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𝑫𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒔

Some dumbass kid decided to start a fucking rumble cause he wanted to be with the soc broad and the soc broad had a boyfriend and there fighting for her, but now they want to have everyone go against everyone. I mean I kinda need this cause I haven't got to rumble in a while and I'm getting way too soft it isn't okay. I mean I'll be soft with Nai cause she's my girlfriend, and her family I guess cause I don't want them to not want me living there most times cause I like being with nai cause I love her and I want to be with her. One thing I don't like is her sister she fucking asks questions and her niece is kinda weird she like try's flirting but she sucks as at it.

I walked over to the field where all greasers were talkin.

"Look who it is Dallas Winston" Curly smirked

"Haven't heard from you in a while, thought to skipped town or something" Tim smirked

"Nah I'm here, just been with my girl" I nodded

"I always ask buck where you at but he says you barely there and he only has a phone number of people wanna call" Freddie one of Tim's gang told me

"Yeah, I'm with my girl, I barely see my friends sometimes"

"Are you out of all people letting a broad tell you what to do?" Max another one of the greasers here asked

"She ain't telling me what to do man," I took out a cigarette and started smoking

"What you being a good guy now Dal? You being soft?"

"I'll show you soft" I went in for a punch but Tim grabbed my fist

"Save the energy for the rumble" he gritted, I was pissed, I walked over to where the guys were

"Oh nai, ohhhh nai fuckkk" two jokes and pushed him

"Heard you were blushing Dal" Steve laughed

"Shut up" I mumbled and felt my face get hot what in the actual fuck?

"Ahhhhaa! Look at him damn she really got to ya huh?" Soda chuckled

"Whatever" I mumbled

"So how was the job?" Steve asked me, I smirked back and they all started hollering

"Shit I don't ducking know how to fucking describe man, but I was past fucking cloud 9" they all started hooting and hollering "she seems so fucking innocent you wouldn't expect it"

"She's hot though real hot" Steve nodded

"I know" I mumbled

"Ponyboy Johnny if you guys can't fight no more go back home, if the fuzz come soda and Ponyboy and Johnny go back home, if it ain't a fare fight Go Back Home" Darry told the two babies of the gang

We started seeing docs arrive so we all got in a line

"Wait is this actually over a broad?" I asked Darry

"No, it's also about a grease that broke and egged and papered this socs house, then socs got sick of it so they called a rumble," I nodded and the socs got in line in front of us

"Fare fight Paul" Darry said to his old buddy

"Fare fight" the Paul guy nodded and Darry threw the first punch making everything start.

It feels damn good to fight again.

This guy punched me hard but then I kept punching him and throwing him and living him and that happened with a lot of other guys, I did a whole bunch of shit and they were all crawling away or just laying there. This one guy pushed me to the group and started punching the shit out of me, so I kicked his balls and started punching the shit out of him once he was on the ground.

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It's been 2 hours with the fucking rumble, greasers are winning, but everyone is getting tired, i was getting tired 2 hours of fighting is a lot.

"Heard about your slut Dal, heard she's a real hooker, fucks around" I knew he was lying cause I'm with her everyday, but the fact that he said that got me pissed so I beat the shit out of him.

I grabbed another guy and was gonna start beating the shit out of him until I felt my side get stabbed.

"HE'S GOT A BLADE!!" A guy yelled and they all ran,

"Dal what happened?" Ponyboy asked he looked dead

"Fucking stabbed man what it looks like?" I groaned

"He's losing blood he has to go to the hospital" Darry helped me up but by the time I stood up I blacked out.

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