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A/n: WARNING MENTIONS OF AN ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP

     Why in the world would a greaser girl ever try to date a soc? Easy answer: I'm gullible. All I'm going to say is that it didn't work out. We would argue frequently, then he hit me, so I left. He left me alone for a while, but he came back. The gang and I were hanging out at the park, and his black mustang pulled up. "Y/n! I want to talk to you!" He said
     "What?" I asked
     "Alone, doofus."
     "No. Whatever you want to say to me, you can say right here." I said
     "Fine. I want you to get back together with me." He said
     "Why?" I asked
     "Because if you don't, I'll hurt you!"
     "Hey, can you leave her alone, man? She ain't interested!" Said Ponyboy
     "What're you going to do about it, kid. Shut up. This is none of your business! This is exactly why I wanted you alone! Why did you leave me anyway? I'm the best guy you will ever meet! I'm rich, I'm-"
     "Shut it and I'll tell you." I cut him off, "Ok. You tried to isolate me from my friends, you belittle me all the time, and when you hit me, I drew the line!"
     Then he slapped me in the face. I could see the gang in the corner of my eye. They were all in shock. I looked straight into his face, then I kicked him in the crotch. "Woo! Go, Y/n!" Steve yelled
     My ex hit me again, then I tackled him. It turned into a full out fight soon enough. "Do you want help?" Dallas asked
     "Yes!" I yelled
     They tried fighting him as well, and when Johnny flicked out a switchblade, he stopped. "Ok. Ok. I'll go." He spit on the ground
     "Good. And tell your friends that there's a rumble next week at nine in the vacant lot." Said Darry
     "I will." He flipped us off as he walked away
     "Thanks, guys." I said
     "You ok?" Two-bit asked
     "I'm fine."
     "Y/n, why didn't you tell us it was this bad?" Asked Sodapop
     "I didn't think it would end like this." I said
     "Let's get you home, come on." Said Darry

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