"How much you want?" Soda asked. He didn't even look up to see who it was.
"Two dollars is fine," A familiar voice asked Soda. He looked up.
"Oh, it's you," Soda said. Cherry handed him the two dollars.
Soda filled up her tank, listening to her talk.
"You know, I heard about your visit with Bob yesterday," She said. Soda shrugged.
"Ya, what about it?" He asked.
"Well, I wanted to say that I'm sorry for you. Bob is different. We're not all like that," Soda stood up to look at her in the window.
"Just watch who your friends with," Soda said finally. He turned around, waiting for her to leave.
"You should, too, Sodapop." She said, and drove away. Soda didn't know what she meant at first, but later, when he was thinking about it, he realized that she was probably talking about Dallas.
There was a knock on the door. Sandy's parents were gone today. They were goin' to the city. Maybe it was Soda, Sandy thought.
When she opened the door, Dallas stood there, grinning. "What do you want?" She groaned.
"I wanted to tell ya somethin'. You heard about Soda gettin' beat up by the Socs yesterday, right?" She tried to speak. She hadn't heard about it. Dallas cut her off. "Well, he was with Suzy last night,"
"I know. He told me," She folded her arms over her chest. She had never really liked Dallas. He was always cheating on girls. He was always making fun of Soda. "Will you go away now?" She tried to close the door. Dallas stuck an arm out, holding it.
"Soda kissed Suzy." Dallas said. Sandy, who was still trying to push the door closed, stopped in her tracks.
Suzy was sitting on the field again. It was the field that had ended her time in this town once. She didn't know why she liked this field. It was so discomforting.
She wanted to go find Dallas. She wanted to go find Soda. She was falling for Soda. She knew it inside. She didn't want Dallas anymore. She wanted Soda.