Greasers

Greasers Chapter Six

I watched Darry's truck pull out of the driveway and head to the right. I was contemplating leaving and running down the sidewalk to the left because I was starting to get bored sitting in my room, but I decided against it. The sting in my ass had finally left, and I didn't want to bring it back worse than I already did.

I pulled a book off of the floor and studied the cover. To Kill a Mockingbird. I'd read that one a million times, but why not make it one million and one? I flopped down onto my bed and began to read.

I finished the book and by that time, Soda was home. I got excited for a second, and then remembered what I had said last night. I doubted he was over it already, so I sighed and stared at the ceiling and waited for him to come into the room.

"Soda?" I whined after what felt like hours. No response. Maybe he just didn't hear me.

I dragged myself out of bed and walked into the living room where he sat with Steve. I sighed and glared at him.

"Haven't you done enough, Brat?" Steve asked me in a snarky tone, making my face flush with anger. 

It was at that moment that my anger got the best of me. And from the last few days, I had quite a bit kept inside of my brain.

I lunged at him and threw myself at him, throwing punches left and right for each side of his jacked up, nasty little face.

"Ponyboy Curtis, you get off him!" Soda hollered, but I ignored him and kept the punches going, cussing him out as I went. All I could seem to see was red, and I kind of liked it.

Soda finally managed to pull me off, and while I did have a few bruises and looked a little banged up, I was nothing compared to Steve. I gave him a broken nose, two black eyes, a fat lip, and a minor concussion.

"Ponyboy, what the hell is wrong with you?" Soda exclaimed, grabbing me by the arm and swatting me several times on each cheek. "You just wait 'til Darry hears about this."

"Sodapop, this is you and I's fight. Leave Darry out of it." I told him as he tried to walk away, getting in his face.

"Then leave Steve out of it, too, Ponyboy." He responded with the same level of anger and aggressiveness. I shrunk down a tad. My brother could definitely be scary if he wanted to be. "Go to your room until Darry gets home. He can handle you better than I can."

I glared at Steve then turned and stomped into my bedroom, slamming the door behind me. Darry hated it when Soda or I slammed a door, but Darry wasn't home right now and there wasn't much Soda could do to me.

"Don't slam the door." Soda hollered after me.

Just kidding. There was a lot Soda could do.