𝐌𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 :: 𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴

𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯.

𝘺/𝘯

i sat at my lunch table with cherry, bob, randy, and marcia as usual. today was friday which was mixed schedules, freshmen had lunch with the juniors while sophomores spent their lunch with the seniors. bob and randy were squirting chocolate milk at the greasers, we were all laughing until a little drop fell onto this dude with sideburns, the guy turned around to reveal two-bit.

cherry and marcia were still laughing but i held mine in successfully, two-bit grabbed bob by the collars where randy stepped in to stop the upcoming fight, one of the lunch monitors came by and had to drag two-bit out of the cafeteria. a few more greasers turned around but i recognized the four faces; steve, johnny, curly, and ponyboy.

"i have to go to the restroom." i told cherry who nodded.

i took the opportunity to throw away my lunch and sprint out of the room to make it look like it was an emergency, footsteps trail from behind but i couldn't stop now. as soon as my hand pressed the door to the women's restroom, a tight grip yanked me into the janitor's closet where it was pitched black. a male's hot breath touched my face when the lights turned on, i was face to face with ponyboy.

"you know, you caused a whole rumble." he said angrily.

"no i didn't, it was you, pone." i defended myself, pressing my palm onto his cheek.

he pushed my hand away, still furious. "don't touch me, i can't even believe you."

"what the hell did i do?!" i argued loudly, he placed his hand over my mouth when heels clicked against the floor.

"okay, maybe you're right, it was my fault." he overcame with guilt. "but you know what this could do to my gang, right?"

"it's okay, rumble's tonight, i'll talk to you before it starts." i reassured him.

"i'll be by the abandoned lot." he smiled.

"and i'll be on the bench waiting." i returned the smile.

"hey, wanna make out?" he grins.

i laughed and slapped him in the face, playfully as always. he laughed too which made us tumble over a bucket, then the hall monitor opened the door to reveal her angry old face. she pointed us out of the room to the principal's office, on our way we kept snickering, ponyboy got hit on the head with a folder which made me laugh even more harder.

        ponyboy was the only one sent to the office because the hall monitor recalled him dragging me into the room first