Greaser (pt 2)

                                    

                                          
(Y/n) = your name
(C/n) = crush name
(E/n) = enemy name
(F/n) = friend name
(S/f/n) = second friend name
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It's been days since (c/n) the soc kissed you. You haven't seen him/her in the streets. You visited (f/n) daily. You tried your best to dress nice, but you couldn't afford nice stuff. You wore the same as you dress everyday. 
                          
You were at the hospital. "Please doc! Let me see (f/n)!" You pleaded. "You can't, she's/he's in a shape." He said. You were mad. You ran past the doctor. "Stop it!" He yelled. You went in (f/n)'s room. You looked at her/him. Her/his eyes were closed. "Hey there (f/n)." You said.
                          
Her/his eyes opened. "Hey there (y/n)." She/he smiled. You walked up to her/him. "How do you feel?" You asked. "Like crap." (F/n) chuckled. You chuckled back. "Gosh, it's been pretty lonely without you." You said. Then the door opened. You looked back. "You have to leave." The doctor said. He grabbed you and dragged you out. 
                          
You were kicked out the hospital. You looked at the doctor and flipped him off. "DIRTY GREASER!" He yelled. You rolled your eyes and left.
                          
You were at the movie theater. You had a dollar on you. Then you saw a soc that was at the rumble. He/ she was laughing. You looked down, trying to avoid him/her. "Well, look at what we have. A dirty greasy girl/boy." The soc said.
                          
"Screw you." You said. "You heard that girls/boys?" The soc said. "I hope you.. you... you trash choke on your mustang smoke!" You yelled.
                          
They laughed. "She/he can't even think of a insult." The soc said. "Lets go (e/n), that trash can't even fight." One of the socs said. You were mad, you clutched onto your switchblade.
                          
You saw one of the workers looking at you. You tried to calm down. "Whatever, you're the trash with no lives and heartless." You said, walking into the theater room. Then one of the soc grabbed you and punched you. You then punched them back and kicked them. Then you ran.
                          
"Come back!" (E/n) yelled. You went into a alleyway. You saw the socs. "You can't do anything." She/he said. You growled and yelled, "well y'all are trash with no lives! Hell yall are heartless piece of shits!" Big mistakes you made there. They pulled out their switchblades and jumped you. You yelled. Then one of your other friend and their friends came. "You socs let her/him go!" (S/f/n) yelled. They jumped off you. You had cuts and bruises. You then grabbed the leader, (e/n) and cut her/his ankle. "You dumb greaser!" She/he attacked you. You all fought. Then the cops came. 
                          
You, (e/n), and (s/f/n) were sent off to the police station. "Gee, thanks (s/f/n). I would've ended up dead." You said. Then she/he smacked you behind the head. "What the hell (y/n). If you let (e/n) go, we wouldn't end up here." (S/f/n) growled. You looked down, rubbing your head. 
                          
"(Y/n), your mom came to pick you up." You saw your mom. They uncuffed you. "Sign these papers and she/he is free to go." The officer said. You were in your mom's truck. You sat there. Then your mom came in. 
                          
"I'm sorry m-" "just be quiet." She said angrily. You guys were home within 10 minutes. You were in your house, your step dad passed out on the couch. "What the hell (y/n)! You're just cut up an innocent girl/boy!" Your mom yelled.
                          
"Innocent! You don't even know I'm in a gang!" She gasped. "A gang!? No daughter/son of mine is in a gang!" She yelled. "I'm a greaser mom! You don't even notice me, because you're with the shit over there!" You yelled, pointing at your step dad. He woke up and glared at you groggily. "The hell you say?" He said. He got up and slapped you. You stood there. "Screw you all." You ran out the door. 
                          
"(Y/n)!" Your mom yelled. You ignored her, you didn't like your life as a greaser. But hell, you love that you shoplifted and ignored that laws. You were at the lot, lying down. The night was cool, you liked it like that.