Guardian Greaser ~ Curly

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>Requested<

You were walking down the teain tracks after school. Ponyboy and Johnny went with Dallas to the movies, and your boyfriend- Curly- was with Tim.

You were almost to the lot when you heard a loud engine roar. Your heart skipped a beat in a bad way.

You looked back a little, catching a glimpse of the car. You gasped a little to yourself when you saw a blue mustang driving closer and closer to you.

You walked a bit faster, but not too fast that they wanted to chase me. I heard the roaring engine stop and the squeak of the doors.

"Hey, pretty lady." You heard one of the socs say. You turned around and decided to play nice.

You have them a half smile. "Hey." Your shaking voice cracked.

"How are you?" The soc came closer. You wanted to run, but you kept your hands in your pockets and gripped your switchblade.

"Fine." You soon looke at him and realized he was inches away. You slowly backed up but ran into a wall.

"You're really pretty, did ya know that?" He skimmed his index finger over your chin. You snapped away, your hair falling in front of your face.

"Thanks. I have to get going." You tried to hurry off.

He grabbed your wrist and threw you back against the wall. He put his arms up as a barrier for you and yout heartbeat was the only thing you could hear.

You felt his hot breath against your cheeks. Peppermint. You thought. Of course socs breath smelled like peppermint.

"Step away from her right now." You heard someone's voice say faintly. You sighed in relief when you knew the voice.

"Or what?" The soc spat.

Curly came closer to the soc, you were really trapped now. They stared for a second and soon Curly's fist met the socs face, sending the soc on the ground.

"Or that." Curly said casually. The rest of the socs stared. Curly got out his blade and aimed it at them. They soon scattered into their mustang and drove off. "You ok?" Curly asked. You nodded and hugged him.

This was bad. Sorry.

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