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~~~~Ponyboy P.O.V.

I've never been on the recieving end of this kind've attention before in my life. Sure a little too much skin is revealing but hey, I'm no broad so what's the deal? I find it funny how these Socs are just as two-faced as ever. They're being all buddy-buddy with me and one even puts his hand on my thigh. Honestly it makes my skin crawl but it looks as though its pissing Dallas off. Although not as much as it appears to be pissing off Johnny. I'm pretty sure if looks could kill everyone would be dead. I sigh and they all look at me, I just smile at them all. Their jokes are stupid and the grammatical errors are endless. The girls are eyeing my hair and I know they want to play with it. No one touches the hair ladies. Nobody...maybe Dallas...key word being 'maybe.'

Girls are so weird though, they salways gotta vtouch peoples hair. Its like, instinct or something. I mean it'd be cute if it was a couple or something but some one they don't even know that's just fucking creepy. Like no, stop. The teacher has completely lost her mind, she's senile I swear. I think old people should retire once they've lost the ability to yell. Putting my chin in my hand I blow some hair out of my face and yawn. The little group around me breaks apart. It happens to the best of friends, one follows the flow and everyone sperates. I close my eyes and then open them again. I look down at the packet I was supposed to be doing and see it's a "Gone with the Wind" reading assignment. I could've laughed, but something in me started to panic. The movies, the fountain, the muffled yells while underwater, that awful sound of kids screaming. That week is blasting in my ears and before I know what I'm doing I've left the classroom with my bag on my shoulder. There's like 20 minute left in class but I don't care, I'm getting out of this class before I lose my mind.

I've never had a panic attack but I've heard about them. The last thing I need is to start reliving the worst days of my life in the class. I've arrived at my destination: the lockeroom. Depositing my bag into my locker and changing into running shoes and shirt I feel free. Locking everything away I go outside. There's a girls track team running but then again if you could call their slight jog running then sure. I take up a small run then it's full on running. It's kinda like running from my problems only I'm going in circles. I guess what I'm doing is what my life is like in general. Try your best, fail, get back up and try again only to fail most of the time. I stop to breathe and notice the girls are gone. Instead it appears I've been absent mindly running well jogging for like, 20 minutes and I think longer. It's 2nd period now and my coach see's me and smiles. He's the only teacher that doesn't treat anyone differently. He treats and punishes just like any normal teacher. No breaks for Socs and no unfair judgement for greasers.

I know he like the track kids best. We're all pretty cool except Travis. I swallow nervously and try not to stand out for once. The coach talks to me for awhile while the other boys run their warm ups. I don't have to because he knows I already did all that. I'll work out with the others when they've done their warm ups. Travis has been glaring an angry hole in my head for the past 10 minutes now and I've started to sweat. My palms are clammy now and I really wished I hadn't had my almost panic attack earlier. The coach blows his whistle with shrill note, that's cool coach, I didn't need my eardrums anyway. We lift weights today and I feel myself cheering up. Travis and a few other boys don't like me too much. Which I guess is putting it into nicer terms, they're being show-offs today.

Yeah fuck you buddy, no one cares about your new weight set at home. Do us all a favor and take one of those dunbells and hit yourself in the head. I snort to myself and grin. I share my joke with Edward a fellow grease and he laughs like a dog barking. I think his laugh made me laugh harder because soon we've both been sentanced to lunges across the field. We make wise cracks the whole time and laugh. Track ends and as we shower I get slapped across the ass with the towel. Which fucking hurts mind you, and I almost retort. I hold my tongue because I don't need the oversized manequin beating my ass. Edward and I walk to out together and he leaves my side as the bell for 3rd period rings.

Chemistry is fun, if you like almost getting set on fire during labs. I don't even know anymore, I always get stuck ina group of stupid Socs. I don't want to be in honors classes anymore. We were observing chemical interactions with heat and this blond guy tries to set my hair on fire. I noticed quick enough but nevertheless I was still pretty pissed off about it. They copy my paper when they think I'm not paying attention. I grin to myself as I change all my answers to the correct ones once they've highfived each other "for being such smart guys." I gave them wrong answers on purpose and I know I'm gonna get jumped pretty hard when they find out that I passed the lab and they didn't. Oh well. sometimes I have to get my own little revenges in. Sitting in the front alone I sigh. I don't want to be alone, I want friends. I don't want a Soc vs Greaser feud around anymore. Its so unfair but that's just how it is. The new era is dawning and I can't wait to be a part of it. Girls are starting to speak for themselves, social status is changing, hippies or flower children are merging into society.

