A/n: Sorry for not updating.

Dally's POV

"Ugh!" I screamed in frustration as I hit a tree. How did she do it? How did the little tramp always win?

She bought the jacket for Johnny. She bought it before I could. She did it on purpose, like she always does. I hate her. Usually I would fight to the death for what belongs to me.

But what makes things even worse is that I can't compete with Angela. There is no way Johnny would pick me over her. And that pissed me off more than anything.

You know what? Screw him. Screw Angela. And screw his stupid little dinky birthday party.

He'll be lucky if I even go.

Johnny's POV

"Yeah?" I laughed into the Curtis' phone. I was talking to Angela there as usual because I can hardly do anything around my house without getting hit.

"Hey Johnnycakes, how about you get off of my phone and try talking to someone else?" Darry yelled from the living room.

"After all, there are five other people here you can talk to."

After saying a quick goodbye to Angela I replied with a laugh, "Angela is the only person I want to talk to."

I was met with silence. I quickly stopped laughing and looked at the serious faces of my friends.

"It was a joke." I said nervously.

"Well it sure does seem that way most of the time." Ponyboy said stiffly.

"Try all of the time." Steve said in a low, angry voice.

"Isn't she tired of you yet?" I heard a voice from behind me. The cold bitterness in the tone was unmistakably Dally's.

"No." I said with defiance, lifting my chin.

"Angela loves me, and I love her. That's how it's gonna be, and I'm gonna marry her one day. We're going to have kids and live together forever."

Two-bit laughed, "Yeah, your little fairytale world." He paused to take a long drink out of his beer can; I hoped he choked on the liquid.

"But in reality, Johnnycakes you're just gonna get your heart broken. Angela's a sneaky, dirty broad." Soda said softly.

"Well then in that case we are gonna be together forever, 'cause she's nothing like Sandy right Soda?" I said through clenched teeth. I knew what I said was hitting below the belt, but I had the right to feel angry. They were insulting my girlfriend in front of my face!

Soda's face turned white, then tomato red. I ran out before he could finish. Whatever he had to say, I didn't want to hear it.

Before I turned the corner of the block I yelled so loud I knew they could hear, "I can't believe you assholes are my friends!"

I guess my mother's yelling skills are hereditary.

A/N: I love that last line!!!!!!