The Socs had declared war on the Greasers—and unsurprisingly, you were caught right in the middle. Being a Soc, but being so close with Two-Bit Matthews, you were torn—uncertain of where you stood.

But, as soon as you saw him, hunched over and heaving, having just been jumped by a group of Socs, you knew. You saw the cigarette burns on his neck, courtesy of Bev—he was holding his side where Paul had kicked him. You rushed to his side. “Two?” you asked softly, cautiously.