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… (General POV) "Please stay away," Claire whimpered. Hurriedly, she ran into her house locking the door behind her. Using a nearby desk and chair, she barricaded the door further. "Curtis, Curtis…" With bated breath Claire stared at the door shivering in fear. She prayed to herself that he hadn't went to pursue her after she caught him bury that body. All seemed quiet outside. Not a single sound could be heard on this dark night. Suddenly the door literally flew open throwing Claire to ground. With a look of sheer terror on her face she saw… "Curtis!" Someone yelled. Darry looked up to see his boss staring in his direction sternly. "The break will be over in five minutes," Darry's boss told, "so get yourself situated." Silently Darry gave him a nod slipping his book back into his pocket and putting away his lunch box. "Hey Darry," someone called out from behind them. The oldest Curtis brother turned himself around to see Danny waving him over from the sidewalk. Looking over hesitantly to see if his boss wasn't looking at him, Darry quickly went over to where Danny was. "Hey," Danny greeted happily clutching his stilts tightly. Judging by the car a few blocks away, Darry assumes that Danny got a ride here. "Hey," Darry greeted back nodding with something of a smile on his face, "I've been trying to call you." "I know," Danny had an apologetic look on his face, "I've just been so busy helping my parents figure out what to do with the bills I've just been out of the loop lately. I'm sorry." "Don't worry it's understandable," Darry nodded knowing where he was coming from. Luckily, Darry gave Danny his work schedule early on in case Danny wanted to visit him at work for some reason. "What were you reading," Danny gestured to the book that he saw Darry put away a little while ago. "Huh," Darry gave a brief glance at the book in his pocket before giving his friend a sheepish look. "It's a mystery novel. I'm just…trying out some new things," Darry informed his friend. "Really," Danny raised an eyebrow at him knowing that Darry never had any interest in those kind of books before. "I'm taking up a hobby," Darry let out a deep breath, "Ponyboy said it might make my emotions tamer." "Really," Danny gained a blush on his cheeks and shuffled himself with his stilts, "and what brought this one?" "You," Darry answered honestly, "but mostly I want to do this for myself." "Great," Danny cried before composing himself, "so do you want to…go out on a date with me?" Darry gave Danny a small smile and walked over to him. Taking his chin in his hand, Darry briefly kissed Danny on the lips. "I'd like that," Darry whispered to him, "but we'll have to take our time before going to the next step." "Agreed," Danny whispered back at him before sealing their lips in another kiss. "Curtis'!" Both men broke apart to see Darry's boss with an aggravated look on his face. He seemed to be trying to burn holes into them with his eyes. "I got to go back to work," Darry told Danny turning back to him briefly. "Sure," Danny nodded in reluctant understanding. "I'll call you later?" Darry asked. "You better Dare," Danny told him teasing. After slowly rubbing Danny's cheek Darry gave him one last kiss before heading off back to work. Maybe this can work out, Darry thought to himself. … Curly yawned to himself as he laid in bed thinking about nothing in particular. He couldn't think of a thing he could to today. He had already fed Tosh this morning and led him back into his dog house, which Curly stole from one of his neighbors. So now he really had nothing to do. As Curly was about to drift back to sleep, he heard a loud crashing noise and some other distinct noises downstairs. Quickly he jumped off of his bed to see what the ruckus was all about. Unfortunately just as Curly was about to open his door, Tim came barging in. "Whoa. What the hell?" Curly demanded seeing his brother packing up his school supplies and books into his book bag. "You're going to school," Tim ordered simply as he tossed his brother his book bag before moving out of the room as fast as he came in. Confused by this sudden action, Curly followed his brother out of his room to see him walking to Angela's room next. "Hey man what," Curly froze as he saw that his brother had a big scar on his right arm. The blood from the scar was dripping slowly on his arm. Now that he was out of his room, and able to hear more clearly, Curly could now tell that the noise he was hearing before