The Outsiders x male reader

Chapter 4 (1/3)

P.O.V (M/n)

       The park was about two blocks square, with a fountain in the middle and a small swimming pool for little kids. The pool was empty now in the fall, but the fountain was going merrily. Tall elm trees made the park shadowy and dark, and it would have been a good hangout, but we preferred our vacant lot, and the Shepherd outfit liked the alleys down by the tracks, so the park was left to lovers and little kids.

Nobody was around at two-thirty in the morning, and it was a good place for Ponyboy to relax and cool off. Since I gave Ponyboy my jacket to not freeze to death, now I am. Johnny snapped up his jeans jacket and flipped up the collar.

"Ain't you about to freeze to death, (M/n)?"

"I'm fine, Johnny." I gave a little smile.

"No, you're not." Ponyboy said taking off my jacket and handing it to me. I immediately took it and put it on.

"Thank you." I said. Pony started to rub his bare arms between drags on his cigarette. He started to say something about the film of ice developing on the outer edges of the fountain when a sudden blast from a car horn made us all jump. The blue Mustang was circling the park slowly.

Johnny swore under his breath, and Pony muttered, "What do they want? This is our territory. What are Socs doing this far east?"

I grabbed onto the closest arm I could find. It was Pony's.

Johnny shook his head. "I don't know. But I bet they're looking for us. We picked up their girls."

"Oh, glory," Pony said with a groan, "this is all I need to top off a perfect night." He took one last drag on his weed and grounded the stub under his heel. "Want to run for it?" He asked.

"It's to late now," Johnny said. "Here they come."

Five Socs were coming straight at us, and from the way they were staggering, I figured they were reeling pickled. That scared me.

P.O.V Ponyboy

       (M/n) was somewhat shaking as he held on to my arm. I knew it was because of the Socs. But a cool deadly bluff could sometimes shake them off, but not if they outnumbered you five to three and were drunk.  Johnny's hand went to his back pocket and I remembered his switchblade. I wished for that broken bottle. I'd sure show them I could use it if I had to. Johnny and (M/n) were scared to death. I mean it. They were as white as ghosts and their eyes were wild-looking, like the eyes of an animal in a trap. We backed against the fountain and the Socs surrounded us. They smelled so heavily of whiskey and English Leather that I almost choked. I wished desperately that Darry and Soda would come along hunting for me. The five of us could handle them easily. But no one was around, and I knew Johnny and (M/n) and I were going to have to fight it out alone. Johnny had a blank, tough look on his face - you'd have had to know him to see the panic in his eyes. (M/n) was trying to look tough, but he looked a little scared. I stared at the Socs coolly. Maybe they could scare us to death, but we'd never let them have the satisfaction of knowing it.

It was Randy and Bob and three other Socs, and they recognized us. I knew (M/n) and Johnny recognized them; Johnny was watching the moonlight glint off Bob's rings with huge eyes. (M/n) was looking between Randy and Bob and Bob's rings with huge eyes too.

"Hey, whatta ya know?" Bob said a little unsteadily. "Here's the little greasers that picked up our girls. Hey, greasers."

"You're outa of your territory," Johnny warned in a low voice. "You'd better watch it."

Randy swore at us and they stepped in closer. Bob was eyeing (M/n) and Johnny. "Nup, pal, yer the ones who'd better watch it. Next time you want a broad, pick up yer own kind — dirt."