When the lunch bell rings its sweet relief amd I run to the cafeteria, skidding to a halt I almost run smack into Dallas. He looks down and gives me the same smirk he's always got on his stupid gorgeous face. God didn't he realize how freakin handsome he was? I see Johnny beside him and Johnny throws a pair of sweats at me and gives me a look. It means 'put-that-on-now-or-so-help-me' and I rolls my eye but oblige to my best friends will. I would'e argued normally but Two-Bit runs up grinning as always.

"Are y'all ready to go bother sodiepops?" He asks.

"Honestly Two-Bit, it's like you want him to beat you from here to Ohio." I smirk.

He raises his eyebrow at me and I copy him. Walking with my arms behind my head we walk to the dx station. The clouds are covering the sun so it's a perfect scene for a depressing moment in a movie. Which I will never star in because I am nobody. I bet Soda could be a movie star, he's handsome enough for it. Apparently I've spaced again because next thing I know I've run smack dab into the dx station's front door. "Ow ow fuck..ow." I sa rubbing my nose. My nose sure seems to get abused these days. Sorry nose.

"I know I didn't just hear my sweet baby brother cursing right?" a voice says from beside me. I jump a mile in the air and grin sheepishly.

"Course you didn't precious big brother who never cursed in his life Sodapop." I can't keep my innocent puppy look and smirk. He laughs and I sit at the counter. Contrary to the tempeture outside its sweltering in the gas station. I look around for my brother and Johnny and see them distracted. I didn't think to look for Dallas or any wandering eyes of customers. I shucked off my sweat pants to reveal the track shorts beneath them and took off the jacket Two-Bit had forced me to wear. It wasn't that I didn't want a jacket because I did. I just didn't want some random guys off as bench that smelled of acohol and sweat. I sit at the counter and swing my feet back and forth.

"Hey shrimp, ain't you too small for the adults table?" Steve says in front of me from behind the counter.

"I can sit wherever I want you dick." I say annoyed. If Steve thought I was going to take his verbal punches then he had another thing coming. I wasn't a punching bag to vent frustration at and everyone was going to know it.

"You cruisin' for a bruisin'?" he says his eyes narrowing and filling with that dangerous look that I'd seen in rumbles.

"I might be, but you would be the one going home with your tail between your legs." I challenge venomously.

"Just coz your Soda's kid brother don't mean he's gonna fight your fights."

"Who says I need him to. I'll kick your ass Steve Randle." I snarl. We're nose to nose growling at each other and my brother chooses this moment to fnally pay attention to me.

"PONYBOY MICHEAL CURTIS YOU SIT YOUR ASS DOWN AND BEHAVE." He says in such a firm voice I sit down with an angry childish huff and cross my arms over my chest. "Thank you, now Steve don't you got some cars to be workin on?" Soda snaps at him.