was yelling. Great, Curly thought to himself bitterly. "Get up," Curly heard his brother say to his sister, "you're going to school." The two them had a brief argument before Angela came out of room looking frustrated and irritable. However, as she heard the ongoing arguing downstairs she quickly calmed herself down. "Go somewhere else after school," Tim ordered to them. Not like I would come here after school anyway, Curly thought to himself silently. That Wild Dog guy had been over their house a lot lately hanging out with Tim. It's a good thing Ponyboy never comes over here, Curly thought in relief. There's no telling what could happen if Ponyboy came over here when Wild Dog was sitting on the couch. "Where are you going to go?" Angela asked trying to sound unconcerned but ultimately failing due to the worried look on her face. "Don't worry about me," Tim snapped at her, "just worry about yourselves. Speaking of which, you two got to find some place to eat because we're out of food here again." "Do you have any money?" Angela asked him before she could stop herself. Curly rolled his eyes waiting for Tim's eventual explosion. "What the fuck Angela!" Tim glared at her fiercely causing her to flinch under his gaze, "What the hell happened to the twenty bucks I gave you three days ago?" "I needed some beauty supplies," Angela protested weakly, "I haven't had a decent comb to fix up my hair with in weeks. And we're out of any usable fabric so I couldn't even sew any new clothes." Tim said nothing back to her, but just decided to rub his face in frustration. "What the hell is going on up there?" They heard their father yell loudly hearing there argument from downstairs. Tim looked from his siblings to downstairs before pushing them both downstairs and to the front door. "Here's ten bucks," Tim handed his sister the bill as he pushed them out the door, "don't spend it on stupid shit." Angela gave him a nod as thanks. "Didn't y'all here me?" Craig stomped over to his children angrily, "I asked what the fuck you were doing?" Silently, Tim shut the door behind his siblings leaving them only to hear more loud yelling coming from the house. "I did not want to go to school today," Angela sighed to herself mostly trying to keep her worrying down. "Hm," was all Curly said back as they started walking to school. "Do you even now what classes you're in this semester?" Angela gave her brother a doubtful look. Curly's dry look was the only answer she got in response. "You're going to ignore me this whole walk aren't you?" Angela asked knowingly. Once again Curly gave her a dry look. I know how to get a reaction out of you, Angela thought to herself deviously. "You know it's a good thing you are coming to school," Angela said sweetly. Curly raised an eyebrow at her. "Now you can keep that pesky football player away from poor innocent Ponyboy," Angela told him dramatically. In an instant, Curly's head snapped up as he made to stare at his sister intimidatingly. "What?" Curly asked quietly with a dangerous tone. "Oh nothing," Angela waved him off innocently, "it's just that new guy on the football team Thomas has been trying to get awfully friendly with your 'babe'." "Trying to," Curly repeated with a raised eyebrow. Angels sighed heavily and shook her head. "Of course seeing as its Ponyboy, the most oblivious person in the world, he doesn't notice when he's getting hit on," Angela rolled her eyes. "Don't being so overdramatic," Curly gave her a scowl, "he's not that oblivious." Angela gave her brother a look to ask if he was really as stupid as he looked. "You're joking right?" Angela asked incredulously, "that boy is so damn oblivious that when Thomas asked him to spend the night with him he said 'No thank you I don't really like sleep overs'." Curly didn't know whether to be amused or angry about that conversation. One the one hand Ponyboy's comments never ceased to entertain him, on the other hand he has a bone to pick with that Thomas guy. Angela, seeing her brother's expression, looked at him in exasperation. "Honestly Curly I don't know how you deal with him," Angela shook her head, "I mean is he really worth all the work you have to put in getting with him?" The look Curly gave her in response told Angela her answer. "Okay yes, I'm aware of your obsession," Angela replied dryly, "but really what is really to Ponyboy. Sure he's got a good personality, nice eyes, pretty boy face, fine set of legs, great ass and..." In the corner of her eye, Angela could see the smug smirk