"Shit." Dallas Winston, toughest hood in Tulsa Oklahoma, had been cheated again. He leaned against the small gate in front of the Curtis house and gave it a soft kick with the toe of his boot, just so that he could watch it shake.
"Dally, man." Steve and Soda were rushing to work, but they had time to slap him on the shoulder as they made their way out.
Soda took one look at the cold looking boy and knew that something was up with him.
"What happened?" Soda had stooped to tie his black shoes and now was looking right up at Dally.
"Sylvia, man. Two-timing me while I was in jail again."
At that second, the other greasers exited the Curtis house and saw Dally shake his head and give his trademark smile.
"Its alright though." Dallas laughed and kicked at the fence again.
"Can't trust broads. Guess we've all learned that though." And then he shoved his hands into his pockets and was off down the road, kicking at a stray can.
"Well, shit." Steve mumbled and the others just shook their heads.
Shit was right.