Dallas scowled after her.
"Awe, calm down Dally," Soda says sympathetically.
"NO!" Dally elbowed him in the ribs hard to get rid of the urge to hit him. He hated hurting Soda. "Johnny had to put up with that shit for sixteen goddamn years! My life was worse, but why Johnny? He didn't deserve that, man. All he did was try to help everyone! Who the hell does she think she is!" Dally slammed his fist into a car driving by.
It was the Shepards.'
"Dally, what the hell man? C'mon!" Curly yelled out of the passengers seat window.
"Dallas, come on bro." Soda said, catching his breath.
"Dal!" Darry yelled, jumping out of the car he just came home in. "Enough." Dally gave him a cold glare, and Ponyboy tried to stop him, but it was too late. Dally punched Darry hard in the jaw. Darry crouched over and spat blood. Dally looked at his knuckles that were busted open, his hand quivering. He passed out cold.
"Soda?" He asked quietly when he opened his eyes. "Look, I'm sorr-" he tried sitting up, gasped in pain and lay back down. His head was throbbing..
He looked around warily. The last thing he remembered was elbowing Soda.
Two-Bit was lighting a cigarette, and Ponyboy was bickering with Steve, over who knows what. Soda was icing Darry's jaw. Suddenly memory came rushing over him. He groaned.
"Sorry Darry," he almost whispered.
"You blacked out, Dally," Two-Bit said nonchalantly. He took a long drag on his cigarette.
"That's it!" Soda jumped up. "Two-Bit, what's going on with you man?" He demanded. Two-Bit hestitated for a moment, then started talking fast.
"The Soc's man. You know how they jumped me a couple of days ago? It got dirty. I'm fine, of course. But the cops saw us, and they want to charge me and them with unnecesary violence. Someone honestly could of died there, and now the cops are really watching these fights, man. Ever since Johnny..And I might get jail time."
Everyone went silent.