The meeting of Randy and Steve! I don't know why but I really felt sorry for Steve in this fic. Bless his heart. Evie too.
Evie was always a willing participant for Steve's shameless lust. She had loved him since eighth grade. It sounded cliché but he really was her best friend. She knew him like a book, cover to cover and she could see their whole life laid out in front of them. They would walk down that road hand in hand, because that was what was meant to be.
Steve had just turned off the engine, and Evie could see his eyes clouding in that way. She leaned over to get things started with quick, wet, encouraging kisses. Unexpectedly Steve put his hands on her waist and instead of pulling her close; he pushed her away and stared hard at something else. Evie followed his gaze in confusion. It was a blue mustang, and she knew from stories who owned it. That cloudy look in his eyes wasn't want, it was hate. It scared her to realize. His eyes didn't waver as he opened his door slowly, like a wild animal stalking prey.
"Steve. Don't, I'm scared. Steve!" Evie begged, but her words fell on stone deaf ears.
Steve creped soundlessly to the driver door of the mustang, the windows were fogged over. In contrast to his walk, he yanked the door open quickly and in the same movement he jerked the Soc off the half-naked girl under him, and slung him to the ground.
Randy was dazed, his pants were open and his clothes were otherwise disheveled. He looked drunk sitting on the ground like that, but when he realized it was a greaser who had pulled him out of his car his expression changed to one of cold heartless rage, it was a look that would have struck fear in any man besides Steve when he was so determined. The same second Randy realized who he was looking at Steve's boot landed hard across Randy's face.
The half-dressed girl let out a scream as she was crawling out of the car while trying to cover herself. Evie was still calling to him, and a few guys had gotten out of their cars to watch the fight. Some were cheering for Randy, and some for Steve. But Steve didn't hear any of it, and neither did Randy in his state.
There was no reason for Steve to stop, he finally had someone to release his anger on, and he wasn't going to hold back. He let Randy have another kick to the chest, knocking all of the air out of his victim. Then he jumped on to Randy's torso and let him have it with his fist. Blow after blow his mind made checks of all the things Steve was hitting him for. For the car he drove, for the half dressed, screaming girl, for Soda, for Dally, for Johnny, for all the times a Soc had tried to jump him, for the things his father said, for how unfair life was. He didn't even realize when Randy stopped fighting back, he kept swinging. For Soda, for the job he worked, for the job Randy didn't have, for no reason at all, because he was finally doing something, he kept hitting him.
But then he stopped, not because he wanted to but because a handsome young man with golden hair and brown eyes tackled him knocking him off Randy. It was Soda. In his rage Steve didn't realize why exactly Soda, his best friend, made him stop, maybe it was because Steve was getting carried away and Soda didn't want him to be responsible for killing a Soc like poor Johnny had been. But no, that wasn't it. Soda had stopped the beating because Randy was his buddy, and he didn't know Steve, but he hated him anyway.
Steve was on his feet in an instant and Bob was ready for the fight. Steve went to tackle him, but Bob met him with a fist to the jaw knocking Steve backwards but not quite off his feet.
Steve remembered playing around with Soda before, his name might have changed but his fighting style hadn't. It was hard for Steve to get his punches in between the blows Bob was giving him, but a quick double tap to Sodas face and he fell like a sack of bricks.
It was over.
Steve looked around at the mayhem. There were spectators staring quietly, shocked at the two boys on the ground and the one standing, bleeding, over them. The dark haired girl was still standing by the mustang and she was sobbing quietly but not looking at all like you would expect. Cherry, the red head who Steve had met once before was rushing to Soda's unconscious body, she was mad and her hate radiated over Steve. He looked back, unable to help the apologetic look on his bloody, bruised, swollen face when he looked at Evie standing quietly by his car, looking as loyal as a puppy.
"You." Steve snarled as he looked back down at Cherry.
He reached down and began to hoist Soda up, but Cherry tried to beat him off with her fist. It was a hopeless endeavor, and with Steve still as mad at he was, dangerous.
Steve pushed her off of Soda easily and threw the boy over his shoulder. It could have been the adrenalin, but he felt lighter than he had before. For some reason he glanced around at the girl by the mustang and their eyes met.
He quickly turned his gaze back to Cherry, "You tell that pig if he wants him, he's gonna have to come get him." Steve said in a voice so full of hate, that it made Cherry wince.
Cherry moved closer to Randy trying to wake him while still cautiously gazing after Steve. He was putting his former best friend in the backseat, then he looked back at Marcia and she looked at him with a pleading look that Cherry didn't understand. Then with Evie riding shotgun, Steve raced away.
Thanks for reading, I hope you like it.