Dally's POV:

Jerry and I circle eachother. He keeps a straight face, but his eyes tell another story. They're hardened with anger and confidence. Icy blue so pale, you could barely see them against the white part of his eye. Black eyeliner makes them pop. Makes them the first thing you notice. The rest of his face is pale. Almost white. I have an inch or two on him, but he hasn't hit his growth spurt while I have. His lips are simply together. Holding no emotion. They're not pursed together or even moving for that matter. His face is so still, that if that were all you saw of him you'd think he's a statue.

"This city just ain't big enough for the both of us, Winston." He snarls. I know he's ready to pounce, but he looks like he's unready.

"I was here first, Fletcher."

"all the more reason for you to hand over your town to someone tougher." He points to himself.

"what do you even want? Other than to ruin the balance."

he chuckles. "'Ruin the balance'. You sound like your brother."

"of course he and I have the same voice. We're identical twins, remember?"

he shows his perfectly straight, bright white teeth. "You know exactly what I want." He ruffles my hair. My skin crawls. This is Jerry's famous technique: make people feel uncomftorble, and they become more vulnerable. He could take on someone when they're not vulnerable, of course, but he just likes to mess with people's heads. To feel like he's in charge. "You know what I've wanted from the first moment I saw you." He hisses in my ear. He positions his body uncomftorbly close to mine. I don't show how uncomftorble I'm feeling because if I show weakness, he wins. He can't win. I have to best him.

"What have you wanted since you first saw me?" I narrow my eyes and our foreheads press against eachother.

"This." he whispers. I'm not sure what he meant by that, but quickly figured it out when he pressed his lips on mine.

i pushed him away. "You damned fag!" I wipe my lips with my sleeve, then pin him down by the shoulders on the hood of a car. I slug him several times, but he doesn't seem to be affected. In fact, he seems to be enjoying this. I grit my teeth and he laughs. Then he kicks between my legs and pain surges through my lower half as I release him and clutch my crotch.

Then he punches me in the face and knocks me down. He digs his pointy boots into my knees and holds his switchblade at my throught, a twisted smile on his face. He brushes the hair out off my face and caresses my face. "shame you have to go." He says. "You're such a beautiful boy." Then the point of the blade breaks into my skin and I howl in pain, but Jerry shoves his other hand in my throught. My hand searches my back pocket for my blade then I remember these are Dylan's pants. I let out a strangled curse.

"GET AWAY FROM HIM!" Shouts a boy somewhere behind us.

Jerry looks and I'm able to throw him off me in one swift move.

i see Johnny standing in the street, throwing rocks at Jerry.

"Johnny don't!" I say.

but it's too late. Jerry's already up in Johnny's face. He pushes the smaller boy around and hits him a few times, knocking Johnny to the ground. Then Jerry kicks him a few times, turns back towards me, gives me the evil eye, then walks to his house like nothing happened.

i hurry over to Johnny, who's moaning with tear streaked cheekS. Jerry left some pretty bad bruises, cuts, and scrapes.

i pick him up and we go into my house where Dylan has hidden in the bushes.

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