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46"I know," I said.S.E.HINTON'We couldn't let Ourparents see us with you all. You'a nice boy and everything ... ""It's okay," 1said, wishing 1was dead and buried sornwhere. Or at least that 1had on a decent shirt. 'We arenin the same class. Just don't forget that some of us watcthe sunset too."She looked at me quickly. "I could fall in love wiDallas W;nston," she said, "I hope 1 never see him aga;Or1will." .She left me standing there with my mouth droppedOpen, and the blue Mustang vroomed off.We walked on home, mostly in silence. 1 wanted to askJohnny if those were the same Sacs that had beaten himup, but I didn't mention it. Johnny never talked about itand we never said anything. "-'Well, those were two good-Iookin' girls if 1 ever sawany." Two-Bit yawned as we sat down on the curb at thevacant lot. He took a piece of paper out of his pocket andtore it up."What was that?""Marcia's number. Probably a phony one, too. 1 musthave been outa my mind to ask for it. 1 think I'm a littlesoused."So he had been drinking. Two-Bit was smart. He knewthe Score. "Y'all gain' home?" he asked."Not right now," 1said. 1wanted to have another smokeand to watch the stars. 1 had to be in by twelve, but 1thought 1had plenty of time."I don't know why 1 handed you that busted bottle,"The OutsidersTwo-Bitsaid, getting to his feet. "You'd never use it.""Maybe 1would have," 1said. 'Where you headed?""Gonna go playa little snooker and hunt up a pokergame. Maybe get rip-roarin' drunk. 1 dunno. See y'alltomorrow. "Johnny and 1 stretched out on our backs and lookedat the stars. 1 was freezing-it was a cold night and all1had was that sweat shirt, but 1could watch stars in subzeroweather. 1 saw Johnny's cigarette glowing in the darkand wondered vaguely what it was like inside a burningember ..."It was because we're greasers," Johnny said, and 1knewhe was talking about Cherry. 'We could have hurt herreputation.""I reckon," 1 said, wondering if 1 ought to tell Johnnywhat she had said about Dallas."Man, that was a tuff car. Mustangs are tuff""Big-time Socs, all right," 1 said, a nervous bitternessgrowing inside me. It wasn't fair for the Socs to have everything.We were as good as they were; it wasn't our faultwe were greasers. 1 couldn't just take it or leave it, likeTwo-Bit,or ignore it and love life anyway, like Sodapop, orharden myself beyond caring, like Dally, or actually enjoyit, like Tim Shepard. 1 felt the tension growing inside ofme and 1 knew something had to happen or 1 wouldexplode."I can't take much more." Johnny spoke my own feelings."I'll kill myself or something.""Don't," 1said, sitting up in alarm. "You can't kill yourself,Johnny."47