"Hey buddy!" Steve stood up abrubtly shaking the table as he wiped milkshake off from the front of his shirt, "who do you think you are?" He pointed across the crowded diner room to a pretty boy soc with perfectly pressed pants and a matching madras shirt.
"I don't know grease," he sneered, "what are you going to do about it?" the soc stood up as well, revealing his towering height and broad shoulders.
"Oh ill show you what I'm going to do about it," Steve said with confidence as he started to walk towards his opponent. But Evie, also soaked in milkshake, grabbed his arm and pleaded,
"Steve don't, he's not worth it."
"oh I'm ready to whoops some soc ass," soda muttered under his breath, jumping to his feet.
"Nah I got this one," Steve's cold eyes raged.
"Hold on soda," Sandy said fretfully," it's his fight, plus we don't want to start a whole rumble." Sodas wreck less brown eyes tore himself away and sat back down. Steve was still intent on crushing this no-good entitled soc.
"Stevie no!" Evie begged grasping harder into his arm.
"Oh girly grease slut going to save you?" The soc mocked from across the room.
"oh, let's go man," Steve lengthened his already long stride. Smoothing his tuff hair as he went.
The manager stormed out of the back room, stomping towards the teens in the nick of time,
"hey! Take it outside boys or ill call the cops!"
"Let's go pretty boy," Steve beckoned toward the door. The soc swung the door open and a few of his carbon-copy sweater wearing friends followed. Evie, Sandy, and Soda came running, skirt swishing and nerves screaming.
The parking lot was only illuminated by the diner's fluorescent shine creating a pool of harsh light. Steve stepped right in the middle of the light looking as tough as they come: with his sleeves rolled up revealing his tattoo and smoking a cigarette.
The soc joined Steve in the ring of light, striding up to within spitting distance. Taking a step back, Steve put up his fists, ready to attack or protect his body.
he chose to attack first, landing one in the jaw of the taller boy. Taken aback, he soc swung straight for Steve's nose, his aim dead on target. Evie let out a piercing cry as Sandy clutched Sodapop to keep him from running into the fight.
Steve countered his new bloody nose with a shot to the ribs that was immediately blocked. The block made him topple off balance and left his body open, perfect for a punch in the gut. He hit the ground with a thud and the soc pounced on Steve's chest.
"Stevie!" Evie shrieked, blood was spattered all over his shirt and in his hair. Soda almost broke free of Sandy's grip, until he saw his friend release all of his pent up anger for everything and anything in this world.
With explosive speed, Steve stood on two legs, he was able to shake the bigger fighter off of his aching body.
the sound of sirens pierced the chill night air. the light soon shined on fighting teens, and Steve took his chance and landed a final uppercut his the soc's chiseled chin.
A few of the soc's hopped into their stuff muscle cars and burned out of the parking lot before the two officers handcuffed the boys.
Evie heard them reading his Miranda rights as they lead him to the car And she couldn't hold back her tears anymore.
"Steve!" She cried after him and started running toward the cop car. Luckily Sandy caught her arm and held her back as she sobbed uncontrollably. Steve's nose continued to gush blood as he watched his girl on her knees crying. The sounds of her sobs faded as the siren wailed, and her pretty yellow dress got blurrier and blurrier as they took him down to the station.