𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 || 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝟐

s.r. ~ team

Tulsa, Oklahoma. Park.
Tuesday, 1966.
09:23 p.m.

•••

"This is our territory. You better watch it"

I said to the Socs. They just randomly came to us while we were just hanging out.

"No, you better watch it!" Said one of em'.

"Oh really?" I said, walking closer to them. "Or what? Eh?" "You don't wanna know." He said.

"Oh I wanna know, real bad." I murmured, getting closer. "Yeah I wanna know too." Said Steve. I gave him a look to stop.

"Okay then, you wanna know? Here's what it is." He then punches me but I dodged it, grabbed his arm and twisted it.

And here, starts a fight.

I had the - who I think is - leader of their gang. There were 6 of em and 7 of us. I didn't want to underestimate them immediately by thinking since there are more of us than them, we could beat them. Because me and Steve fought 5 Socs at once a few times.

After a few minutes, we won. They ran off. All we got was a few cuts and bruises.

I high fived everyone. "Good fight, good fight." I said.

Steve picked me up and spun me around, making me giggle.

"Another win for Y/n Shelby! The greatest fighter and the love of my life." Steve said, smooching me.

"Oh please! There are kids watching!" I said.

•••

I was at school just about to go home until the group of Socs we fought two nights ago walked up to me.

"Hey you." The "leader" said. I turned to them as I shut my locker. "Ah, you guys again." I said.

"Yeah. We're sorry about-- last time. You're uhh... You're a good fighter." He said. "I know." I said, starting to walk away. They followed up.

"I uhm, I'm Bob, Sheldon. You're Y/n Shelby." "Yep. Didn't know I was famous." I said. "Well you're not. My dad knew yours." He said.

I stopped and looked at him.

"How do you know my father?" I said, bluntly. "Dad tells me a about him. I'm surprised a guy like your dad had someone like you. Your dad was lame--" I grabbed his collar.

"If you don't shut up right now, history repeats itself." I mumbled. He chuckles.

"Relax." He said. "We just wanna talk that's all." "About what." I asked. "We think you could be on our team."

"Oh my god, really? I've always wanted to be in your gang!" I said. "What, really?"

"No, the fuck?" I said, walking away again. "Why do you even want to be with those grease pricks?" "They're my friends, real friends. Ever heard what they are? And you don't leave your friends nor your significant other. Now can you please just go away? I want to get home and my boyfriend is taking me there." I said then left.

I saw Steve waiting for me in his car outside.

"What took you so long?" He asked as I hopped in the car. "Socs. Asked me to be in their gang." I said.

"What? They never do that." "I know but one of em knew my dad. Might think about talking to him about that again." I said. "Well, don't get in their side though." He said.

"Man, why would I? Besides if I did become a Soc, me and you would be scandalous."

•••

Yeah don't mind the Shelby in your name. I just didn't want to use y/l/n.