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Life Choices	By : JessieMundaiFan Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 1891 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: The Outsiders is owned by S.E. Hinton I own nothing.
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(Johnny's POV)
Mom rubbed my head affectionately and handed me my lunch.
"Have a good day at school son," she told me before walking back up stairs.
(sigh) I really wish dad hadn't found my registration papers so quickly. I did not feel like going to school today.
Oh well, no sense crying about it now. Having all my stuff packed up, I left to go to my bus stop.
I woke up kind of late, but if I'm lucky I won't have missed the bus. Thankfully, I got there just as it was about to leave and slide in the door. Seeing as the bus was moving, I quickly look for a seat. I looked to see staring at me like I was some kind of alien. They look kind of disturbed to see me for some reason.
Finding a lone seat in front I quickly sat in it and faced my window. It felt really uncomfortable having everyone looking at me. It didn't help that I could hear people start to gossip and talk about me either.
I was beyond happy to see Two-Bit's car as we pulled up into the school. Having the gang around would really help me out. Being the new kid in school can be tough.
It was disappointing to hear Soda talk yesterday about how he didn't feel school was for him and that going straight to work was probably for the best. Something in me says that he might of still had a chance, but what can you?
I practically ran out of the bus and to the school parking lot. As I came up to Two-Bit's car, I was happy to see Ponyboy was with him. Ponyboy was leaning on the car and waiting for Two-Bit as he looked for something.
"Pony," I shouted to get his attention. I could see him drifting off as he usually does when he's waiting for something or someone.
He looked in my direction and gave me that smile that I enjoy seeing so much. In fact, I enjoy it so much I don't realize I'm doing things until after it's done. For example, currently I am pressing Ponyboy against the car with my body because I forgot that I was running and slammed into him. My hands were on either side him, just a small slide away from being on his waist. As I stared into his eyes filled with shock I could only think one thing.
I am so stupid.
"Hi," I said to him awkwardly.
"Hi," he said back as a blush made it onto his face. God he looked so adorable.
My breath hitched as I felt him squirm a little. Almost every part of his body was rubbing up on me. I could feel my pants slowly getting tighter during his squirming. Oh god, not on the first day of school. I can't have a hard on the first day of school.
"Hey Johnny," I heard Two-Bit abruptly. I quickly jumped away from Pony in embarrassment. For some reason, Two-Bit had a real big grin on his face.
"Were you two getting freaky on my car," he snickered at us. As Pony's blush increased, I tried on conceal my bulge from them.
"Uh, um, no?" Why did that come out like a question? I shook myself out of my stupor "I just ran into him by accident that's all."
"Oh okay, I got you," he didn't look too convinced but thankfully didn't say anything else. His eyes roamed the parking lot for a brief moment before he packed up his books a moved to the school. He put a hand on mine and Ponyboy's shoulders and practically pushed us along with him.
"Let's move people. The faster we go in the faster we get out."
I barely had time to look back and see the horrified looks on people faces at they all stared at the three of us.
Why do I get a bad feeling about this?
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"Here we are," Pony told me as we reached my locker.
Two-Bit had gone off to flirt with some chick which left me Pony.
"Thanks," I smiled at him appreciatively as I opened my locker.
"Anything for you Johnny," he grinned at me. I hid my face in my locker as I flushed at his words.
"So, um, where's Steve and Dally," I had told myself back from spitting out his name.
"Steve said that he was sick," he snorted, "which is code for he's skippin."
I chuckled amusedly.
"And Dally doesn't go to school," he said casually.
Thank god, I said to myself
"Oh. So did you have good time with him last night?" I had to leave really early yesterday to help unpack something's so I didn't see Pony go out.
While I didn't like talking about the guy I did want to know how he treated Pony.
He lowered his eyes. "He didn't show, buts okay I really didn't expect him to. He's been busy this past week."
Too busy to spend time with you? If I was in his place you couldn't find a moment when Pony and I were separate.
"How about you and me go out," I saw his widen in shock, "as friends." I had to mend that bridge really quick.
"Sure that sounds great," he smiled me.
The warning bell suddenly rang. "I'll see you around," he asked me.
"Sure," I nodded at him as he took off to his first class.
Once again I found groups of people just staring at me. Geez, I know some people don't like having new kids in school but why do they have to stare and talk me about like this.
Even now, as I walked into my class, I could still feel them looking at me.
"Hello class," said the teacher as she walked in. "Before we get into today lesson I have a little treat for you all."
She smiled at all of us. "I've been informed that we have a new student in class. Would you please stand up Mr. Dauber?"
Reluctantly, I stood up from my desk and faced the class.
"Everyone please do you best to welcome your new classmate," she asked everyone kindly.
A guy in the back of the class snorted. "Why bother, he's gonna be dead by the end of the day."
The class nodded their heads and murmuring in agreement.
What?
What the hell did I do?
"Class," the teacher snapped silencing everyone. "That is enough. I won't have you all disrespecting your new classmate like that."
She looked at me apologetically. "I apologize Mr. Dauber please sit back down."
I did what I was told all the while deep in thought.
The rest of my classes were even worse than this one. Not only did people refuse to talk to me, they refused to even be near me.
I couldn't understand what I did wrong when I first walked in the school. All I did is talked to Pony and Two-Bit and go to my locker. Who could I have upset by doing that?
At the end of last period, I decided enough was enough. I wanted to know what everyone was talking about.
I found the guy that spoke up in my first and went up to him.
"Why did you say I was gonna be dead at the end of the day," I demanded of him.
"You don't know," he asked me shocked.
"Know what? I'm new I don't have a clue what's goin on."
"I thought somebody would have told ya by now," he shrugged. "Look here guy, we don't have a lot of rules in this town but if one of them was clear is that you never ever EVER fuck with Dallas Winston."
What? "I didn't nothin to him," I cried out outrageously.
"No," he pointed out, "but you did make a move on one of his things."
"And what's that," I gritted out feeling utterly annoyed.
"That kid, Ponyboy," he pointed it as if it was obvious.
Something in me snapped. I grabbed the guy by his shirt and pushed him on the wall.
"You got some nerve callin him a thing," I glared at him fiercely. Ponyboy is the sweetest person I've ever known. Nobody should ever degrade him like this.
He held his hand up. "Hey, hey these aren't my words. I'm just tryin to tell you what you wanted to know. The last guy that tried to pick up that kid got his ass beat so bad nobody could recognize him when he finally came back from the hospital a month later."
I roughly let go of him and made my way down the hall feeling utterly pissed off.
"When Dally hears you've been messed with his boy he's gonna kill ya," the boy shouted at me.
I didn't pay him any mind as I walked out of the school.
"I don't care what anybody says," I mumbled to myself. "I'm not gonna stop being around Ponyboy."
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