13Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders, or any of its affiliates; nor am I an affiliate of The Outsiders. I do own the plot and the original character in this fan-fiction.
The ground was wet and hard under my prone form. I opened my eyes wearily. The first thing I saw was my hand. It was pale and covered in the blood from my gash. I tried to move it, but couldn't. I tried once more and my fingers just started to shake.
I ignored my hand, for now, and looked to see where I was and who was making all-that racket. Only Nick, Devin and I were left in the gymnasium. The others probably left once they saw my blood hit the wood floor. They knew if they were caught in here, they can and will easily get expelled.
"If you didn't knock her out, this would have never even happened!" Nick shouted. His eyes were furious. He would go into a rage if nobody could stop him. "How did you even know she was here? And how could you even think of hurting her if you trying to get her to go out with you!? That's just crazy!"
"I didn't mean to cut her! I didn't even mean for her to get knocked out!"
"You know how frail she-"
"I knew! I know damn well how sickly she is!" Devin yelled. "The retard I sent to get her is the one who didn't know!"
"Well, it's your fault for not telling him to be gentle!"
The verbal argument continued on, each one blaming the other for my current state. Not realizing it wasn't anyone's fault but my own. I was the one to make the choice to put myself in danger for a friend. I didn't want to see Nick hurt for my sake. I could fight for myself. I guess I was just trying to prove that to him. I'm tough, too. I don't need help fighting my own problems.
I felt vibrations through the ground. 'Oh great, that means a class is coming,' I thought. 'Nick and Devin can get caught. And if the teacher found out that they were fighting, they can get expelled.'
I tried to call to them, but they were too involved with their own argument. I got a better idea. I lifted my lower leg, and then let it fall into the floor. A nice loud sound resulted. The two warring boys dropped their disagreement and came right over to me. Perfect.
"Jean!" they shouted. The east side doors opened and a teacher with his class came into the room. I closed my eyes before the teacher could see that I was awake
"Hey!" what sounded like my teacher Mr. Power shouted. "What are you two boys doing here?"
"Well, you see sir." Nick began. "My buddy and I here were, erm, skipping class."
"Found me." I whispered to them, barely moving my lips to keep the idea that I was still knocked out
"And we found Jean here," Devin continued. "I tried to pick her up, but Nick told me not to, that I would probably hurt her worse."
By this time the kids were whispering and guessing what happened to me. I felt a hand touch my neck, under the corner of my jaw, then the hand pick up my injured arm. A finger got really close to the opening in my skin. I flinched. I gingerly started to open my eyes. I looked around from where I was to better give off the idea that I was coming to.
"Jeannetta, do you know what day it is?" Mr. Power asked me.
"It's Friday? Right?" I said.
"Yeah, do you think you can stand?"
"I can try." I sat up. It felt like all the blood was draining from my head. I got dizzy and the room started spinning. 'Okay, wasn't expecting that,' I thought. "I think this is as far up that my body will allow."
"Okay. Just relax." Mr. Power turned around and sent one of his fastest students to get the nurse. "Can you tell me what happened? Who did this to you?"
"I… I don't really remember," I said weakly. "I'm not even sure how I got here. I just remember getting punched in the head from behind, and that's it really."
"Okay, take it easy Jeannetta." Mr. Power turned to Nick and Devin. "And how did you two get in here without any of the teachers catching you?"
"We came in here a few minutes before the bell for class rang," Nick lied. Well… it probably was true to some extent. Nick was always good at telling half-truths. "We were hanging out behind the bleacher, you know, climbing up the bars and stuff."
"It wasn't until about a minute before you came in here that we came out from behind the bleachers," Devin continued. So far the story seemed really believable. "Nick said that he smelled something funny. So we came out and looked and found Jean lying in a pool of her own blood."
"And you didn't think to come outside and yell for help?" Mr. Power was angry. He always believed that kids are smart when it comes to emergencies. When, in reality, we don't really think at all. We do what first comes to our minds. And that usually is: try and wake the person up, get them fixed and bit and then go after whoever jumped them. Common sense seems to disappear when one needs it most, and then comes back when it's too late.
"Our first thought was to make sure that she was alive." Devin retorted. "What good is it to yell for help if the person you want to help is dead?"
"Then why didn't you just check her pulse, rather than try to wake her up?"
"We can't tell how to check a person's pulse! That for doctor's with metal thingies!" Nick shouted. I giggled slightly. I can't believe he actually said that. Thingies is such a 5-year-old world. It just goes to show his mental potential.
