I watched as Randy returned to the house with narrowed eyes. I didn't stop watching the front door until it clicked shut. He never left me alone; He was always intervening in the relationships I had with boys and my friends. Obviously it's gotten annoying. Randy trying to drag me from the car snapped my final nerve. I hoped that the punch hurt him, because my knuckles were throbbing.
The three boys who stood in front of Steve and I were friends of Randy's, which was honestly surprising - Not because he's my brother and he's forbidden to have any friends. That was a different subject altogether. It was surprising because Randy was so sweet and down-to-earth, whereas these boys were violent and the definition of heartless, soulless people. In other words, they're assholes.
The boy in the middle, Devon, flicked out his switch, and I didn't even flinch. I knew that Devon was all muscle and no gut, so I didn't think posed too much of a threat. However I knew that he knew how to maneuver a blade - He told me that he stabbed a kid last week. It was some greaser that was walking with Valance's cousin.
I felt my back pocket, hoping to feel the usual bump against the fabric that was my switch, but it wasn't there. I looked to Steve, assuming that he may have already brought out any sort of defense he had decided to bring. Apparently he was planning to retaliate with only his fists, because his hands were empty.
The two boys that flanked Devon, Rick and Jaime, were also defenseless. None of the three boys had attacked us yet, and Steve and I held our ground. We wouldn't attack unless they did, but we knew that they would eventually. Perhaps they may not attack me, since I myself am a Soc, but Steve is a greaser invading on their territory. I'm determined to help make sure that Steve doesn't leave this fight with anything more than a black eye.
Devon took our refusal of attack to run at Steve. Steve raised his arm and began to step out of the way to avoid the blade, but his effort was useless.
There was a loud crack that rang through the air.
Paul didn't get within five feet of Steve as he dropped to the concrete.
I looked to my side, and saw a greasy-haired boy, holding a gun in the air.