The Greaser and The Soc, A M!Reader x 2p! England Love Story

Chapter Five; Fight Night

From that night on we swore to meet at the Car Lot every night at seven. It worked perfectly. The end of my senior year came and I graduated without a hitch. Oliver graduated from his school the day after and I snuck into his graduation to see him walk across the stage. I cheered for him, and he saw me. He smiled but looked away. So no one could tell he looked at me.

I was on my way to the lot that night, I smiled when it came into view. But it didn't last long.

I was about a block away from the lot. The chain link fence just coming into view. My hands in my jean pockets as the night was too warm for my jacket. I just finished my shift, my shirt had a few more grease stains than usual and I smelled more like the shop than I'd like. The smell of grease and my cologne mixing into some weird mechanic greaser hybrid.

I felt a sudden stab at my back. Whatever it was only grazing my side. I jumped turning around to see a small gang of Soc's. About four in all.

"Hey Nosebleed, where you going this late at night?" One asked. A crooked grin stretching his face.

"Home, Nerd." I mumbled beginning my way again. I guess I'll sneak out to see Ollie after I loose these guys.

My thoughts were interrupted when I was kicked behind the knees, sending me to the ground. I turned around and began to get up when one of them kicked me in the side. I winced when another kick went to my collarbone, a crack echoing through my bones. I reached into my pocket pulling out my butterfly knife, I swung, cutting through one of the Soc's pant legs, drawing crimson.

"You little!" He growled kicking me in the face, I was going to have a black eye later. Another landed on my jaw and I groaned in pain as they continued kicking me throughout my form. My chest and face getting the worst of it.

"That outta teach ya filthy animals." One growled as they began walking away. He gave me one last kick to my ribs, making me keel into myself. Before he walked away with his buddies, laughing.

After a good ten minutes I guessed, I started getting up. My bones screamed no, but I wasn't sleeping on a sidewalk.

I began towards the lot, I had to tell Ollie I was heading home. I got to the gate and groaned as the pain grew.

"Oliver!" I yelled. The Soc appeared from behind the car and his eyes widened. He ran up to the gate and looked me over.

"Oh gosh. (M-M/N) wh-what happened?" He asked. I shook my head. Leaning against the fence.

"Some Soc's jumped me outside the fence," I spat at the ground beside me, the taste of copper in my mouth was overwhelming.

"At least they didn't see you." I said. Oliver shook his head and stepped forward pressing his fingertips to my collar bone. I bit my tounge, the slight pressure blooming into unimaginable pain.

"Oh Geez." He looked around. Scanning the lot, and the fence around it.

"We gotta get you to some place I can fix you up." He said. I shook my head.

"No. I'll be fine Ollie, I just gotta go home." I said. Ollie shook his head.

"No. For Pete's sake (M/N) you're spitting blood!" He yelled, pointing to the place I spat. The dirt painted red. I shook my head.

"It's been worse Oliver. I'm going home, and I'll sleep it off." I said. Oliver shook his head.

"Not by yourself! What if another gang jumps you? You're in no condition to fight back." He said. I shrugged.

"I'll be fine. Just go home Ollie. I don't need a babysitter."

I slipped through the gate and started walking home. I was limping a bit, but that was to be expected. My house was ten minutes from the lot, an easy walk usually. Proving difficult when I was in pain. I was halfway there when I heard something behind me. I turned to look and was met with a smaller form in the darkness. I looked them over as they walked up to me.