The doors once again opened and the nurse entered. She immediately saw the blood surrounding my arm. She took out a bottle of clear liquid and warned that it might sting a bit as she cleaned the wound. I might just be being a big baby, but that stung way much more than she let on. I grimaced as I felt a bandage being wrapped around my arm. I was hoping that she would rinse that stinging stuff out of my arm.
"Do you think you can walk if we lift you off the ground?" she asked.
"Prob'ly," I mumbled
"Okay, well," the nurse turned to Nick and Devin, "since you two were so adamant at skipping, you can help Jeannetta to my office. Then go have a nice chat with the dean of discipline for skipping class."
Excuse my language, but what a complete load of bullshit.
I'm on a train going to Tulsa, Oklahoma. I'm going to stay there with Dallas for a few years, or until Mom thinks New York is safe enough for me. All because I got jumped twice. The second jumping wasn't even a real jumping. I willingly went into the rumble so Nick wouldn't get badly hurt. If I didn't jump, he would have gotten cut to ribbons, I just got a slice. I didn't even need stitches from what the nurse said, just keep it clean and wrapped, and it will be better in a few weeks. The cut didn't even hit any tendons or nerves, so I would get full mobility once the wound closed.
I really wished this trip would hurry up. We're only five miles away from Tulsa, but it felt like hundred. We should be getting there in about ten minutes, give or take. I'm really starting to get nervous about seeing Dallas again. I wonder if he changed since I last saw him. Or if he likes a good fight still, not that I would be able to give him one. I bet he made his own gang, and they have battles or stupid things and then go play poker together. Okay, probably not play poker together, but he's definitely having fun out here. He would have made sure of it.
An announcement came on, to start gathering up your luggage because we have safely arrived in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I looked out the window and saw buildings and streets, the normal kinds of things you would see in a town like Tulsa. The east side of town appeared to be dingier than the cleaner west side. I got the idea that the east side is where Dallas is and where I will be living.
I disembarked from the train and began looking for Dallas. The easiest way I thought of to find him would to stand on something and look for his familiar mop or hair. So far, there were no blondes at all. The crowd pasted and I was left all alone. I sat down on the benches to the side of the station, and waited.
And waited, and waited.
Where is the world can that idiot brother of mine be? Hopefully not at a bar drunk or lying somewhere from a fight. Maybe he was just caught in traffic, or forgot what time the train was supposedly to coming. That left the question on how could he forgot that I was coming. I'm his kid sister! His only sister for goodness sakes!
I was brought out of my thoughts by a light tap on my shoulder. I turned around excepting to see the ice blue eyes of Dallas staring down at me. Instead I was met with large brown eyes of a stranger.
"You Jean?" he asked.
"Yeah, " I replied. "And you are?"
"Johnny, one of Dally's friends. C'mon, I'm suppost to take you to meet him." Johnny turned around and started walking. Dallas must have gotten a new name. I might have a hard time adjusting to that. Everyone always called him Dallas, and rarely Dal'. Never Dally… sounds like something you would name a puppy.
"We gonna walk there?" My bags were heavy and my arm was still hurting from the cut. I really hoped I would get a ride or something.
"Nah, Two-Bit will drive us. He's waiting just around the corner." Johnny turned back to make sure I wasn't falling behind. "You need help with your stuff?"
I nodded. He picked up the last bag that I was unsuccessfully reaching for just a moment sooner. He led me to a side street where an old rusty truck was waiting.
A/N: Yeah, I know the chapter was a bit short, but this was probably the hardest chapter so far, since I had the character actually move. And try to make everything as logic as possibly so Jean does seem like a Mary-sue… She doesn't seem like a Mary sue, does she? …Also I kind of forgot what most the characters looked like…. Well at least two of them.
Oh, and for those people who have this story on their favs and alert lists, can you please review? It is nice when I first get the messages saying people are faving and alerting my story, but I would like to know what you think about it. Why you like it? I'm not excepting everyone to start writing these big long reviews, but review longer than ten words would be nice.
Also, Jean is about to meet the whole gang, and I want to know, since the only reason I'm writing this is for the readers enjoyment, what relationship you would like to see Jean have. The choices are staying single, dating Pony, or dating another O.C. (please not the last one, I'm lazy and don't want to make up another person…) Oh and another possibility is the Jean surprise.
That is all. Please press the purple/blue button and review! Hopefully the next chapter will be out by Sunday or Monday, and will be longer.