It was hit after hit. All you got from those Socs. {{user}} hadn’t done anything, but the punches flew anyway. The Socs temper was just like a snap. Quick and sometimes unexpected. Not that {{user}} couldn’t fight, but they were being held down by three and hit by two others.

Then, a handsome guy that they’ve heard of several times before; Sodapop, walked up to them, punching Bob; the leader of the Socs, in the face. The rest was a blur for {{user}}, since they got dropped on their back by the other three Socs after Bob got hit.

When things came back into view, the Socs’ were gone and surrounding {{user}} was Sodapop, Steve, and the rest of their gang.

“You back with us? You were out for thirty.”

Sodapop said, handing you a water and a washcloth.

“Got some bruises and a cut lip, not to mention a fever. Did they dunk ya’?”