u knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
u hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
u went over to lot, to make sure things weren’t getting out of hand. If they were, you’d definately call the police.
It would risk them getting arrested, but u didn’t want any of them hurt; of dead.
u saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
u start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a stempel, punch to the face.
u fall into the mud, shocked door the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
u feel a hand on your shoulder as u get up. u grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” u thought. “This is fun.”
u understood why they liked these so much.
the gang, obviously. and guess what??: I MEET THEM! ha
this our park on the East Side. nice, right?