"He started it." I grumble.

~~~~~~Dallas Winston

When I saw the kid stand abruptly from his desk and sprint out my eyes narrowed. I looked at the Socs he'd lt hang on him and look for any reasons for me to kill em. I don't see anything so I have to look at whatever it is that's left on his desk. I stroll to his desk, take the paper and sit back down at my desk. Johnny looks over my shoulder and bites his lip. "Gone with the Wind reading questions" it says at the top and don't get what Pone's issue was. I look over and Johnny and he bites his thumbnail.

"What the hell is with him Johnny. I know you know so you best fess up." I demand.

"I think he might've started to have flashbacks. He really doean't like remembering that week and night. I think the book title set him off and he's didn't want to lose it in front of anyone. I still have issues with fire some days." Johnny explians to me looking at the door with a sad look.

"Should we go get him?" I ask mostly to myself.

"No, he's just going to run anyways. What's the point of that?" He says sighing. Whatever, johnny knows Pony better than the back of his hand. I trust his judgement. The two other periods go by pretty naturaly, with me not giving any fucks. Standing at the entrance doors I hear a squeak of shoes and look behind me. There's Ponyboy Curtis with windswept hair, shorts and a too tight t-shirt glory. That's it, I officially declare it illegal for him to own anything like this. Honestly it's causing my eyes to wander and he looks up at me. I smirk at him and he rolls his eyes. Johnny gives him a stern look and Pony relucatantly pulls on a pair of sweats that I have no clue where they came from.

Looking at around I see dipshit running towards us with that stupid grin of his. I'd like to slug that toothy smile right off his stupid face. He's always grinning and joking. I'm tuff and cool, it's not like I need to be anything like him..right? As we walk Ponyboy has his arms behind his head and it's obvious he's zoned out. Johnny makes sure nothing happens to him but gets distracted by dipshit. Which contributed to Ponyboy slamming nose first into the door to the DX. It was dare I say it, cute. The way he was rubbing his nose and cursing. I'd never tell anyone but he learned the word "Fuck" from me when he was 9. I taught him not to say it until he thought he was old enough. I also told him it was swear word and was only allowed to be used if no one could hear him. I laugh at him as Soda rounds the corner just in time to hear it. Watching Soda and Pony interact is amazing.

I have yet to see those two fight like the way he fights with Darry. I have a feeling something is going to blow between those two and I bet it's going to be soon. I almost choked on the coke I was drinking when I saw Ponyboy shucking off his pants. The hell did he think he was doing just taking his pants off?! I notice some others looking at him and I glare icy daggers at them. They look away in fear and go about their business. Then Steve starts in on the kid and my eye twitches. I was going to beat Randles' head in for the way he treated him. The two were nose to nose and both were growling. I wondered briefly if it was weird that the angry look in Pone's eyes kinda turned me on. Then I smacked myself internally because it would not bode well for me to get a boner in the middle of the gas station. Steve goes to grab Ponyboy which I bet he intended to throw Pony into it before Soda lost his shit. It's like, some kind of acient ten commandment type shit; No one touches the baby. I beat him good once and no one but me knows. He told his brothers it was some Socs which had surprised me. I had expected him to tell them but he had just smiled and said he just needed to learn to run faster.

But I watch as Soda tells Steve to go work and Steve sulks off. He is so whipped and I laugh which earns me a kick in the shin by Steve. Two-Bit whispers, "There is so much tension between those two. Man I bet they'd have some crazy hate sex." I shoot my nastiest glare at him and growl. He throws his hands up in surrender and sits by a fuming Ponyboy. I sit on the other side and Soda is giving Ponyboy an earful.

"I don't care that he started it. Don't start nothing with him, he'll get in trouble." Soda scolds.

"Oh heaven forbid Steve Randle do something bad. I'm sorry but did you miss the part where he was ready to throw me over this counter?" Ponyboy retorts.

"Don't get smart with me. I am just telling you to calm down. You act like he hates you or something!" Soda replies getting a little annoyed.

"Think?! Ha! I know he does, he never liked me!" Ponyboy fake laughs.

"Ponyboy I don't have time for this, go back to school." Soda huffs and leaves to countinue his shift.

"Do whatever you want, except that, and that oh and that." Ponyboy mutters under his breath. He hops off the stool and storms out in an angry flurry of angst. I get up and johnny follows like always. Two-Bit doesn't move and I know this means he's skipping the rest of the day. Johnny stays by my side because we both know with Pone walking that fast we won't catch up. Rounding the corner I see some Socs catcalling at him and he flips them the finger. I laugh, I guess he's still riled up. Then Two-Bit's comment floats back into my head and I get riled up too. Like Randle would ever get that far with the kid. But what if he did? Would it be like, really violent and the kid come back with bruises and shit? Argh it made me mad just thinking about it, if anyone was going to stake a claim it was me. But then I start to wonder how I'm even supposed to get that far anyways? If no one had before then what chance did I have? I think back to how Pony didn't lose his mind when Johnny had his near death experience. He'd stayed together but I had lost it. Johnny was all I had ever really had and he had been ripped from me. I feel a little guilty for almost dying too and leaving Pone all by his lonesome. I look up and see Ponyboy is tapping his foot impatiently as that fucker Travis talks to him. He's got Pone walled in with his arms and Pone looks annoyed. Walking closer I could hear them.

"Travis, I have like 5 minutes to get to class before the bell rings. Move." Pone demands.

"Whoa, some one's pretty little feathers are ruffled." He says with a smirk.

"Shut up, what do you want?"

"Wanted to know if you were coming to the bonfire."

"No."

"Why the hell not?"

"Because there are going to be a bunch of drunk high as hell people there and quite frankly I have no desire to get hammered. " Pony says looking like he's about to do something stupid.

"Who says you have an choice? I am team captain and your senior and I say its madatory." He sneers.

"Mmmm...I don't think I agree with that." Pony shoots his ridiculously pale legs straight into Travis' stomach. He drops his arms and looks spitefully at Pony. "I always have a choice."

"That's it kid, I tried to be nice."

"You call forcing me into a corner being nice? You need to get your eyes checked."

"You're off the team if you don't attend that bonfire." He snaps as he stands looking like he's made some huge triumph.

I can't see Ponyboy's face but his back is straight and tense. It a position I see people get when they are about pounce or make a huge decision. "I guess I quit then." and Ponyboy is gone into the crowds. The three of us stand there with slack-jawed.

Ah snap!

Ponyboy has quit the team?! Will he stick with his decision? I always felt there was serious sexual tension between Ponyboy and Steve, hbu you guys?Oh Two-Bit you are so right! What will darry and Soda think?

So sorry for my lateness, I haven;t had any ideas or time to type. I know I know, no excuses. I will try to keep up with my stuff!

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