![]() ![]() Designed for any trade that demands woodcutting for installing pipe and conduit, Selfeed bits feed into work without pressure and provide faster boring of clean, accurate holes. I sneak into my room, curling into my blankets and squealing into my pillow.Milwaukee® Selfeed drill bits deliver speed and endurance for repetitive drilling of large holes. Finally realizing that I'm just standing on my doorstep like a statue, I quickly open my door and slip inside. My heart feels like its soaring as I watch him disappear into the shadows. "Cya," he says simply, grinning at my facial expression. My chest seems to explode with some emotion as I try to process what is happening. I turn instinctively, but then he presses his lips against mine. I'll see ya." I am about to go inside when he grabs my hand. I tear off a blank part and scribble my number onto the scrap. It was for a test that I already took, but I forgot to throw it away. I pull out an index card with some science notes and a pen. "But fun," Two-Bit adds, probably remembering the panic-stricken faces of the Socs. Ponyboy and Johnny say that they're going to the lot, leaving us alone on my doorstep. It actually isn't far from theirs, as they tell me. He throws an arm around me, walking with a hopping gait. He seems to be the only one excited besides me everyone else looks devastatingly relieved or terrified. "Imagine the story we get to tell about this! Socs getting scared of us!" Ponyboy and Johnny both lose their act, shoulders slumping with relief. I feel my body relax as the danger passes. Two-Bit cheers, pumping his fist into the air, as they zoom away. The Socs hop into the car without a word, panic clear on their faces. He points the blade at the Socs, taking yet another step forward. Two-Bit flicks out a switchblade, tossing a busted pop bottle to Ponyboy, who was closest to him. As if on cue, all three greasers step forward. I can tell that they're both scared - especially Johnny - but they put on a cold, hard face, staring at the Socs. Shock and relief blaze through me at the same time. The pale street light washes over the figures who are standing behind us. "You might want to rethink that." Without even glancing behind him, Two-Bit steps aside. "You!" The second Soc in a blue polo shirt laughs, holding up his blade. At any moment, I expect cold hands to grab me and pull me to the ground. I can barely breathe, my chest is so tight. ![]() By now, the footsteps thundering behind us falter to a stop behind me. "Who ya callin' bums, pal!?" Two-Bit's hand drifts behind him. This place only looks suitable for bums," A Soc in a green madras shirt cackles. What if it's more of them? Where are Two-Bit's friends who came to the drive-in with us? My heart is pounding against my chest. I hear footsteps far behind me I freeze in fear, not wanting to turn around. "This is our territory," Two-Bit yells out as the Socs approach us. I may have only known him for short hours, but the seriousness is strange on him. The cheesy grin is gone instead, his mouth is set in a straight line and his gray eyes are stormy. Two-Bit automatically steps in front of me. Two Socs hop out, something glinting in their hands. A dark blue Corvair screeches to a halt next to us. He is about to say something smart when a sudden motor revving drowns out his words. "I can handle myself just fine," I say lightly, but it's obvious that I want him to stay anyway. My cheeks burn but I can't help but giggle. "Nah, no way am I letting a pretty lady like you walk without your humble escort here." He gives me a bow. "My house is about two blocks down," I say, pointing down the sidewalk. Everything he says with his dorky, joking voice seems to make me feel light and happy inside. You seem like the guy always going to get his two-bits worth in." "Thank you." I speak again a moment after. "I didn't catch your name," the greaser says as we turn a corner. He's been nonstop flirting with me ever since he saw me at the Nightly Double now he's walking me home, cracking everything under the sun. ![]() I love his scatterbrained sense of humor and his goofy laugh. I giggle, my cheeks flushing as the rusty-haired greaser beside me says another flirtatious joke. ![]()
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