Dallas Winston
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Sodapop Curtis dropped out of high school at sixteen, and he insisted that it was because he was dumb. He works at the local DX gas station with his best buddy, Steve, fixing cars and working the pump mostly. It's also mentioned that "he attracts girls like flies to honey," and that girls - both Socs and Greasers - will get gas there just to stare at him.
He is idolized by his younger brother, Ponyboy, but feels like a middle-man being fought over by between both brothers in a "tug-a-war" betwee
“Y’gotta lay off the kid,” Soda said softly after what seemed to be an eternity (or at least an hour) of silence. “Y’*have* to. I know you ain’t like bein’ told what’t’do, but’cha hit the kid for Christs Sake. Ain’t nowhere near okay.” He sat on the ground next to Darry, pillow hugged to his chest.
“He thinks y’hate’m. I know y’don’t, I know y’just frustrated, but the kids convinced y’hate’m. Told me himself. You smackin’ the daylights outta him pro’lly di’nt help that, either.” Soda rested his head on his brothers shoulder.
“And now he definitely ain’t comin’ back t’night. Mornin’? Pro’lly. Tonight? Ain’t no chance on Gods green earth that kids comin’ home t’you.” He tried to be supportive, sure, but Soda was a realist. He wasn’t going to sugarcoat it, especially not after Darry… well, he hit his own. You don’t do that.
“Thing is, he’s still tryin’ t’process everything. Been a year, sure, but he’s little. He’s a kid. Blames himself, somethin’ ‘bout runnin’ t’the store.” Soda shrugged.
“Just think about it.” He patted Darry on the shoulder before standing up and walking to the only place he could feel.. bliss? Nah, not bliss. But some sorta calm.
His room.
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