, who I had been told does not like fighting. Never the less. I started sweating real bad, so I took off my jacket and tied it around my waist.

Pony took my hand and started walking, looking at the Mustang from the corner of his eyes. I couldn't tell if there was anyone in it, but I was sure there was. My breathing started to get heavy. Pony and I looked away from the Mustang and started walking faster. I looked back and the Mustang started getting farther and farther away.

"Is there anyone in it?" I asked.

Ponyboy didn't respond. We just kept walking faster. We were about two blocks away when we heard a engine, and we stopped. The Mustang was following us. I turned to Pony and he was shaking. He almost pulled my arm off and we started walking as fast as we could, but the Mustang was faster. It went ahead of us, and then stopped in front of us. We stopped, too. My breathing now was unsteady and I could feel my arms and legs shaking. Pony and I were still holding hands.

The driver's seat door opened and out came a blond haired Soc with a green madras shirt. I knew Randy wasn't in there, because this Soc was looking for a fight. When Randy was there, they were not looking for a fight. The passenger seat door opened and a brown haired Soc came out, wearing a yellow buttoned shirt. Two other Socs came out of the backseat, but I can't remember what they looked liked.

I turned to Pony, who turned to me. I scanned the ground for anything, a pop bottle, a stick, anything, but there was nothing. There was never anything when I needed it. I looked back up at the Socs, who's arms were crossed.

"Hey, greasers," the blond haired one said. "Which one of you killed Bob?"

Pony and I looked at each other. Not this again. I was sure that the Socs were over the fact that I killed Bob. I really wasn't looking forward to getting jumped. Pony and I just kept looking at each other, as if we were talking with our eyes.

Ponyboy looked the Soc straight in the eye. "I did. I killed Bob."

I didn't know what to say because there were so many thoughts that popped into my head. Pony didn't kill the Soc, I did. I should have stepped in.

"Oh, really?" the Soc said, sarcastically. By now, the three other Socs were surrounding us. "Well, we don't like it when dirty greasers like you kill our friends, you hear?"

Ponyboy nodded. I don't know what he was doing, but then I saw it. He had a knife in his pocket.

The Soc flipped open a switchblade. "You want us to do the same thing that you did to Bob to you?"

Pony backed up and put his hand in the pocket where his knife was. I tried to run up to him and stop him, but two of the Socs pulled me back and grabbed my hands. Ponyboy pulled the knife out and held it in front of him, closing his eyes and putting his head down. The blond Soc backed up, still holding up his switchblade. Pony stepped forward with his knife.

"Pony, no!" I yelled.

Pony lifted his head up and opened up his eyes and looked at me. He quickly turned back to the Soc, who swung the switchblade and cut Pony's chin. At this point, I was not happy. I couldn't get out of the Socs strong grip, so I jumped up and stepped on both their feet. They let go of me and I ran towards Pony, pushing him away and grabbing his knife. I held it in front of me. The Soc took one step back, and smiled. I looked at Ponyboy, who was holding his chin. The brown haired Soc pulled out another switchblade, flipped it open, and held it up. He walked toward me.