I had just as much right to use the streets as the Socs did, and Johnny had never hurt them. I remembered how awful Johnny had looked when he got beaten up. But Darry had made me put a Band-Aid on the cut. I had looked in the mirror, and it did make me look tough. I rubbed my cheek where it had turned purple. So he never went anywhere and never did anything anymore, except work out at gyms and go skiing with some old friends of his sometimes. And now he didn't have time between jobs to even think about college. But we just didn't have the money for him to go to college, even with the athletic scholarship he won. He had been a real popular guy in school he was captain of the football team and he had been voted Boy of the Year. I did, too.ĭarry didn't deserve to work like an old man when he was only twenty. I knew Soda would put him to sleep, because Soda can put about anyone out when he sets his head to it. Darry is always pulling muscles he roofs houses and he's always trying to carry two bundles of roofing up the ladder.
"Rub harder, Soda," I heard Darry mumbling. I can understand why Sodapop and Steve get into drag races and fights so much, though- both of them have too much energy, too much feeling, with no way to blow it off. He just thinks it's fun to swipe everything that isn't nailed down. And Two-Bit- he doesn't really want or need half the things he swipes from stores. Dallas deserves everything he gets, and should get worse, if you want the truth. We deserve a lot of our trouble, I thought. There were a lot of Socs in that class- I get put into A classes because I'm supposed to be smart- and most of them thought it was pretty funny.
You are a hood." That didn't make me feel so hot. I forgot what I was doing or I would never have done it- this girl right beside me kind of gasped, and said, "They are right. One time in biology I had to dissect a worm, and the razor wouldn't cut, so I used my switchblade. I had to read Great Expectations for English, and that kid Pip, he reminded me of us- the way he felt marked lousy because he wasn't a gentleman or anything, and the way that girl kept looking down on him. I was still thinking about it while I was doing my homework that night.
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