Wild Ride | By : JessieMundaiFan Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 5197 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Disclaimer: The Outsiders is owned by S.E. Hinton I own nothing.
… (General POV) You are about to enter an extremely hostile environment, a place where friends become enemies and enemies become friends. Behind these closed doors there will be no place to run and no place to hide, you can't escape the horrors that await you. You will be unprepared for the challenges that will be thrown at you as you are given blow after blow that will not only affect you physically but it will scar you emotionally. Get ready to enter a realm worse than any hell you've ever scene. But to teenagers it's just called High School. "I can't go to school today," Ponyboy proclaimed with a pout as he went up to his elder brother and sat beside him at the breakfast table. Darry unfolded his morning newspaper to look over at his brother, inspecting him, before giving him a dry look. "Why not?" Darry questioned somewhat curiously. "I'm sick," Ponyboy said with a shrug as he bit on a piece of toast. "And what exactly is your sickness Ponyboy?" Darry asked not sounding all that concerned at the moment. "School sickness, I am sick of school," Ponyboy said with an absolutely serious face, "and I believe that I should have the day off." "Really?" Darry raised his eyebrows at his little brother. He put away his newspaper and faced him. "And what makes you think that?" "Well," Ponyboy scratched his forehead trying to think of a good excuse. "I figured that since I make pretty good grades and never skip class and kids that skip class and don't get good grades should stay in school while I skip." Darry just stared over at his young brother blankly wondering why did he have to take after Sodapop so much. "What," Ponyboy shrugged, "It's the best I could do with such short notice, I didn't count on you actually giving me a chance to give an actual reason." "I'm having a good morning so far," Darry replied, "Ponyboy, you know you can't skip class whenever you feel like it, you try and do this every year around this time. What is it about March that you despise so much?" Ponyboy sighed knowing that lying wouldn't get him anywhere. "I just get stressed out about grades around this time of year and it's not fair that everyone else gets to take a day off and I never can." "You're not everyone else Ponyboy," Darry told him sternly, "you actually care about your education and getting your diploma. You don't want to be like everyone else, trust me its better being different." "Were you always different from everybody else in your class?" Ponyboy asked because he always thought Darry was immensely popular seeing that he was big football star when he went to school. Darry snorted. "People always use to call me a nerd when I skipped out on a party or a date so I could study. It never got to me though, I knew what I wanted and it was more important than being popular." Ponyboy smiled up at his brother. He always admired that kind of mentality in people, the ability ignore what others think of you because you are secure in your own self. He always tried to be that way and encouraged others to do the same. "Now, off to school," Darry ordered pointing to the door. Reluctantly, but understandingly, Ponyboy grabbed his book bag and went out the door and to his next day of school. … Curly growled as he struggled to get his right shoe off the back of his foot which it was stuck on. He had been in a hurry this morning which is why he was currently trying to put on his shoe while bouncing down the street. With a smug grin, Angela looked back and saw her brother's frustration. Maybe it had been a good thing that there brother hadn't been home to take them to school, not that she believed that he would do so anyway. As Curly was finally able to get his shoe on he heard the loud honking of a car coming down the street. The vehicle stopped right beside him near the sidewalk. Closer inspection of the car revealed to Curly that it was Mark, Kevin, and Scott, members of his brother's gang and the same age as him. To call them friends of Curly's would be far too much of a jump to their relationship with the curly haired hood, or lack of one. He always liked to refer to them as running buddies, as they were the only ones in his gang who he was allowed to hang out with. They also kept tabs on him for his brother so if he ever slipped up Tim would instantly know. "What's happening Curly my man?" Mark asked blowing the smoke from his cigarette out of his mouth. You could call him the leader of their little mini gang. "Gotta go to school," Curly said with a shrug, "can't get caught by the cops roaming the streets