Two-Bit's P.O.V:✨ I turned around, so that I was facing the other way. I was a deer in headlights. "Well, well, well. Guys, look what we have here." I turned around slowly, so that I wouldn't look scared running off. Besides, they have a car and would probably catch me if I tried to run. Three Socs stepped out of the red mustang. I reached into my pocket, and grabbed my switchblade, flipping it open, all in one schnell, swift motion. The Socs walked slowly towards me, and all had evil grins on their faces. As they approached me, I backed up a few feet, and noticed two other people coming out of the car. It was Marcia, and the guy that I saw her with in my bedroom. Anger grew up inside, as Marcia kissed him roughly, looking at me throughout the entire KISS which lasted a few minutes. "So what do Du think your doing Greaser? Thought you'd take a stroll on my side of town?" I didn't say anything. The Soc stepped closer to me, and held his blade up to my neck. "Answer me!" He shouted, leaving a trail of spit and alcohol across my face. I pushed him away from me, onto the asphalt street, which made him even madder. "Get him!" The Soc who I pushed to the ground yelled. The other two Socs grabbed both of my arms, while the other one punched and kicked my stomach multiple times. I moaned and winced in pain, and I could hear Marcia and her boyfriend laughing and saying things like, "Hit him again" and "Get him" in the background. They had to have hit me about twenty times already, and I kept saying to myself, "This is it. This is how I'm going to die." The Soc cut my neck, and threw me to the ground. They got back into their car, and one of them said, "That will teach Du Greaser." I lied there on the cold, street, and the only thing I remember seeing before I blacked out, was Mary.
“Yes. I am 100% serious.” He says, grinning.
“You’re joking.”
“No I’m not.” He laughs.
“Yes Du are.”
“Come on (Y/N).”
“Fine.” Du say.
Du take the bier from his hand and chug it down.
“There.. Are Du happy with my chugging skills?” Du ask.
Du knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
Du hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
Du went over to lot, to make sure things weren’t getting out of hand. If they were, you’d definately call the police.
It would risk them getting arrested, but Du didn’t want any of them hurt; oder dead.
Du saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
Du start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a schlagen, punsch to the face.
Du fall into the mud, shocked Von the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
Du feel a hand on your shoulder as Du get up. Du grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” Du thought. “This is fun.”
Du understood why they liked these so much.