We all given Steve a looked. He enjoyed fighting a little too much.
"we need to get back at those damn socs. They're the reason why Johnny and Dal' is dead." his voice filled with anger but he tried to keep it at a whisper.
"Steve, Johnny died for those kids. If they didn't go to that church, those kids would be dead." I started.
"But Johnny and Dal' would've been alive. We all miss both of them. I know you do, very much. Lets get back at them." Steve replied.
"I'm tired of the fighting. Do you really need to fight to figure out anything? Randy said that Socs will be socs and greasers will be greasers, we're always be at the bottom. You gotta accept that." my voice was stern.
"Then get your ass out of this town! There will always be fights everywhere you go!" Steve shouted.
"Fine!" I shouted as I got up to head out of the door. On the way to the door, I grabbed my clothes. "Soda, I'll give your clothes back the next time I see you." I turned back to tell Soda then I stormed out of the house. When I got to their gate, I herd two-bit, Darry and Soda yelling at Steve for what he told me. I was only 10 feet away from their house when I herd running footsteps behind me. Next thing I know, someone picked me up from the behind and held on to me tightly. More I moved, tighter their grip was.