Requested imagine for @discopandas2! Enjoy!

"Okay, Ponyboy. Well, I'm going to go find Johnnycake. I'll see ya later," I said to my friend Ponyboy Curtis one afternoon. School had just ended, and my boyfriend, Johnny Cade was nowhere to be seen!

"He's probably at the lot," Ponyboy called to me, with a wave. I thanked him and ran off to go find my boyfriend. I knew I shouldn't have been walking all alone, but maybe I just wasn't thinking. Ponyboy's older brother is always saying something like that, that some people just don't use their heads.

Starting off towards the lot, I noticed a mustang trailing me as soon as I left the school grounds. I tried to speed up my walking, but what good would that have done when I'm one small person on foot and they were in a car?

Well, as soon as I got tired and slowed down my walking a bit, I heard their doors slam. Immediately, they were by my side.

"Hey, pretty lady," one said. Another one grabbed my wrists as I kept walking, pulling me back and said, "You ain't going nowhere." I felt my forehead break out in a cold sweat, my heart beat quickening it's pace. In an instant, they had me on the ground.

I started kicking and screaming, thrashing against the weight of the boys, knowing what was to come.

"Help! Johnny! Ponyboy! Dally!" I screamed. No response, nobody did anything other than try to hurt me. A knife was taken out, and ran across the skin on my neck. I was kicked in the shins, which would have kept me down if someone wasn't holding me there. A few more knives were drawn, but I was so scared I didn't even know where I was being cut up.

"Help!" I yelled.

"Someone shut her up already," the Soc who was holding me down yelled. Someone stuck their hand on top of my mouth to quiet me, and I bit them. Immediately, they drew their hand away.

"She bit me!" He yelled. I growled at him. I watched, thrashing, kicking and screaming, as a few guys dug into their pockets. Finally, a handkerchief was found, and put in my mouth. I couldn't scream anymore, I could barely breath. I was sweating and bleeding and I could feel bruises forming already.

A lock of my hair was suddenly floating to the ground next to me. My heart leapt into my throat. My hair! They were cutting my hair!

"Ahhhhh!" I screamed, but ended up choking because of the dirty napkin in my mouth. I tried to move it to get my hands out of my mouth, but someone stepped on my wrists, causing me to cry out in pain.

I watched my surroundings, hoping someone would come and save me, and finally someone walked by. I couldn't see his face at first, but I saw what he was wearing. A white t-shirt with a denim jacket over it and a pair of jeans. I would know that jacket anywhere. Johnny Cade.

I tried to scream for help, and when he finally noticed me, he turned completely pale white. He looked as if he were hyperventilating, although he sprang right into action.

"Hey!" He yelled. A few of the guys snickered, walking over to him. I thrashed even more, hoping they wouldn't hurt him.

"Y-you better get offa her. This ain't your territory!" Johnny said, his voice weak and unsteady. It was at least enough to get the guys attention, because they stopped what they were doing with me. Quickly, I ran and hid behind a bush, watching a 5 against 1 rumble start.

Johnny tumbled with the guy that cut my hair, when Dally and a few other Greasers that I didn't recognize came out to help him. Finally, the Socs fled.

I felt tears streaming down my face as I looked myself over. I had bruises and cuts and scrapes everywhere, but those didn't even begin to compare to my hair. It was uneven now, with some of it hanging down below my shoulder and the other half ragged and split, barely reaching my chin. I tried to smooth it out, brush it, figure out a way to put it up that would make it look better, but nothing seemed to help it.

Bringing my knees up to my chest, I buried my face into them and cried. My body shook with sobs, and I felt an arm go around me. I looked over. Johnny was holding me in his arms. As soon as I looked in his eyes, he smiled at me.

"Are you okay, Maddy?" Johnny asked me. I nodded, desperately trying to fix my hair again. He looked sad for a moment, but then he hid it behind a small smile.

"Don't worry about your hair right now," he said. I frowned, knowing how awful it must have looked. He ran his fingers through the long side, then the short one. By this point, I had just wanted to pull it all out, but somehow, his fingers, as they untangled my messy mane, made me feel a lot better.

"How does it look?" I asked him, my voice shaky and sad. He takes a deep breath before speaking.

"You look beautiful, Maddy. Somehow you still look amazing, even after you just got jumped..." He starts, his voice light at first, then trailing off a bit. "Your hair's a little messy, but we can fix it. Don't worry," he said. I buried my face in his neck, and he rubbed my back.

"You saved me, Johnny," I whispered. He smiled, his cheeks a cute reddish-pink blush.

"Yeah, I guess I did," he responded.

"Thank you," I said to him. His smile only got bigger.

"Awe, you don't gotta thank me, Maddy. You're my girl. I love you," he said. I kissed his cheek. We'd said I love you before, but every time was still special.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked, looking me over. I nodded.

"I'll be okay, Johnnycake. Don't worry," I told him. I knew he did worry, though. And that was okay, because I worried about him too, especially when he didn't show up to school that day.

A/N: Here you go, Maddy! What did you think?