The Drug In Me Is You-Sodapop Love Story

chapter 2

let me start off by saying that im not really a talker. im more of the silently-suffering-in-the-corner-while-people-watching. yeah i get it im weird, got a problem? oh sorry man, i have a pretty nasty temper. a few beers should fix that.

"yo buck toss me a beer!" i shouted over the music. i couldnt see him but he must have been close because he yelled back

"no sky. youre cut off! youre drinking me outta house! the hell you tryna pull girl?"

"Bbbbbuuuuucccccckkkkkkkkkk" i pleaded

"im out!" he replied

"erg! fine smartass ill just go to see mike. he never cuts me off."

"yeah yeah whatever. just dont do anything stupid and go straight there. i dont want to have to explain to your parents how you landed in jail in the middle of the night when youre supposed to be locked in your room." oh how sweet, he cares. barf.

i pushed through the crowds of drunk hoods and greasers and made my way out the door and onto the street. after a few streets, i started to regret wearing shorts and a tank top because i was freezing solid.

"hey baby! need a lift?" a guy called out

I started to panic and looked around frantically for the person the voice came from. when i looked towards the street, my heart stopped. parked right next to me, was a blue corvair packed to the gills with socs. "n-n-no thank you" i mumbled as i continued to stumble down the street.

"aw come on baby, you aint lookin so good!" one of the socs said as the others laughed.

i tried to walk faster but my drunken legs wanted nothing to do with it. the socs were out of the car and surrounding me before i had time to realize that i had fallen. i knew i stood no chance so i did the only thing i knew to do: call for help. i screamed for Buck in what could only be described as a blood curdling scream. a dog barked but no one came to my rescue.

"dammit, shut her up!" one of them shouted.

another soc punched me square in the jaw and knocked me flat on my back, crying in pain. i tried to scream again so he hit me even harder

"damn, she's pretty sexy when she struggles." one of them added with a smirk.

i knew i had no chance. i knew they were going to hurt me...or worse...so i just rolled into a ball and tried desperately to stay conscious. i felt them kick and punch every inch of my body. one of them gave a devastating blow to my side and suddenly i couldnt breathe. i felt them flip me onto my back and start to take my clothes off. but before they could go any further, i heard people shouting and the sounds of their foot steps getting closer. one by one the socs were either pulled off of me or took off running. while the socs were getting their asses handed to them by these strangers, i quickly fixed my clothes and hair and got out of the way. when the last of the socs had ran off, the strange group of guys turned their attention to me. i squinted my eyes to get a better look at them and i was relived to see that they were greasers, not hoods or socs.

"you alright?"

"they didnt hurt ya too bad, did they?"

"you need to go to the hospital?"

a few of them asked me at the same time

"yeah ill be fine. just a little bruised. thank you guys so much. how can i repay you? i dont even know you!" i asked, grateful.

"no reason to repay us, hun. I'm Darry Curtis and these are my brothers, ponyboy and sodapop, and our friends, Steve, Twobit, Dally, and Johnny. want me to give you a ride home?"

"yeah that would be amazing...but i cant go home...could you take me to Buck Merrill's house?" i asked.

the guy that was introduced to me as Dally looked shocked. "you know Buck? what you his girl or somethin?" he asked, looking me up and down.

"nah, its nothin like that. were just friends, man. have been my whole life."

"youve lived here youre whole life? how come ive never seen you at school or anythin?" Ponyboy asked.

"homeschooled." i replyed with a smile.

all of the guys stopped moving and storied at me in what looked like disbelieve.

"what the hell are you guys lookin at? am i missin a tooth or somethin?" i asked, getting a little angry.

"no...youre beautiful...you really shouldnt be out here by yourself." Johnny said.

wow...thats the nicest thing anyones ever said to me......

but before i could repluy, a pain shot from one side of my ribs to the other and i collapsed to the ground.

"whoa! you alright?" someone asked.

"yeah fine." i lied.

Darry sat next to my head and lifted my shirt slightly so he could see my ribs. i couldnt force myself to look at the damage but im guessing it was a real sight, because they all gasped.

"sweetie, whats your name?" Darry asked.

"whos askin?" i retorted.

dally let out a harsh laugh "i like this one"

darry sighed and said, "im just wondering what your name is. you know our names, its only fair." he reasoned.

"true, true. im Skylar Smith." i said

"well, Skylar your ribs are broken. what do you want to do about that?" he asked sincerely.

"no hospitals." i said.

"alright. then why dont you come with us? were going back to the house. how about i make you some dinner and give ya a warm place to sleep?" darry asked.

"yeah you dont look like youve been eatin or sleepin." steve added.

"oh gee what a charmer." i said sarcastically and rolled my eyes. getting a laugh from everyone. "that sounds lovely, Darry. but i couldnt intrude like that. i hate being a burden on people."

"nonsense!" soda said. "lets go home."