Me, Two-Bit,and Pony were all walking backwards listening to Two- Bit talking about what happened to him the other night.
" I would of drove us but the brakes went out and almost killed me and Cathy the other night. Her brother now that's a hood. He's so greasy he glides when he goes to the barber shop to get a oil change not a hair cut."
Me and Two-Bit laughed at his remark. We saw a Mustang tailing us as we all turned on our heels starting to walk forwards. They followed us all the way to the store.
" How many were there?" Two-Bit asked looking over his shoulder.
" Five I think." Ponyboy responded.
Two-Bit stopped us before we could go inside. A couple of socs walked towards us.
" What do they want?" I said out loud.
" Where about to find out." Two-Bit answered.
The tall one with curly brown hair came up to us.
" You know the rules,no jazz before the rumble."
" We know." The soc answered.
" I want to talk to Curtis."
" Which one?" I blurted out without thinking.
" Both I guess."
He looked confused. Ponyboy looked at Two-Bit for reassurance.
" I'll keep my eye on him."
We walked to his blue Mustang. Boy was it tuff.
" How come I saw you two in the newspaper?"
" I guess we're heros." Pony answered.
" I wouldn't of saved them."
" You might of."
" Let's talk inside."
Me and Pony looked at eachother then opened the door to the car and stepped in.
" I'm not gonna show at the rumble tonight."
" How come?" I asked.
" Well it doesn't matter who wins. We'll always be at the top with all the breaks and you at the bottom. Socs will still be socs and greasers will still be greasers." Pony and I got out of the car and the soc said
" Thanks greaser. I didn't mean that I meant thanks kid."
" Names Ponyboy."
" Valley."
We walked back to were Two-Bit was making fun of the socs.
" What did Mr. super soc have to say."
" He ain't a soc, he's just a guy who wanted to talk."