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"...And after that, the cops had to get out of their cars to try and get Marc and myself..." The movie had ended and everyone was just walking home, Dally and Jean-Claude were telling story's of events before the got arrested for the worse thing that had done. Dally story had involved him being chased almost 3 miles, damaging 2 cars and beating up 2 cops. "...We had lost them briefly when we ran into Philippe -"

"Who's Philip?" Sodapop asked.

"Non, non, non, It's Philippe" Jean-Claude corrected him.

"Philip, its what I said."

"non, It's Philippe..."

"Philip?"

"Philippe!Not Philip"

"yeah, Philip" Soda smiled and nodded.

"non, It's Philippe...listen to me, Phil.."

"Phil," Soda repeated.

"ippe"

"ippe"

Jean-Claude smiled, " Philippe"

"Philip." Sodapop grinned. Everyone was laughing. They found it hilarious.

Jean-Claude punched Sodapop in the arm. Soda rubbed his arm and moved to stand on the other side of Steve, and when Jean wasn't looking, Soda stuck his tongue out at him," Now, After we ran into Philippe.." He glanced at Soda to see if he was going to start up again, "..at the rink, He had the same kind of problem. Now we couldn't go back the way we came, and we couldn't go the way Philippe came, so we went into the rink and hid the locker room. We were there for nearly 20 minutes before the cops came in. Now, none of us wanted get caught, obviously, So we just started fighting them. Now there was at least 8 of them, and the three of us kicked ass. But get this, we stepped out side, right, I was in front of them at the time, The second I stepped out of the door, I got shot by 4 different fucking cops that were outside waiting."

"No way" Dally didn't believe him.

"Oui way. I got the scars to prove it."

" Oh, yeah? Lets see." Dally crossed his arms.

Jean-Claude took off his jacket and showed then the small scars from there the bullets entered. One in his upper arm, 2 in his shoulder, then the one on his chest, " That one almost killed me," He told them. Soda had stepped closer for a better look. " Did it hurt?" He asked, which was kind of a stupid question.

"Yes...luckily I was only conscious for the first 15 minutes.."

"Does it still hurt?" Soda asked.

"Sometimes, yeah."

"Does it hurt now?"

"No..."

"What about now?" Soda asked, poking the scar on his chest.

Jean-Claude swatted his hand away, " Don't do that."

"Why? Did it hurt?" Soda asked, keeping his hands behind his back.

" Kind of, alright?" He snapped. Soda put on a little pout, " Sorry.." He muttered.

Jean-Claude sighed, " It's ok."

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They had gotten back to the Curtis house and noticed Darry, Ponyboy, Johnny and Matilda were still there, only now they were sitting the the living room talking, and there was a tall man with black, slicked back hair sitting there, too. They all looked up as they came inside.

"Zachariah, Ya shooda stayed far dis, ya know." the man said.

"Hey, He told everyone else ta leave..and he seemed pretty pissed so we left.." Zack shrugged.

"Did ya know aboot dis b'far ta-night?" His accent was thick and hard to understand at times ((Note: I know what it sounds like because my Uncle talks like it and It really is hard to understand...))

"Well...Kinda...I saw her givin then da tattoos..but it was too late ta stop her...Oh, Guys, my father, Luke," He said, mostly to His new friends. " Dad, dis is Sodapop, Steve, Two-Bit and Dallas.." He pointed to each of them as he introduced them.

Luke looked from Dallas to Jean-Claude with a raised eyebrow, then back at his son, " Dunt tell me d'eres fuckin' two a 'dem?"

Everyone started to snicker, except for Dally and Jean-Claude...And Pony,Johnny and Matilda because they weren't allowed to talk at the moment.

"So, What are there punishments?" Sodapop asked.

"Matilda 'as tree weeks groundin' " Luke said,looking at his daughter at the couch.

"Ponyboy and Johnny also have 3 weeks punishment" Darry said.

"Wait, Your grounding me?" Johnny asked, He looked at Dally, " Can he do that?" He asked him.

"Well.." Dally was about to say more before Darry spoke up, "Yes. I can. "

"Well...can't ya at least wait till after the break?" Sodapop asked.

Luke and Darry looked at each other for a moment, " Alright. Fine. After this week, they'll have one month grounding."

"A month?" Ponyboy whined.

"Wanna make it two?"

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Eventually, people started to leave..but the last 2 to leave were Dally and Jean-Claude, even worse, they were taking the same way. So there was just a long awkward silence, both boys walking with their hands in their pockets, looking at the ground.

Dally looked up and stopped walking as he noticed a mustang pull up beside them. He reached out the grabbed the back of Jean-Claude's jacket to stop him. Jean-Claude turned around, rolling his eyes slightly, "Ce qui?"

Dally just nodded in the direction of the Soc's getting out of the car.

"Qui sont ils?" Jean asked.

"What?" Dally sounded annoyed with him speaking french.

"Who are they?"

"Socs." Dally told him.

"What?" It was Jean's turn to be confused.

"Socs...you know...the rich kids from a 'higher society'..the like ganging up on Greasers" Dally told him, " What? Never had any in French-ville?"

"I drove down from Twillengate." He rolled his eyes slightly. " And yes. We had them. But we didn't call them 'Socs' "

"What did you call them?"

"Rich kids.." Jean-Claude grinned abit.

While they had been talking, the Socs had approached them and formed a circle.

"So, Grease, let me guess..." One of the socs said, speaking to Dally, " You tryed to clone yourself, but a shrimp got into the machine?" It had to be one of the corniest things either of the boys had heard, but for some reason, the Soc's friends laughed.

"Isn't there some guy named Bubba you should be fucking up the ass right now? You know, Exchanging alitle bodily fluids? Giving him a STD or something?" Jean- Claude asked with a smirk. Dally grinned, but didn't laugh.

The boy grabbed Jean-Claude by the collar of his jacket, " Fuck you!"

"Sorry, you have to take me to dinner, first."

Dally laughed at that one. But that's when the fists started to fly.

When it was over, Jean-Claude and Dally only had a few scratches, mostly on their hands. But the Socs were still picking themselves up.

"So, you teaching Johnny how to fight like that, right?" Dally asked.

"Oui." Jean-Claude gave a slight nod.

"I guess you're all right.." Dally shrugged.

"Really?" Jean-Claude raised an eyebrow, " I still think you're kind of a pansy"

Dally just stopped in his track, slightly stunned. But Jean-Claude just kept walking with his hands in his pockets.