Curly was giving her as she stopped midsentence. "Okay fine, you win," Angela held up her hands defeat. … "It's so strange," Ponyboy scratched his head in confusion, "I could have sworn that my old middle school was farther away from my high school." Justin smiled from beside him. Ponyboy and Justin were walking to their schools with each other. When Ponyboy was walking his way to school, because Two-Bit for some inexplicable reason couldn't give him a ride, he unintentionally bumped into Justin on the way. Justin nervously claimed that even though his father usually gives him a ride to school, he was too busy to do it today. Thus, that is the reason why the two of them are together at the moment. Justin groaned to himself as they approached his school. "I hate school," Justin sighed tiredly, "it's just so boring and dull." "I know the feel," Ponyboy nodded sympathetically, "but just remember that it will be over in a couple of hours." "And I have to deal with all the jerks at my school," Justin grumbled not paying attention to what Ponyboy said. Ponyboy put a hand on Justin's shoulder stopping him in his tracks. "You get bullied?" Ponyboy asked in concern. Justin looked hesitant to answer at first, but after Ponyboy stared at him for a little while longer he finally caved in. "Sometimes," Justin mumbled looking away, "a lot of people don't like me because I'm so small and don't really talk to anybody." "You don't talk to anybody?" Ponyboy repeated tilting his head at him, "why not? You're usually so talkative." Justin just gave him a shrug. "Do you get nervous?" Ponyboy asked trying to keep the younger boy talking in order to find out what's wrong with him. "A little bit," Justin said briefly. "Just try to find some people that have the same interests in you," Ponyboy suggested, "once you comfortable with them I'm sure your nervousness will clear up." "You think?" Justin questioned. "Sure," Ponyboy nodded with a smile. "Okay," Justin grinned enthusiastically before going to run up to his school. "Wait," Ponyboy protested. "What?" Justin asked stopping in his tracks. Ponyboy pointed to the brown bag in his hand. "Where's your lunch?" Ponyboy asked the young boy with a stern look on his face. Panicking for some reason, Justin looked around him as if the answer to Ponyboy's question would appear beside him. "I, um, forgot it?" Justin said not looking too sure of his answer. In a very feminine way, Ponyboy put his hands on his hips tapped his foot impatiently. Justin squirmed as Ponyboy's gaze got fiercer. "I don't have one," Justin admitted after a while sheepish. Ceasing his stare, Ponyboy sighed and offered Justin own lunch. "Take mine," Ponyboy practically shoved the brown bag into the younger boy's hands. "You sure?" Justin gave him a reluctant look as if he was stealing from him. Ponyboy, choosing not to answer his question, opted to just fix up Justin's wrinkly collar and push him toward his school. "Try and have fun," Ponyboy told him encouragingly starting to walk to his own school, "and wait for me after school, I'll walk you home." "Okay," Justin nodded before running off into his school. Smiling fondly, Ponyboy did the same. Luckily, Ponyboy was able to get into the school before the warning bells started ringing. Not wasting any time, he quickly deposited all his unnecessary books and got all the ones he needed for now. "Ponyboy!" The young greaser looked over his shoulder to see his friend Thomas running up to him. "Hey Thomas," Ponyboy greeted happily. Thomas Brooks was in the same year as Ponyboy and an aspiring linebacker on the school's football team. He had brown hair, brown eyes, a pretty average build, and some nice height on him (he was at least a foot taller than Ponyboy). Thomas…was a weird guy (at least to Ponyboy). The young greaser just could not figure the guy out. Sure he's nice to Ponyboy, but other times Thomas is trying to be really touchy and trying to get extra close to him. Not to mention that he's always saying weird things that Ponyboy can't decipher for the life of him. With a smug smile, Thomas leaned on the locker next to Ponyboy's. "What have you been up to lately?" Thomas asked him with a leer, checking out the young greaser's legs. Ponyboy shrugged, not paying any attention to the look he was getting. "Nothing much," Ponyboy answered casually, "just been hanging out with some friends." "You haven't been hanging out with me," Thomas pouted, "aren't I your friend?" "Sure," Ponyboy chuckled shutting his locker on moving to his