Damn Johnny.....damn Ponyboy.......damn Soc bitches! I was just having a little fun with them and I get sassed at by the gang's pet! What the hell?! Can a guy ease up just a bit without getting his ass chewed out?
I mean, I've had a rough day... Sylvia cheats on me again (fucking slut...), Two-bit rejects my date offer (then again.....I never did tell him that's what it was.....so that was my fault), and NOW I get told by two little fags and two little harlots! This SUCKS. Maybe if I can pick a fight some dumbass.....maybe...just MAYBE....my anger will go away.
So that's what I did: I went huntin' for a good ol' fight. Anything to get my mind off of my rather horrid day. It didn't take me long at all. Within the first few minutes, Tim Shepherd found me.
"Hey, Winston!". I turned around and noticed the street thug stomping towards me. Tim always looked funny whenever he was angry. "Evening, Shepherd. What seems to be the trouble tonight?".
He stopped right in front of me. "What's wrong?! You slashed my goddamn tires, you prick!". I laughed. Violating people's rides was always such fun...too bad dear ol' Tim didn't know that I did more to his ride than just that...
"You think it's funny, grease? Apparently it ain't if that lackey of yours was scared enough to go off and warn you beforehand!". "Yes, Tim...it's HILARIOUS! But wait....what are you talking about? Nobody warned me of anything". He tilted his head. "That dumb drunk one...Two-bit I think's his name. I asked him if he'd done it, but he said no. I just KNEW it was you, Dally. I didn't even need to threaten that greasebag or anything before he went runnin' to ya like some kind of dog. You have an admirer, Winston?".
Whoa....Two-bit knew about this? And he didn't even bother telling me?! What an asshole! But wait....what if he's with Ponyboy and Johnny right now, thinking I was still with them?
God, I'm such an idiot. "You're dead meat, Dallas". I held my fists up. "Bring it, Shepherd".
He threw a punch at my face, but I dodged it swiftly. So I pulled a fast one on him a knocked him in the back of his head. He let out a pathetic yelp as he held the back of his noggin. "You might not wanna go on, Tim. So don't stay".
He turned to me and punched hard in the ribs. I let out muffled yelp of my own now. Tim threw a good punch. Now my ribs were paying for it...
But I wasn't about to let him get away with taking me down let that. With what little strength I had left, I curved my body and threw a hard as hell hit to his eye. He would more than likely not be able to see outta it for a while. While he held his eye, I threw a kick with so much impact to his stomach that he fell over.
I bent down over him and came at him with, "Told ya not to stay, Timmy". I slapped his face lightly as I got up. God, my ribs were killing me. And I still had a party of Buck's to go to...
Maybe he'd be okay with letting my sleep off the pain over at his place? He'd have to. I knew exactly how to deal with him. So without further thought, I made my way to his house.
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Had to remember Dally and Tim's fight, right?
And GOD....I was writing one of the later chapters (like maybe five or six chapters from this point) for this earlier and...you know whenever your computer screws up for a minute and you lose all your information? Well....I lost like half of that chapter! :( I don't have the heart to rewrite it right now....maybe tommorrow...but not right now.
