Chapter 1
"You two need some serious help climbing," Kat said to Ponyboy and Johnny below still trying to climb the fence. Four of them were sneaking into a movie.
"Well it would help if you two could slow down," Ponyboy mumbled.
Dally laughed. He and Kat had already made it to the other side of the fence.
"Two-Bit said he'd be here. . ." Kat said, looking around. "And Soda, too. I've a feeling he's taken my sunglasses again. The little -"
"Kat!" Soda shouted from a distance away. He jogged up and handed her the red sunglasses. "There' ya go, Red."
"I knew you had 'em."
He smiled mischievously.
Sometime later, that had spread out a bit. Kat had managed to get into an argument with a Soc - again - though this Soc was different. This Soc was Jack Rivers. Jack Rivers was the idiot of all idiots. At least in Kat's eyes. He seriously hurt her long ago and since then she always held a grudge
"Oh, please," she scoffed. "You wouldn't know the definition of gentleman if I threw a dictionary at your face."
"That doesn't even make sense," he said.
"Actually it does. You're just too dumb to understand it. And I really just want to throw something at your face. Just gotta find somethin'."
"Fuck you," he said with a glare.
"You already tried to do that, remember? And you ran home crying to your mother with a broken face?"
"At least I don't whore around with a bunch of guys."
"First of all, they're my friends and one of them's my brother so that'd be disgusting and -"
"You okay?" Soda asked deciding to appear when he noticed Kat was getting her 'kill look'. That's what they call the look she gets before she rearranges someone's face.
"No. Because I unfortunately am having to listen to the shit that comes out of this nincompoop's ass. Oh, wait. That's your face. My mistake."
"You're lucky you're hot," Jack said.
"Oh, hell no," Soda glared. But he didn't have time to react because Kat had already landed her fist on Jack's face. He wheeled back and fell to the ground. His fellow Soc's tried to help him up.
"Have fun with another broken nose, asshole," she spat, and kicked him. . . you know where.
He let out a cry of pain and Kat whipped around to start back to the seats.
Dally was sitting in one of the seats with his feet propped up on the one in front of him. "Nice punch," he said and reached out a hand.
Kat high-fived him and produced a wallet. "I also snuck somethin' out of his jacket pocket."
Dally laughed. "I have taught you well."
"He'll get it back. Probably covered in something. Glue's a good idea. No wait - I've a better idea."
The next day Kat caught Jack outside the Dingo. "Here ya go," she said, handing him a jacket with a wallet in the pocket. "Would've given it back ages ago but I just couldn't figure out what to cover it in.
"Is this. . . hair grease?" he asked making a face when he touched his jacket.
"And gasoline. Who's the greaser now?"
Soda was inside the Dingo watching outside the window. He couldn't help but smile.
"Excuse me?" the girl in front of the counter said. She was quite upset that he was staring at Kat. She, like many other girls, wanted his attention. She's damn lucky to be able to hang out with him.
