There I was. Backed up against a wall, a Soc slowly cutting my throat with his knife.

"How do you think my tires felt after you slit them? Huh?" the Soc pressed on my throat harder with his knife.

"It wasn't me! I swear!" I gasped for breath.

Okay. Maybe it was me. But he didn't have to know that!

"Please don't hurt me," tears began to fall from my eyes.

I'm quite a good actress. I've been in situations like this too many times before, which is how I learned to cry whenever I wanted.

"Aww, crying now?" the Soc began laughing.

I felt the knife slowly slitting my throat, making it sting terribly.

"It was my brother!" I said, "Dallas Winston!"

Dally always told me to blame whatever I had done on him. No matter what.

"Dallas is you brother?" the Soc's eyes widened.

I felt the knife's pressure loosen on my throat.

"Yeah, that's right! And if he finds out who you are, you'll be dead in less than a minute!" I continued.

"Hey, I didn't mean nothin' by it. Umm.. just don't tell him.. please?" the Soc slowly backed away from me.

"Sure, man. I won't tell him," I walked by him.

Pfft, as if I won't tell him! I jogged over to the telephone booth and called the bar.

"Can you tell Dally to pick Destiny up? I'm at the park. Thanks," I hung up, then looked over at the Soc who was staring at me, "I suggest you run back to your side of town. Dal is gonna be here in a minute."

"Um, sure! Whatever you say," he ran at top speed around the corner and down the road.

Idiot, I thought.

Just as the Soc was out of sight, Dally pulled up.

"Hey Dez, get in," Dally said.

"Thanks Dals," I opened the door and got in, "Hey, you got any napkins or somethin?"

"Ya, there's some in the dash," he replied, "Whoa! What happened to your throat?"

"Some Soc caught me slitting his tires," I sighed, dabbing the cut with some Dairy Queen napkins.

"That's some gash, Destiny. You sure your okay?" Dally ran a finger over the cut, making it sting.

"Ow! Don't touch it!" I yelped.

"Who was the Soc?" Dally demanded, gripping the steering wheel tighter.

"I think it's the one that works at Doucette's Grocery store on the South side," I replied.

"I'll go check it out," Dally said.

You can always tell when Dally is mad. His voice gets all calm and deadly.

"It's okay, Dally. I'm fine. Don't go getting into jail cause of me again," I said, trying to change his mind.

"He's the one who slit my little sister's neck! He was askin' for it," Dally snapped, "I'm gonna drop you off at Darry's for the night."

Dally stopped the car infront of the house and I got out.

"I'll see ya tomorow, then. Don't get too drunk tonight, Dal," I said before shutting the door.

"I ain't makin' no promises," Dally said before driving off.

He'll be in jail by midnight, I thought knocking on the door. I heard footsteps and then Ponyboy opened the door.

"Hey Destiny," he smilled.

"Hey Pony," I walked inside.

"Dez!" Sodapop ran over and jumped ontop of me.

I spun around, making Soda fall on the floor.

"Hey Destiny," Darry said, walking into the living room, "Want some chocolate cake?"

"Sure, I'm starving," I replied running into the kitchen.

"Darry! You said there was no more cake left!" Soda yelled.

"I lied," Darry shrugged.

"I get the big piece!" I called.

"No way! You did last time!" Soda yelled after me.

"So?" I yelled back.

"Destiny get's the big piece," Darry called from the other room.

"Why?" Soda whined.

"Cause I was just jumped," I laughed, grabbing the piece of cake and taking a big bite, "Dimwit."

"Maybe I should get jumped more often, then," Soda muttered.

"Nah, they'd damage that beautiful face of yours," I pinched his cheek, making him blush.

"What beautiful face?" Two-Bit asked as he walked into the room with Steve following him.

"The one all the girls drool over," I rolled my eyes.

"Someone looks jealous," Steve said, poking my cheek.

"Shut up, Steve. Soda's my bud," I said.

"You're my bud too, but I still drool over you," Steve replied, getting a beer.

Soda and I both scrunched up our faces.

"Nobody wanted to hear that," Two-Bit said, also getting a beer from the fridge.

"It's only the truth," Steve shrugged.

"The ugly truth," Soda whispered to me, making me laugh.

"Let's go for a walk," I said to Soda.

"If you guys are gone for more than an our, I'll assume your making out!" Two-Bit called after us.

"Maybe with other people!" I yelled back.

"Where do ya wanna go?" Sodapop asked, obviously trying to ignore Two-Bit's last comment.

"Meh.. to the movies?" I suggested.

"It's a date," Soda smilled as we hooked arms and skipped to the drive-in movies