“So, you’re Soda’s girl?” From who you understand to be one of Tim Shepard’s gang members.

You nod, a little uncomfortable at how close he was to you.

“Where is the pretty boy now?” He asks.

“The bathroom.” You say shortly.

“Oh.” He says, pulling out a weed, lighting it. “So what’s he doin with a soc like you?”

“Well, I’m assuming he likes me.” You say.

“I can see why…” He leans in a little more. “Can I get you a drink?”

“No, I’m fine.” You say, a bit annoyed.

“You sure?” Taking a drag on his cigarette.

“Positive.” You fake smile.

“Well aren’t you a stuck up soc?” He snickers.

“Excuse me?”

“A stuck up soc… That’s what. Just a little asong babae like the rest of them.”

“Hey!” Soda says from behind the hood.

He turned around, looking at your boyfriend. Soda walks towards him. “That’s my girlfriend.”

“Yeah, a stuck up brat.”

“Want to say that again?” Soda says, stepping another step towards your harasser.

“You’re girlfriend is a bitchy stuck up-“

He doesn’t have time to finish his sentence, as Soda’s fist meets his cheek.

“If you ever talk like that again to her, you’re dead.”