The Golden and the Tarnish

Chapter 6: Tarnish Boy

I hate Socials.

Simply, Plainly, like that. A three word sentence. I especially hate Socs guys, but the hatred is mutual towards girls. The Cherry girl seemed okay, but the Brunette was defiantly the type of Socs girls I hate.

Even now, as they chit-chat with Pony and Johnny, I wished that the movie would end. 'I came here to watch a movie, and I'm gonna watch a movie' my *ss.

The movie wasn't even that good, and I wished there were some horror movie going on or something to get my mind of these Socs.

In the middle of the movie, Two-bits came along and scared both of the girls and Johnny. He handed Johnny a beer and tries to give them a chewy.

I ruffle through my backpack, my mind in a haze from the tobacco .

Not even realizing when Tim Shepred came and asked the gang, and girls, where Dally was. Mr. Timothy Shepard and - His gang of buffoons- are looking for whoever slashed their car's tires, and since Mr. Curly Shepard spotted Dallas doing it.

Tim was a tall lean guy. He was the leader of the Sheperad gang, one of mean types that people call a hoodlum. He had curly black hair and dark blue eyes. His nose had been broken twice . He has a long scar from his temple to his chin where he was belted with a broken pop bottle. He is eighteen years old, but seemed older with his deep voice.

Suddenly, he spots me and gives a long face, "Hey, McMullen?" Tim calls out. "Where's your brother been at?"

"I don't know." I replied.

"Don't get fresh mouth with me." He snarls. "If you see him, tell him Blood's been looking for him."

I sigh and grab another Kool. Lighting up the ciggie, I let another puff of smoke run down my throat, "Will do, Tim."

He stocked off leaving a scared Socs, confused Ponyboy and Johnny, and a serious Two-Bits.

"Hey, where is of Dally, anyways?" Two-bits asks.

"He went hunting some action--- booze or dames or a fight. I hope he don't get

jailed again. He just got out" , Ponyboy replies.

"He'll probably find the fight," Two-Bit stated cheerfully. "That's why I came over. Mr. Timothy Shepard and Co. are looking for whoever so kindly slashed their car's tires, and since Mr. Curly Shepard spotted Dallas doing it... well... Does Dally have a blade?"

"Not that I know of," Ponyboy said. "I think he's got a piece of pipe, but he busted his blade this morning."

"Good. Tim'll fight fair if Dally don't pull a blade on him. Dally shouldn't have any trouble." Two-bits rejoinders.

Cherry and Marcia were staring at us. "You don't believe in playing rough or anything, do you?"

"A fair fight isn't rough;' Two-Bit said. "Blades are rough. So are chains and heaters and pool sticks and rumbles. Skin fighting isn't rough. It blows off steam better than anything. There's nothing wrong with throwing a few punches. Socs are rough. They gang up on one or two, or they rumble each other with their social clubs. Us greasers usually stick together, but when we do fight among ourselves, it's a fair fight between two. And Dally deserves whatever he gets, 'cause slashed tires ain't no joke when you've got to work to pay for them. He got spotted, too, and that was his fault. Our one rule, besides Stick together, is Don't get caught. He might get beat up, he might not. Either way there's not going to be any blood feud between our outfit and Shepard's, If we needed them tomorrow they'd show. If Tim beats Dally's head in, and then tomorrow asks us for help in a rumble, we'll show. Dally was getting kicks. He got caught. He pays up. No sweat."