playing hooky again." "Yeah, I feel you," Mark nodded flicking his cigarette onto the grass below him, "Hop in, we're on our way there to." Curly just raised an eyebrow at him in silence. Why would idiots like him and his two goons being going to school, they never went to any of their classes? It's a miracle that there still in school at all. "We've got nothing else to do," Mark told him with an annoying grin, "so are you getting in or what?" Not like I have a choice, Curly said rolling his eyes. These guys were worse than parakeets when it comes to him and his brother. Once he was somewhat safely in the car, Mark tore off down the street clearly going over the speed limit. They were obviously able to get to school in record time, and not ever before the late bell rang. "Look at all the fine sluts walking around here," Kevin whistled eyeing a group of girls laughing and walking into school together, "Why did we stop going to school again?" "Because none of the freaks actually go to school," Scott stated rolling his eyes as he got out of the car as soon as they parked. "Where the fuck have you been man?" Kevin turned to his friend giving him an irritated look, "you can always find a good slut or two roaming around schools, they just don't go to class is all." Curly resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he walked with the three of them into the school as they continued to talk about sex. Listening to them talk like morons he was annoyed with himself to realize that he had been like them not to long ago, perverted, dirty minded, and always thinking about his next conquest. Granted, he was still somewhat like that but it was less on a disgusting level now, not to mention that he was only focused on one person. "Hey Mark, Curly, what y'all think would you rather have a nasty hoe or a freaky bitch?" Kevin asked snickering like an idiot along with Scott. Curly chose not to answer the question, which wasn't that surprising to them seeing as he wasn't much of a talker. "I actually like the smart ones," Mark answered simply as went into the halls and to their lockers moving past all the people in their way. Kevin, Scott, and even Curly raised an eyebrow at him. "Think about it, nerds are always kept protective by their parents at home so when they go out they're ready for anything," Mark said with a lecherous grin. "True, true," Scott said with a nod opening up his locker, "but it's not easy to spot a slutty nerd though, you usually can't tell until your fucking them." "I see one right now," Mark told them nodded down the hall. Curly looked in the direction Mark was pointing at and froze as soon as he spotted Ponyboy coming down the hall. He looked like his usual self, daydreaming about something as he walked through the halls not missing a single step. This time Curly couldn't repress his dislike of Mark as he saw the hood look Ponyboy up and down as he passed them. "Now that's a freaky nerd," Mark stated licking his lips as he eyed Ponyboy's ass as he walked away. "What makes you think that?" Kevin asked looking over at Ponyboy lustfully himself causing Curly to glare at him as well as Mark. "Isn't he that Curtis kid, the youngest member of that gang with Dallas Winston in it?" Scott questioned curiously. "The very same," Mark responded with a nod. Though he was angry, Curly could see Mark discreetly shoot a look in his direction which made him freeze. There is no way that he or anyone else in the gang could know about the thing that he and Ponyboy have could they? If he did than that definitely didn't spell anything good for the curly haired hood. "His brothers keep him on a seriously tight leash," Scott stated shaking his head, "the kids as innocent as you can get in this town." "Exactly, which is why he would be up for just about anything," Mark said with a lecherous grin, "just got to handle the bitch right." "Who's gonna do that, you?" Kevin asked snickering through his words. "Maybe," Mark replied with a shrug. "You better stay the fuck away from him!" Curly declared with a snarl. The curly haired teen cursed himself for that outburst as those three buffoons all turned to him with confused looks. Curly had to act fast in order to get them off his back. "I heard that his brothers start fights with anyone that comes near him," Curly said indifferently with a shrug, "a fuck with him wouldn't be worth the stress." He seemed to fool Scott and Kevin with his words, having been down that road before, but not Mark. He still seemed to be giving Curly a pointedly look which Curly this time returned silently. Just then the bell rang signaling the first class of the day. Both Curly and Mark dropped their stares as people scrambled all around them to go to class. "I'm