Running Towards Home

CHAPTER 4

SAM'S POV:

I feel myself tackling the guy holding the switchblade to the ground. Not the smartest move, considering he was holding a sharp object and I had nothing. I start punching him, and I look up when I hear more yelling. A bunch of guys come running towards us, and start fighting off the rest of the socs.

I keep punching the guy I tackled, and he punches me back. I gasped as his switchblade caught my arm, cutting straight through my leather jacket. I really liked this jacket. The guy I was punching gets up and runs towards the car, and the guys start to drive away, with some of the boys chasing it. One of them throws a plank of wood at the car as it leaves.

I get up and cradle my arm. The blood is a lot, even if it's just a superficial cut. I walk over to the kid I rescued. Two of the guys are standing with him. One is this big guy, tons of muscles. He's wearing a grey button down, with a white undershirt peeking out underneath and jeans. His hair is unstyled by grease. He looks older, probably twenty or so. The other one is handsome, I'll admit. He's wearing a thin flannel over a white shirt and jeans. His hair is styled, and he looks to be about 16. Both of the guys are looking at the kid I rescued worriedly.

"You okay?" I ask. The kid looks up at me. He's cute. He's wearing a blue sweatshirt over a navy shirt, and a pair of worn jeans. His hair is styled nicely by gel, a reddish brown color. His eyes shock me. They are a bright green, and they have a certain glow to them. Cheesey, I know, but it's the best way to describe it.

Suddenly he stutters, "Y-yeah, I'm all good." He sticks his hand out for me to shake. "I'm Ponyboy." I shake his hand and say "I'm Sam." The older one comes over to me, and says "I'm his brother Darry. This one here is my brother Sodapop." Soda waves and smiles. He has a nice smile. Darry takes a look at my arm, and his eyes widen a bit. I look down, forgetting that my arm was cut, and see a lot of blood.

"I think we'd better get that fixed up for ya. It's the least we can do for you, after you saved Pony here." Darry says. I nod, and we start walking. I know I shouldn't be following a stranger, but I need to get this cut fixed up.

The one I now know as Darry started lecturing Ponyboy like a parent. "What were you doin', walkin' by your lonesome? And you're on the track team, why didn't you run?" Darry says, scolding Pony. "I was comin' home from the movies. I didn't think..." "You don't ever think," Darry says. "Movies and books, movies and books. I just wish you could concentrate on something else once in a while." Soda elbows Pony and says "Like cars. Or girls." Soda stares at me, and Pony blushes. I blush too, and I can feel my cheeks getting hot.

We ended up at a worn down house, small but homey. Everyone heads inside, and I take a seat on the couch. Darry disappears and comes back with a small first aid kit. He makes Pony sit down with me, and he pulls out some alcohol. He starts with me. He makes me take off my leather jacket, and when it's off I see the full extent of the cut.

It's deep, but not too bad. Darry pours some alcohol on it, and I hiss a bit. He cleans it up, and then bandages it up. He moves on to Pony, cleaning out the small cut on his neck. When Darry is done, I thank him, and get up to leave. "Thanks for the help, but I should leave-" I'm interrupted by a guy in a mickey mouse shirt. "Aww, don't leave yet, we don't even know who you are!" he smiles. I know I should leave, but I see in Pony's eyes he doesn't want me to leave either. So I sit back down on the couch.