first class, "but I've just been getting closer to an old friend." Roughly pulling Ponyboy closer to him by the waist, Thomas moved his face so their cheeks were almost touching. Thomas' hand was so low on Ponyboy's waist that it was practically on his butt, which he was groping slightly. "Why don't you try to get closer to me?" Thomas whispered to him. There he goes saying weird things again, Ponyboy sighed to himself internally. He tried to get out of Thomas' grip but found it to be too tight. "Oh come on," Thomas urged with a smirk, "you and me can have a lot of fun together. Just give me a chance babe." "Don't call me that," Ponyboy answered without even thinking about it. "Why not?" Thomas raised an eyebrow at him. Before Ponyboy could answer a familiar irritated voice answered for him "Because that's my name for him." In pure shock, Ponyboy turned around to see Curly standing a little ways behind them. He was glaring menacingly at the boy holding Ponyboy. "Curly," Ponyboy cried out in excitement. Slipping out of Thomas' hold, he walked over to Curly's side. Instantly, Curly pulled Ponyboy to his side, which Ponyboy took no notice to. "Didn't expect to see you hear any time soon," Ponyboy joked. "I pretty much had no choice," Curly answered not taking his eyes off of the jackass that dared to touch his babe. "Who are you," Thomas asked rudely. "Someone you should not fuck with," Curly shot back smirking darkly. Thomas met Curly's gaze with a look dripping in anger and jealousy. He wanted so badly to rip that hand off of Ponyboy's slim waist, but sadly that wouldn't make him look good in front of the young greaser. "So what class do you have first Curly?" Ponyboy asked not noticing the tension in the air (even though everyone else in the hallway could). "I don't know," Curly shrugged finally looking away from the football player, "math?" "You don't even know your own schedule?" Thomas sneered at him. Curly snapped his head back to the linebacker. "That's the second time you irritated me," Curly growled, "you got one more time before its lights out." "Oh, I'm scared," Thomas mocked. Ponyboy, who finally got there was a problem between the two of them, stepped in between them. "Hey guys come on," Ponyboy protested, "let's just calm down and just go to class so we can get this over with." Both boys, not wanting to get on Ponyboy's bad side agreed reluctantly and started walking to class. "Hey," Thomas pointed to Curly who he noticed was walking with the both of them, "the math hall is on the other side of the school." Curly shrugged and walked a little closer to Ponyboy. "I think I'll stick with my babe," Curly told him confidently, "besides I don't have my book." "Let me guess, you lost it in your room," Ponyboy asked dryly already knowing the answer. Seeing the obvious look on Curly's face caused Ponyboy to sigh to himself. Ponyboy didn't know why he was surprised Curly was never good at keeping his room clean. Speaking of rooms, is has been a while since Ponyboy has visited Curly's house (almost two years). Ponyboy was entertaining the idea of going over to Curly's house. Ponyboy looked to Curly and wondered if he should tell him. The young greaser decided against it thinking it would be better to just surprise him in the next day or so. "Our teacher's not going to let you do that," Thomas protested bring them back to the conversation at hand. Curly, completely ignoring Thomas turned to Ponyboy interest. "Didn't you say you had Mrs. Turntree first period?" Curly asked remembering that from when Ponyboy told him about his schedule. "Yeah," Ponyboy nodded, "our old teacher is finally having her baby so we got her." "Then I'm good," Curly snickered not paying attention to the focused looks he got. The three of them walked into class together slowly. Seeing some empty desks in the back of the room they immediately moved to them. Thomas tried to get a seat next to Ponyboy but was shoved aside by Curly who pushed their desks closer to each other. The linebacker growled at the smug look Curly gave him before angrily sitting next to Curly. About two minutes later the classes' teacher Mrs. Turntree walked into the room. "I've never had her before, what's she like?" Ponyboy leaned over and whispered to Curly. "Fun," Curly replied simply. "Hello class,' Mrs. Turntree greeted sweetly seeming to be a nice kind woman. "Hello Mrs. Tu-" "Okay shut up," Mrs. Turntree snapped her demeanor changing completely, "as most of you may know I am Mrs. Turntree. I'm filling in for