The outsiders imagines

A+ for plesure

hey guys, i'm so glad this first semester is over but i got english next semester and idk where tf that is so can't wait to be lost again 😍😍 btw this was requested by ScarlettBlack413 (I TOLD YOU I'D GET TO IT 😼)
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"WHAT THE HELL?!" Pony shouted as he saw the unthinkable. Pause, you're probably wondering how our dear friend got here, it started back on Tuesday when Ms. Y/l/n called Darry to talk about Pony's grade....

"Hi Mr. Curtis," He felt weird being called Mr. but he just ignored it. He sat down on the plastic chair, cursing under his breath. "So I know you're dying to know why I called."

He didn't even pity laugh which made you shift in your seat. He looked like he would either punch you or pass out. "Um, I'd like to talk about Ponyboy's grade in here, he's doing excellent in all of his other classes but he's failing this class."

"Uh," He scratched the back of his neck and bit his lip. He noticed you were pretty young, around his age. He was wondering who the hell would throw their fresh start into a shithole. "What class is this again?"

"It's art class," You sighed. Your class was the most mistreated, no parent or student cared about it and god forbid someone's son is in the class, they'll throw a pissy fit if their failing so you were a bit worn down from calling all these parents. He looked like he could care less. "He's a great artist! but he's not doing his assignments."

If he could, Darry would've came back with "art is for girls" or "shut the fuck up" out of tiredness but he bit his lip. "Well, I'll be sure to make sure he gets it done." He said through gritted teeth.

"Is that all you wanted?" He felt like his time was being waisted here but you shook your head.

"No, I'd like to talk about some of the things he's drawn," You bit your nail as you opened his box of drawings that was in the middle of the table. You pulled a picture out with a very graphic scene. "I told the students to just draw what they felt for this assignment, and he did it this time thankfully but what he drew was very concerning."

He snatched the paper from you and looked at it, after looking at it he let out a heavy sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. "Sweet baby jesus."

"I just wanted to make sure everything was okay at home, nothing bad was goin' on in his life-"

"You tryin' to say I'm doin' somethin' to 'em?" He dangerously and slowly said. You backed up in your seat and shook your head.

"No, I just wanted to know if he's okay, I hear something awful happened to him this fall from the teachers but no one told me what it was" You explained. Before he had a long leave from school, he was a very good kid. He's not bad now, just different, doesn't do his homework as much and he's just... there. It's really creepy.

"Well it's none of your damn business," He said quickly as he got up. "I'm tired of all you teachers callin' yourselves doin' something, ain't nothin' wrong with him." He slammed the chair back up to the table and started storming off the the door.

"Mr. Curtis wait!" You got up but didn't get near him.

"And quit callin' me that for the love of god" He yelled and went out. You sighed and went over to your desk, pulling out your emergency cigarettes from your drawer.

You took out your matchbook and struck a stray match against it. You wiped the sweat off of your forehead and took a long drag on it. "It's always me these fuckin' lunatic parents take their unresolved problems out on."