going to class, see if I can get some good sleep in there," Scott said with a sigh as he walked away from the lockers with Kevin beside him. With those two gone this only left Curly and Mark in the hall together, neither cared all the much about being late or their first class of the day. "What games are you playing Curly?" Mark asked quietly. Curly just looked at him silently, not uttering a single word. "I know that your messing around the that Curtis kid," Mark told him in a low voice as if someone was eavesdropping on their conversation. "So what if I am?" Curly replied with a careless shrug, "It's not any of your business who I fuck?" Mark gave him a humorless chuckle. "Don't feed me that bullshit Shepard, I know that you two are…dating," Mark spit out as if he was disgusted with him. Curly was cursing himself internally for not being more discreet with his interactions with Ponyboy. How could Mark have possibly found out about the two of them? How much did he even know? What he's telling the curly haired hood could just be speculation and he's just trying to get Curly to confess. Curly wasn't going to let himself be played if that was the case. "Once again your talking nothing but shit Marky," Curly grinned at the irritated look on the other hoods face, "You always think I'm dating somebody, about a month ago you thought I was going out what that chick I let blow me once." "Don't think I didn't notice how weird you've been acting, I know you've been around the Curtis kid lately" Mark stated before his frown morphed into a grin, "and maybe Tim should know about this." Curly tried to stop himself from flinching but the corner of his eyes didn't agree with him, something Mark also caught and increased his grin. Mark was always trying to find a reason to suck up to Tim. Even though him and Curly hung out occasional he truly hated Curly for being Tim's brothers, he wanted to be in the position. Mark wanted to get the respect and fear that came with being associated with Tim Shepard and he would to anything to get it, even if it means being a snitch. "Even if I was with the Curtis kid, which I'm not," Curly said with emphasis, "you have no proof of anything your saying and if you waste Tim's time with nothing but a bunch of 'he said she said' then you might was write your will now." At Curly's very good point, Mark's smug expression diminished. The last thing you ever wanted to do is waste Tim's time, regardless of what it's about. "You'll slip up Shepard," was all Mark said before he walked off leaving nothing but a worried Curly in his wake. … The school day was nowhere near over and Ponyboy was miserable, absolutely miserable. This is the time of year when the teachers stop caring and just talk about anything, they already know how their grades are going to turn out and who's going to get what so they stop caring. This was especially dreadful for Ponyboy who was currently in his Math class trying to drown out his teacher. The young greaser was annoyed with himself as he was unable go to sleep even as his teacher explained to them the reasoning behind her second divorce and how it relates to math. Wouldn't you know that the only time he couldn't daydream would be a time when nothing is happening? "Can I go to the bathroom?" Ponyboy asked his teacher having had enough of all this. He had to get out of here. Reluctantly, the teacher let him go ordering him to return in the span of ten minutes. As Ponyboy walked past her and out the door she then continued her math/divorce explanation. The young greaser walked a little ways away from his classroom before he let out a sigh. He could not get out of there fast enough. He opened his eyes to see the glorious outside world in the window in front of him. Ponyboy decided that he needed some fresh air, and since his math teacher never notices when people come back from the bathroom anyways, he figured now was a great time. Carefully, as to not get caught, the young greaser walked out of the backdoor of the school and sat down on the bleachers next to the track field. He closed his eyes in delight as he felt the wind relax his mind and ease his mind. "Don't you look comfy?" A familiar voice called out above him. Looking further up the bleachers he spotted Curly who had previously been lying down and facing away from him. "I could say same about you," Ponyboy said as a smile immediately made it onto his face, "What are you doing here?" Groaning as he slid down the bleachers, Curly sat next close to Ponyboy giving him a tired expression. "Trying to sleep," Curly yawned thus backing up his claim, "the fucking teachers in this school are boring the hell out of me." Ponyboy grinned and gently grabbed Curly's head and moved it onto his lap. The