Mrs. Adiba because of her pregnancy. Are there any questions?" Thomas raised his hand immediately. "No questions?" Mrs. Turntree completely ignored Thomas' hand and turning to the chalkboard, "good because the sooner we get started the sooner I can leave." "Excuse me maim," Thomas shouted out. Mrs. Turntree turned herself around to glare at the class causing them to squirm in their seats. "Alright look you little brats," Mrs. Turntree scowled, "when I asked do you have any question I didn't say I was going to answer them. I am not answering your stupid questions. Leave me alone and I'll leave you alone. Do you understand?" Everyone in the class nodded mutely. "Good," Mrs. Turntree gave them a dark smile, "now…" "But Mrs. Turntree," Thomas protested again. In sheer frustration, Mrs. Turntree slammed her hand on the desk loudly. "Boy if you interrupt me one more time I'm gonna go back there and smack the stupid out of you," Mrs. Turntree barked, "I'm trying to teach you meaningless a lesson that you won't ever use in real life dammit!" "But there's a student in here that's not supposed to be in this class," Thomas pointed to Curly who just sneered at him. Mrs. Turntree looked from Curly to Thomas and back again. "So," she shrugged not caring in the slightest. Curly grinned in satisfaction. "So?" Thomas repeated utterly flabbergasted, "he's not supposed to be here!" "And you think I care?" Mrs. Turntree snorted, "I don't give a damn whose in this class as long as you shut the hell up and leave me alone." "W-What," Thomas stuttered standing up in outrage, "what kind of teacher are you?" "Hey," Mrs. Turntree protested loudly with narrowed eyes, "Don't you talk about me like that. I'm a damn teacher, you little gopher face freak." Thomas could do nothing but gap in shock. "Now sit down before I jump up and beat the ever-loving sweet crap out you," Mrs. Turntree threatened smacking the ruler in her on her desk for emphasis. Fear written all over his face, Thomas quickly sat down in his seat. By this point Curly was struggling to hold in his laughter. Ponyboy, just recovering from that onslaught of insanity, leaned over to talk to Curly again. "How is this woman able to teach?" Ponyboy asked him curiously. "I don't," Curly shrugged once he collected himself, "some said that it's because all her classes give the school great grades, others say it was because she threaten the principal for her job. Either way she's awesome." Ponyboy had a feeling that this was going to be a weird class. Class ended fairly quickly. Mrs. Turntree quickly taught what she wanted teach and then let them go early saying that she was sick of seeing of their faces. "Ponyboy what's your friend's name," Thomas asked as they started to leave, Curly having stepped away for a moment to get a drink of water from the faucet. "Curly," Ponyboy answered as he waited for his friend to finish drinking. "What his real name?" Thomas questioned with narrowed eyes. "Charles," Ponyboy told slowly, "but don't ever call him that. He'll do unspeakable things to you." Thomas, not hearing the fear in Ponyboy's voice walked over to Thomas at the fountain. "Thomas don't," Ponyboy protested in concern. "Hey Charles," Thomas shouted deeply, "I got a bone to pick with you." Time seemed to freeze in the hallway. Curly didn't move a muscle while Ponyboy was staring at the both of them with wide eyes. Very slowly, Curly raised himself up and turned around to face the foolish boy behind him. "What did you call me?" Curly asked blankly. "What your name?" Thomas snorted, "geez don't be so sensitive Charles." The attack happened in a flash. No one in the hallway could tell exactly what happened. All they could see was Curly jumping and pouncing on Thomas like a wild animal. By the time Curly stood back up Thomas was on the floor unconscious and bloody." "Oh poor Thomas," Ponyboy sighed and shook his head sadly. He looked over at Curly who was now walking away as if nothing happened. People practically threw themselves out of his way as to not invoke his wrath. Quiet easily, Ponyboy was able to catch up with him and walk beside him. Curly turned and gave Ponyboy a satisfied smirk while the younger greaser returned the look blank stare. Snorting, Curly wrapped his arm around Ponyboy's shoulder. Rolling his eyes, Ponyboy leaned his head on his friends shoulder. "I sure now how to make school fun don't I babe?" "Oh Curly." …While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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