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Dallas had made his decision. He was going to go back to New York. What a thought, he always figured he'd never see that place again.
He walked slowly back into the living room, where the rest of the greasers were.
"So I guess I'm goin' to New York," Dallas looked at the boys and tried to speak casually. Even though he was still hoping the whole thing was a wacky dream and he would be waking up and second.
"Your just going to leave us?" Two-Bit asked, not one ounce of laughter in his voice. He could remember the day he met Dally. He was at the movie theatre with his little sister and Dally came up to them, asking Two-Bit if he had a cancerstick. Of course Two-Bit had no idea what this boy was talking about, but by the end of the night he had become a smoker. Now Dal was just going to leave them? No fair.
"It's just what I gotta do...I'm gonna go tell the Shepards." Dally said, walking out on their protests. While all this had been going on, Action and A-rab had been standing there, smiling smugly. Soda and Steve had exchanged quite a few looks of how they disliked the two.
"We're goin' for a walk." A-rab announced. "Tell Dal we'll be back." With that they left.
"Hey! You two!" A-rab and Action turned around to see Soda and Steve standing there, looking like they wanted to hurt something.
"Yes?" Action asked.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" Steve growled.
"Comin' here and takin' Dally like he's your damn property!" Soda added. It wasn't often Sodapop Curtis was mad, but when he was, no one would want to be the one to fight him.
"Listen," A-rab said. "What was it, Sodacan?"
"Sodapop!" Steve angrily corrected.
"Right, right." A-rab nodded. "Listen, Sodapop and Seth-"
"Steve!" Soda cried.
"Sodapop and Steve," A-rab began again, after sarcastically correctly pronoucncing their names. "Dallas Winston was a Jet before he was a…what do you call yourselves? Oilers?"
"Greasers!" Both greasers shouted.
"Yeah. Dally was a Jet before he ever was a Greaser. And when you're a Jet, you're a Jet all the way! So Dally's gonna now fulfill his duties, that he agreed to when he joined the Jets. Meet Dallas Winston. The new Jet leader. You all are gonna have to find yourselves a new bodyguard, got it buddy-boys?" That did it. Steve punched A-rab dead in the jaw and they began to fight. Soda against Action, Steve against A-rab, Greaser against Jet. The fight went on for a few minutes when,
"Break it up!" A familiar voice yelled. All heads shot up to see Dally running towards them. They continued to fight, each side thinking Dally would join them. Instead, Dally got in the middle and with a glare at the Jets, they stepped back, not being able to disobey their leader.
"C'mon Dal, we should head back to your place and get you packed. Sooner we leave this...place the better," Action started walking, and A-rab followed.
"We ain't leavin' this place yet. Monday...Monday we'll leave. And if you shits try fighting again, I'll kill all of you, got it?" Dally looked at all four boys angrily.
Soda and Steve nodded as Action and A-rab did too. "Got a make nice with the PR's and we gotta make nice with these freaks, "Action muttered to A-rab, and followed their new found leader into the Curtis house.
"When ya leavin' Dal?" Darry asked, but didn't bother listening when he saw a nice new shiner on his kid brother's cheek. Dally's "visitors" he was guessing were the ones to blame. Now he wasn't to hot about them storming into their turf, demanding to see their friend, and then say they were taking him back with them. But now that Soda's got a new bruise to add to his record, Darry was a little pissed.
"Monday," Dallas replied, not being able to look the other boys in the eyes.
"Well we better make this one helluva weekend," Two-Bit smiled.
Okay there's Chapter 4. Hope ya liked it!
Ale and Hope