Ricky sat on the couch blowing smoke, he was comfortable and just wanted to unwind and get the break up off his mind.

"Hey, Ricky", yelled Johnny Vincent as he entered the hangout. He was the top dog of the clique. Ricky didn't say anything, he had his head to the back of the couch and watched the smoke dance.

Johnny walked over to him, tapped his leg and sat down when the boy finally gave him attention. "What's up?"

"Nothing...", he muttered.

Johnny knew by the tone of his voice. "Girlfriend?"

Ricky looked at him and put out the cigarette in the ash tray beside him. "Maybe"

He chuckled slightly. "What happened?"

Ricky took a deep breath. "Out of no where she breaks up with me. Yells at me. And walks out... without an explanation"

"It'll be ok. My girl cheats, yours left and then there's-"

"JOHNNY!", Peanut screamed as he entered the room with a bloodied up Lucky.

Johnny jumped up from the couch, "What happened!?" He said helping Peanut guide Lucky over to the bed.

"Those damn preppies", said Peanut. "I was coming back from the theater when I heard him being jumped"

"Who?", said Ricky angrily.

"That Gord kid and two others I don't know"

Lucky's right eye was swollen and lips were bloodied. He groaned in pain, "ahhh..."

"Easy man, your hurt, just relax", said Johnny.

"Johnny, what are we gonna do?", asked Peanut.

"I say we jump them", said Ricky.

"No, we can't just charge like that"

"And let them get away with this!?"

"No one is getting away with anything with me around", said Johnny.

Lucky grabbed his sleeve, Johnny looked at him. "What is it Lucky?"

He was trying to speak pass the pain in his sides. "Don't... go...", he huffed.

"Why?", asked Peanut.

"Lola...", he coughed. "Lola's been..."

"Lola?", Johnny was in full attention when he heard her name. They broke up officially after he went to the asylum for losing it. "What did Lola do?"

"She's sneaking around again... I heard them-", he coughed violently, blood marked his sleeve. He groaned in pain, "ugh... damn it"

"You get some rest... we'll deal with this", he said.

"You can't! You'll get hurt Johnny... those preppies got something planned. I couldn't understand all of it cause they were beating my ass, but... Johnny... you can't go"

Johnny thought about what he said. Deep down, he wanted to be a hard ass and take whatever it was, with a tough face, but the way he spoke... like it could end is life. Had him thinking twice.

Preps and Greasers have always had this conflict. Johnny remembered his first fight. Him and Derby... they were both freshman and couldn't stand each other. When they broke into two sides, making their own cliques sometimes they would just burst into war.

Johnny took the target on Lucky as an insult. He thought maybe, Derby Harrington is a reasonable bastard right? It was only for a moment when Jimmy Hopkins arrived to bullworth and made things calm down that they were almost buddies. Nah, that was stupid. Thinking he could just walk in Harrington House to negotiate?

Hell, he'd rather burn his hair off.

Lucky was in obvious pain, stupid boxers. The more he looked at him. He saw cuts, why cuts he asked himself. The preps were boxers, they fought with their fist. Maybe a few decided to go A-Wall.

"You said there were two others you didn't know besides Gord right?"

"Yeah... wait i think... maybe that Bif kid was there. My jaw hurts like hell. I think he suga ray slugged me"

"Do you remember anybody else?"

Bif wasn't a surprise, Bif himself couldn't stand Johnny for personal reasons.

"Uh... Parker?", he said. "No... maybe... damn I don't know. They were tossing me around so fast... I couldn't see"

Johnny sighed. "What now Johnny? Do we go to Derby or Bif?", said Peanut.

"I'd hate to go see Bif... punk doesn't like me and i don't necessarily wanna fight right now"

"It's gonna end in a fight anyway... look at Lucky. He could go blind"

He let out a deep breath. "Alright... tomorrow but not at school. After, alright?"