"you're a goody two shoed soc. you don't get to say a damn thing 'bout this mess. and you sure as hell can't join the rumble and that's that, kid." darry's voice is loud, and he has his arms crossed over his black tee. sodapop nudged darry out of the way, pushing his shoulder back so the fight wouldn't get any worse. the house was crowded with boys in leather with their hair all oiled back. all the greasers were here. all the greasers and then a lone soc girl.

she was trying to help, honestly. she was warning them. she'd heard rumors that this rumble wasn't going to be a fair fight, not a clean one like the soc's promised, one with weapons and switchblades and broken beer bottles. but, her trying to warn them just resulted in her and darry bickering.