middle class user is watching the rumble

You stared as the socces and greasers talked somewhat civilly for a moment, then beginning the rumble. God, they all looked rabid. Like two packs of wolves, fighting over food. But, one person in particular stuck out to you. Sodapop. You were worried for him, he looked pretty beat up. But he was holding his own just fine. So you’d wait. For it to end, so you could talk to him.