(Due to lack of sleep and coffee!)
They sky was the same as yesterday, with no chance of sun. Dally was waiting for me and Johnny under the street light at the corner of Pickett and Sutton, and since we got there early, we had time to go over to the drugstore in the shopping center and goof around. We bought Cokes and blew the straws at the waitress, and walked around eyeing things that were lying out in the open until the manager got wise to us and suggested we leave. He was too late, though; Dally walked out with two packages of Kools under his jacket.
We crossed Sutton and cut around behind Spencer's Special, the discount house, and chased two junior-high kids across a field for a few minutes; by then it was dark enough to sneak in over the back fence of the Nightly Double drive-in movie. It was the biggest in town, and showed two movies everynight, and on weekends or you could say you were going to the Nighlty Double and have time to go all over town.
We all had money to get in- it only costs a quarter if you're not in a car- but Dally hate to do things the legal way. He liked to show that he didn't care whether there was a law or not. He went around trying to break laws. We went to the rows of seats in front of the concession stand to sit down. Nobody else wad there except two girls who were sitting down front. Dally eyed them cooly, then walked down the isle and sat down right behind them. I had a sick feeling that Dally was up to his usual tricks and I was right.
He started out bad and got worse. Dallas could talk awful dirty if he wanted to and I guess he wanted to then. I felt my ears get hot. Two-bit or Steve or even Soda would have gone right along with him, just to see if they could embrass the girls, but thay kind of kicks just doesn't appeal to me. I sat there. struck dumb, and Johnny left hastly to get a Coke.
I wouldn't have felt so embarrassed if they had been greasy girls- I might even have helped old Dallas. But those two girls weren't our kind. They were tuff girls dressed sharp and really good-looking. One had short dark hair, and the other had long red hair. The redhead was getting mad, or scared. She sat up straight and she was chewing hard on her gum.
"Take your feet off my chair and shut your trap."
Boy, was she good-looking. I'd seen her before, she was a cheerleader at my school.
Dally merely looked at her and kept his feet where they are. "Who's gonna make me?" His eyes grew darker than night, instead of blue.
The other one turned around and watched us. "That's the greaser that jockeys for the Slash J sometimes," she said, as if we couldn't hear her. I heard the same tone a million times. "Greaser...greaser....greaser." Oh yeah, I had heard that tone before too many times. What are they doing at a drive-in without a car? I thought, I kept an eye out for Two-bit, my plan would be in motion and get plenty of answers.
Dallas said, "I know you two. I've seen you around rodeos."
"It's a shame you can't ride a bull half as good as you can talk it," the redhead said cooly and turned back around.
That didn't bother Dally in the least. "You two barrel race, huh?"
"You'd better leave us alone," the redhead said in a biting voice, "or I call the cops."
"Oh my, my, my-" Dally looked bored. "you've got me scared to death. You ought to see my record sometime, baby." He grinned shyly. "Guess what I've been in for."
"Please leave us alone," she said. "Why don't you be nice and leave us alone." Dally grinned roguishly. "I'm never nice. Want a Coke?"
She was mad by then. "I wouldn't drink it if I was starving in the desert. Get lost hood!" Dally merely shrugged and stalked off.
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