Avery. An outsiders fanfiction DarryCurtisXOC

Two

 I walked into my English classroom and took the only empty seat near the middle. The desks were arranged in groups of two, side by side. The boy sitting in the seat was none other than Tim Shepard, a leader of one of the greaser gangs. I've seen some of the members, they were future convicts, real delinquents.

I was indifferent though, so I sat next to him without a word. From the corner of my eye I studied him, blocking out the droning voice of Mrs. Jones. He had a rather square-shaped head, long oiled dark brown hair, combed to the side in an upright swoop. He had a deep scar on his face, leading from his bottom lip to his chin, sporting a rather bored expression.

He was staring out the window, obviously not listening to Mrs. Jones either. I've heard stories about him through Paul's friends. Tim Shepard was crude and was always itching for trouble, and I was warned to keep far, far away from him. I always like getting my own opinions on people though.

Unfortunately, he must've caught me glancing at him. "You got a problem, soc?" He spat at me in a whisper, a deep scowl making place on his face, paired with his dark eyes that looked like they'd seen things that'd turn my stomach inside out. All I could do was blink at being caught, an awkward grimace on my face. Meanwhile, he was still waiting for an answer. "Huh?" I asked, my voice sounding stupid to my own ears.

He let out a scoff and looked away, mumbling curses. Yeahhhh, maybe the rumors were right. I let out a tired sigh and grabbed my notebook and began doodling, because for the life of me I could not focus on Mrs. Jones' voice. It was shrill and she spoke with no emotion, so it sounded like a mosquito buzz in your ear constantly, and you couldn't discern where one sentence started and one ended.

The minutes ticked by slower than ever, you think at least five minutes passed but when you look up at the clock, only one minute went by. It was truly awful. The bell rang and kids flew out of that classroom faster than bats out of hell. I saw some familiar faces in the hallway. The only notable ones were Randy and Marcia though, chatting away outside of Biology.

I had Home Economics next, and it was the only class I actually liked. I walked past guys in leather and guys in corduroy, girls in graphic tees and girls in skirts to get to the Home Ec room, it was in the furthest hall. I walked in and sat at one of the cafeteria-esqe tables and benches.

Nobody I knew really had this class with me but I didn't care. I enjoyed it nevertheless. I wrote down the bellringer and answered it quickly, before moving to my cooking station. Today we were making cookies in groups, I just had to wait for mine to show up.

About 5 minutes later, the majority of the class was up and at their cooking stations, but nobody joined my group and I wasn't about to complain about it, more cookies for me. Mrs. Sanders saw I didn't have a group and she just smiled and said "I usually don't let young folk work alone, but you have remarkable grades in my class so I assume you can handle it. Can you?"

She was the only teacher that ever had faith in me. I nodded with a smile. She patted me on the back before going off to help other groups. She said you can make any cookie you want, and she included a bunch of recipe cards, but I was going to wing it and make my own, chocolate chip peanut butter cookies, a cross between much loved classics.

I preheated the oven to 350 and added 2 1⁄2 cups of flour and 1 1⁄3 cups of sugar. Then I needed ¼ cup of brown sugar and ½ cup of butter, melted. I added a single egg, a cup of peanut butter, a dash of salt, a little baking powder and a hearty handful of semisweet chocolate chips.