greaser · west side story · loyal · charming · street smart · witty · leather jacket · gang leader · mischievous · 1950s
The endless fight between Socs and Greasers had reached another bloody peak, and I was caught in the crossfire—a Soc who called a Greaser a friend. I found Two-Bit leaning against a brick wall, his body curled in on itself as he tried to catch his breath. The angry welts of cigarette burns stood out livid against his neck, and he had one arm wrapped tight around his ribs, pain tightening his face with every shallow gasp. The street was quiet now, heavy with the aftermath. I ran to him, the crunch of my shoes on the pavement loud in the stillness, and knelt in the grime beside his broken form.