"Two-Bit, come on. I'll bring ya home," Dallas offered. "You too, Johnnycakes." Everyone seemed scared of him now.
They headed out the front doors. They had to dodge some workers but they did it.
"Two-Bit, you think Soda would steal Suzy?" Dallas asked as they all got into the car.
"She's not really yours anymore. Apparently, she doesn't want you anymore. Neither does Sylvia. So your outta luck," Two-Bit chuckled.
Dallas tried not to get angry, and he managed. "But she was marked mine. Just like Sandy was marked his,"
"We're greasers. We don't get marked as each others, and we don't bail on each other." Two-Bit got out of the car. He went inside his house, and Dallas sat in the driveway.
After a while, Johnny got out of the car, knowing that Dallas was going to be a while. "He's right, Dallas." That gave him a lot to think about. We were greasers. We weren't marked each others. Soda had stuck up for Suzy. Suzy had stuck up for Dallas before. Everyone had stuck up for Dallas. Everyone stuck up for each other. It was the greaser nature. You didn't bail on each other.
"Suzy, just wait," Soda was pleading Suzy to stop running. His shoulder was killing him.
"Why?" She turned around. He ran into her. He hadn't noticed that she stopped.
"I wanna talk to you," He put his hand on his shoulder.
"You know," Her words were spitting, "I don't know why I even bothered coming back. Nobody seemed to want me back," She kept shaking her head, and wiping the tears.
"I wanted you back," Soda said. He stepped closer to her. Suzy thought, maybe it is possible that I was falling for Soda. Could I love someone else other than Dallas? Soda was just trying to be comforting. He took her hand in his.
Soda noticed everything that she was doing. The one thing he didn't see coming when she stepped on her tiptoes, whispered, "Really?" and kissed him..
Soda didn't want the kiss to happen. But he didn't try to stop it. Maybe, Soda thought, it was possible to love Suzy.