𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙

{Pony looks so sassy I swear.}

Warnings_ Slurs

"Alright I'm back."

Sodapop was standing beside a young brunette; his brother as he mentioned. He had one of the longest hair I've seen for a greaser boy. It was well combed to the back and swirled on its ends, sure he did have bangs. He had grey iris with a light shade of hazel and green, in which were staring at me with a hint of surprise and confusion. What a boy he was.. Ponyboy Curtis alright. He was as good lookin' as his brother Sodapop. But in a way different contrast. He was athletic and I'm impressed, he's one of those daily smokers when offered a cigarette and if it were me; my lungs would've been wasted for track events. Besides that, he is one of the most intelligent kids in high school, also with the information of him being 13.. no I think he was 14? Whatever.

"Y/n this is my brother Ponyboy. Ponyboy this is Y/n."

Ponyboy's eyes lit up and grinned, "Y/n? Well nice to meet you." I chuckled in response, "Yeah.." Ponyboy.. I remember hearing that from his folks. He smiled and shook my hand. Very educated..how sweet. "I always heard 'bout you..Never gotta chance to meet ya."

"Yeah? How interesting because I also heard 'bout you from.." I couldn't say it.. Ponyboy's smile slightly faltered but he shook his head in assurance. "No it's fine..Y'heard it from my folks?" I nodded. It was silent, Sodapop licked his lip and sighed. I didn't mean to mention his parents.. because it would bring them memories.. 

"So um, Ponyboy's your real name like Soda's or is it a nickname?" I changed the subject. Ponyboy looked at me with a soft smile. "Ponyboy's my real name, just like Soda's. It even says so in my birth certificate." 

Dallas had come out of the kitchen, smoking a cigarette. Sodapop smacked his head tellin' him that no cigarettes were allowed in the house. It'd cause a fire. "Really? well you and Soda have unique names."

"Yeah well my folks loved being different; they gave us original names and that.."

"I like your name." 

"Seriously ain't no joke?"

"Yeah seriously." He blushed and sat beside me. Now I sat in between Two-bit and Ponyboy. We were watching Mickey get chased by some dog guard all over the place. 

"So y/n.. I haven't seen you in a while. What have you been up to?" Sodapop asked. I simply shrugged," Nothin' except trying to graduate outta high school.." 

"You gotta lover boy or something.. Someone you would call 'COME HERE LOVER BOY, OH WHERE ARE YOU LOVERBOY?" Two bit snickered. I rolled my eyes but laughed, "No I'm not social much..I don't really like talking, so that would make it very difficult for me to date anyone."

"Well you pretty are much of a good talker, you haven't stuttered." Ponyboy shrugged. The boys nodded in agreement, and smiled. "So are you still one of those smart chicks in school?" Steve asked. "Well if you say so that way...I guess, I like gettin' good grades, gives you a good reputation." I giggled. "Sounds like horsey here." Sodapop chuckled, earning a huff from Ponyboy. I smiled at Soda's comment, " Yeah I mean it helps with anything, like keeping Socs away anytime."

It was true, well sort of. Socs had this thing where they think that greasers are 'no brainers' and they don't know shit about learnin' except stealing. They can't be the ones talking though because they destroy properties and jump greasers.. They just can't comprehend we are all the same except for the level of economy or treatment that happens within us. "Anytime..so how come the Socs jump you earlier?"Pony asked. I shivered at the mention, his name quickly brought me to some hour ago with them..Bob knew I was a grease, ever since middle school. He told the rest of the Socs and used that against me.. Tonight was just the beginning of something serious that he, himself provoked on me. Hatred. 

"First time I agree with this donkey kid, how come?"Steve asked again. I bit my lip, holding in threatening tears.Oh gosh this is embarrassing, why do they have to remind me?

"I..uhm they were drunk..yeah.. I didn't really think of them comin' to our side of town.."

"Well know you know they do Doll. Socs don't give a shit what good you've done, if you're a grease.. May you find something to defend yourself."

"That remembers me of Johnnycakes.. He got beat up bad by some Socs.. And he never told us who they were, except that they threatened him with anything under the sun.. To the point he got afraid of his own shadow.." Pony mumbled. 

Johnny Cade, that explains the scar on his cheek. He would always stick with Dallas. I remember a conversation I had with Bob some months ago. 

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"And there he was; crying for help. Can you believe that? Greasers are pathetic!"Bob was laughing with his friends, recalling the day before on how they jumped this poor boy. I knew it was Johnny Cade, I heard 'bout it before.

I regained my courage to walk to the group of Socs and  speak up, "Who are you talkin' 'bout Sheldon?"

He turned  and laughed in mock amusement." Why should I tell you L/n? It's none of your damn business."

I glared, "I heard you beat up this boy, a greaser."

"And so what? What are you gonna do, huh? All I'm gonna say is that I enjoyed every single moment..beatin' up people of your class was fun..exciting ...all that bundle."

My knuckles had found its way to his face. The halls were pretty silent except the sounds of his  whines. He held his nose that started to bleed and glared at me. "What the hell!?"

I swallowed hard and bit my lip. "Watch your mouth, Sheldon.." Whispers surrounded us. Judgementak ones at that. And obviously some girl snitched on me. Getting me suspended for a whole week.

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I turned away from them, blinking back tears. Don't cry Y/n..you already embarrassed yourself much... The room was silent, which made my sniff very loud.And oh God.. I hated myself.. 

The boys noticed immediately , and looked at me.

Dallas quickly moved Ponyboy aside and sat with me. " Y/n are you alright?" He whispered, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. Sodapop looked concerned, also taking Two-bits place. "Hey now.. it's okay Y/n.. don't cry. We're here for you.. it's okay" He sighed, wrapping me in a hug. "It's okay."