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To get the free app, enter your mobile phone number. I have light-brown, almost-red hair and greenish-gray eyes. I wish they were more gray, because I hate most guys that have green eyes, but I have to be content with what I have.

My hair is longer than a lot of boys wear theirs, squared off in back and long at the front and sides, but I am a greaser and most of my neighborhood rarely bothers to get a haircut. Besides, I look better with long hair. I had a long walk home and no company, but I usually lone it anyway, for no reason except that I like to watch movies undisturbed so I can get into them and live them with the actors.

And nobody in our gang digs movies and books the way I do. For a while there, I thought I was the only person in the world that did. So I loned it. Soda tries to understand, at least, which is more than Darry does.

But then, Soda is different from anybody; he understands everything, almost. Anyway, I went on walking home, thinking about the movie, and then suddenly wishing I had some company. We get jumped by the Socs. Not like the Socs, who jump greasers and wreck houses and throw beer blasts for kicks, and get editorials in the paper for being a public disgrace one day and an asset to society the next.

Greasers are almost like hoods; we steal things and drive old souped-up cars and hold up gas stations and have a gang fight once in a while. Darry would kill me if I got into trouble with the police. Since Mom and Dad were killed in an auto wreck, the three of us get to stay together only as long as we behave. I only mean that most greasers do things like that, just like we wear our hair long and dress in blue jeans and T-shirts, or leave our shirttails out and wear leather jackets and tennis shoes or boots.

I could have waited to go to the movies until Darry or Sodapop got off work. Or I could have gotten one of the gang to come along, one of the four boys Darry and Soda and I have grown up with and consider family. Besides, I like walking. I was almost two blocks from home then, so I started walking a little faster. Johnny was scared of his own shadow after that.

Johnny was sixteen then. I automatically hitched my thumbs in my jeans and slouched, wondering if I could get away if I made a break for it. I remembered Johnny—his face all cut up and bruised, and I remembered how he had cried when we found him, half-conscious, in the corner lot.

Johnny had it awful rough at home—it took a lot to make him cry. I was sweating something fierce, although I was cold. I could feel my palms getting clammy and the perspiration running down my back. So I stood there like a bump on a log while they surrounded me. They walked around slowly, silently, smiling. He had on a madras shirt. I can still see it. Blue madras. One of them laughed, then cussed me out in a low voice.

I finally thought of something to say. Of course I backed right into one of them. They had me down in a second. I could smell English Leather shaving lotion and stale tobacco, and I wondered foolishly if I would suffocate before they did anything. I was scared so bad I was wishing I would.

I fought to get loose, and almost did for a second; then they tightened up on me and the one on my chest slugged me a couple of times. So I lay still, swearing at them between gasps. A blade was held against my throat. It occurred to me then that they could kill me. I went wild. I started screaming for Soda, Darry, anyone. Someone put his hand over my mouth, and I bit it as hard as I could, tasting the blood running through my teeth.

I heard a muttered curse and got slugged again, and they were stuffing a handkerchief in my mouth. Then there were shouts and the pounding of feet, and the Socs jumped up and left me lying there, gasping. I lay there and wondered what in the world was happening—people were jumping over me and running by me and I was too dazed to figure it out.

Then someone had me under the armpits and was hauling me to my feet. It was Darry. I was dizzy enough anyway. It seems funny to me that he should look just exactly like my father and act exactly the opposite from him.

My father was only forty when he died and he looked twenty-five and a lot of people thought Darry and Dad were brothers instead of father and son. But they only looked alike—my father was never rough with anyone without meaning to be. Darry is six-feet-two, and broad-shouldered and muscular.

He looks older than twenty—tough, cool, and smart. But he uses his head. Darry jammed his fists in his pockets. They did. Sodapop came loping back. By then I had figured that all the noise I had heard was the gang coming to rescue me.

He dropped down beside me, examining my head. He pulled out a handkerchief, wet the end of it with his tongue, and pressed it gently against the side of my head. Soda is handsomer than anyone else I know. His eyes are dark brown—lively, dancing, recklessly laughing eyes that can be gentle and sympathetic one moment and blazing with anger the next. He can get drunk in a drag race or dancing without ever getting near alcohol.

He gets drunk on just plain living. And he understands everybody. He looked at me more closely. I looked away hurriedly, because, if you want to know the truth, I was starting to bawl. I knew I was as white as I felt and I was shaking like a leaf. Soda just put his hand on my shoulder. I brushed them away impatiently. I had to grin at him—Soda can make you grin no matter what. Darry stared at him for a second, then cracked a grin.

Our gang had chased the Socs to their car and heaved rocks at them. They came running toward us now—four lean, hard guys. They were all as tough as nails and looked it. Steve Randle was seventeen, tall and lean, with thick greasy hair he kept combed in complicated swirls.

He could lift a hubcap quicker and more quietly than anyone in the neighborhood, but he also knew cars upside-down and backward, and he could drive anything on wheels. He and Soda worked at the same gas station—Steve part time and Soda full time—and their station got more customers than any other in town. Two-Bit Mathews was the oldest of the gang and the wisecracker of the bunch. He was about six feet tall, stocky in build, and very proud of his long rusty-colored sideburns. Hence his name.

Even his teachers forgot his real name was Keith, and we hardly remembered he had one. Life was one big joke to Two-Bit. Everything he said was so irresistibly funny that he just had to let the police in on it to brighten up their dull lives. He liked fights, blondes, and for some unfathomable reason, school. He was still a junior at eighteen and a half and he never learned anything.

He just went for kicks. I liked him real well because he kept us laughing at ourselves as well as at other things. He reminded me of Will Rogers—maybe it was the grin. If I had to pick the real character of the gang, it would be Dallas Winston—Dally. I used to like to draw his picture when he was in a dangerous mood, for then I could get his personality down in a few lines. He had an elfish face, with high cheekbones and a pointed chin, small, sharp animal teeth, and ears like a lynx.

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