curly haired hood was confused by this gesture but let it happen, Ponyboy's legs felt strangely comfortable. "Poor little Curly, feeling tired because of your boring teachers," Ponyboy joke absentmindedly run his fingers through Curly's hair. "And why are you here?" Curly sighed with his eyes closed in bliss as he felt Ponyboy's soothing hands on his head. "Taking a break just like you," Ponyboy replied with a chuckle. Curly opened one eye to look up at the young greaser. "Hey, you're supposed to be smart, you can't just skip class." "Just because I'm smart doesn't mean I love school," Ponyboy huffed, "smart people do have lives you know." "No skin off my back," Curly snorted closing both his eyes once again, "I just don't want all you nerds and geeks to start copy all us bad kids, skipping won't be fun anymore if everybody starts doing it." Ponyboy playfully hit Curly on chest before easing himself into a relaxed state himself. He loved days like this, when it was perfect to be outside and just bath in the sun. Everything was so calm and relaxing. "Look what we have here." Curly's eyes snapped open and he quickly sat up from Ponyboy's lap as he heard a familiar annoying voice. Standing in front of the bleachers where Kevin, Scott, and of course Mark who had a smug grin on his face. "No, don't let use interrupt," Mark said his hands up, "we just came hangout with you." "Interrupt what?" Curly asked blankly pointed ignoring Ponyboy who was still sitting beside him. "Don't play games with us Curly," Mark told him shaking his head as his friends and him walked up the bleachers and sat next to the two of them, "we know the two of you are going out." "We know now anyway," Scott stated giving Curly a wary look. "You know nothing," Curly snapped angrily, "we are not going out." Curly could practically feel the hurt look Ponyboy was giving him but he had to put it aside from now. If it had been just Mark that caught him and Ponyboy together then this situation might be different, but now that he has Kevin and Scott, people that can vouch for his words to Tim, he can't afford to let them know about his relationship no matter what. Ponyboy didn't say a word in retaliation, he didn't think he could. While he knew exactly what was happening at the moment and the predicament Curly was in, it didn't stop him from being hurt by all this. "Really?" Mark asked letting his hand brush against Ponyboy's thigh, "so this cute little thing is up for grabs." "Don't touch me," Ponyboy protested quietly moving his hand off him gently but was having a tough time as Mark kept feeling on his lower body. Through is folded arms, Curly clenched his fists together urging himself for some self-control. Beating the hell out of Mark right now would blow his whole cover. "Come on cutie, your single right," Mark asked shooting Curly another look, "isn't he?" Curly gulped trying to make the words on the tip of his tongue come out but was having a hard time with it. Finally he said it though. "He doesn't mean anything to me," Curly stated emotionlessly. Those words pierced right through Ponyboy heart shattering it into small miniscule pieces. The young greaser couldn't stop his eyes from watering through his sadness. Why did Curly have to say the exact words Ponyboy's been having nightmares about for years? "I knew it," Kevin snorted with a smirk, "I knew Curly wouldn't waste him time with a relationship, you were wrong on this one Mark." "Maybe," Mark said with a shrug moving closer to Ponyboy, "but I have something else to mess with right now." "Stop it," Ponyboy hissed as he felt Mark's hands move to grope him more than he was previously doing. He couldn't stand this anymore, and seeing Curly just look away and not doing anything to help broke him even further. "I have to go," Ponyboy announced ripping Mark hands off him and walking off the bleachers. Ponyboy winced as he felt Mark slap him on the ass as he left. "See ya hot stuff." Hearing Kevin and Scott's laughter caused Ponyboy to run off the bleachers and run off the field, where he was going he didn't know but he couldn't stay there anymore. "Look at him run," Scott commented. "Look at that ass," Mark responded giving Curly a grin, "he's got a nice one doesn't Curly old boy?" "Shut up," Curly replied lowly trying to control himself. "What's wrong with you?" Kevin asked with a frown. "We probably cost him some ass," Scott said answering for Curly, "don't worry about it Shepard it's not that big of a deal." It's more than you think it is, Curly thought to himself gloomily. And as much as he wanted to blame these three for what just happened he knew that it was his fault, he knew that he fucked up really bad. 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