“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” A boy about your age says, truly apologetic. He grabs your hand and pulls you up. You find his eyes, and you see how cute he is. He looks at you, stunned. “I’m… Really sorry.” He says as he stares into your eyes.
“It’s fine.” You blush. “I would have fallen anyway, I’m clumsy.” You say, brushing off your legs.
“Well if you did, I’d catch you.” He grins. “Anyways, I’m Ponyboy. What about you?”
“(Y/N).” You grin.
“I like that name. So.. Uh what brings you to the camp?”’
You run from a group of socs on the main rua as they chase you. They said they wanted to give you a good time, but this wasn’t your thought of a good time. You could only think of one place where you could run to, DX. That’s where your boyfriend, Sodapop, could keep you safe. You breathing was faster than your heartbeat and you couldn’t make it all the way to the gasoline station. You ran into the dark alley seguinte to DX, hoping the socs wouldn’t find you in the darkness; you were wrong. They cornered you against the brick walls; that’s when finally someone spoke up, “You shouldn’t...