We were taught the Socs ways. We even bought some Madras. My hair wasn't slicked anymore and there's no Grease left. I threw away my oil. So did Darrel. He is known as that now, by the Socs. We went and slashed Greasers' spares and it drove them to come out. They all chased us through the street while we were laughing. I saw the kid by himself. Ah, Pony, walking home alone. This was my opportunity to drive him wild. I got up and followed him slowly. I was quiet while stalking my prey. 'Kid, look out,' I thought to myself smiling at the pain he will feel with me on top of him, throwing knuckle balls to his pretty little face, all swollen and bruised because of me.
Hey, I'm Steve. I'd love to beat the 'Kid.'
I fished out a cigarette. It's an old habit, but I can't throw away smoking. I let it out of my lungs and felt free from this for once, but it was brought to a halt. I saw him pummeling my kid brother. Pony looked a mess and I wanted to help him, but I remembered the Socs. What they said about the 'Gang.' I couldn't help, but cry a little. I'm a dumb jerk and this is what I get!
I looked at Steve's face. It wasn't one bit guilty but haughtily laughing at me. At my pain. At the pain he was dealing. It hurt. We were enemies, but 'why...' I wanted to scream. I want to cry. Where's my brothers? My friends...?
I jerked him to me, wanting to see his face. At the ringer. I used a Diamond ring I got to hit him. The shiner wasn't pretty, all purple now.
'What the Hell did I do to you!?' I thought livid. I'm a good kid!
Man, Soda will kill Steve and I when he finds out. We will living on the street except for our six packs and the Socs. It ain't gonna feel good at all!
The gang's walking while I lagged behind thinking of Steve. He said some pretty nasty things. I didn't know what I did to set him off. But, I did. And it wasn't a good feeling. I was about to stop my thoughts when I saw him. Some kid got a pretty licking.
"You're a jerk, STEVE...!" That voice belonged to my baby!
I ran to Steve and pulled him off, BOY I WAS PISSED!
Imagine your kid brother getting laid to waste! By your best friend!
I hit him good and hard! "You ASSHOLE!"
Randall was getting it. I didn't want to be next.
I ran like a Coward. Like a Soc.
