It Started At The Record Store (Ponyboy X Reader)

Part 17

I felt my body begin shaking from her anxiety, "Well are you!" My heart dropped as Ponyboy shook his head slowly.

"Not a lot of greasers are, y/n."

"Do I know her?"I knew I shouldn't be upset but i can't help it.

"No, at least you shouldn't know her."

"Did you love her?" Ponyboy shook his head and for some reason I wished it was someone he loved.. not just some girl he a was fuckin around with. I take my hand off his knee and stare down at my food. I'm not angry that he isn't a virgin.. I am just.. a little disappointed.

"You aren't angry are you?"

I shake my head and keep my eyes on my food, "No, of course I'm not angry." I think I wish that we could share our first time but I guess that is too much of a fairytale. A fantasy I'm dreaming up in my head. The silence between us burned a hole through my heart.

"I think I should get goin." He stood up and placed his fork in the sink and began putting his shoes on. I watched him as his hand reached the door, but I didn't want him to leave. Not like this.

"Wait!" Without realizing it i shot up from my chair trying to reach out to him, "I love you."

Ponyboy smiled softly, "I love you too. "

His words felt made me blush brighter than I already was. He left slowly, shutting the door behind him. I felt bad for asking the question, but I guess it had to be asked.

"I'm so stupid.." what if I made our relationship awkward... or it isn't as strong as it was before. But it was a simple question, right?

...

I tapped my pencil on my desk as the last bell rang. My hair was thrown into a messy bun and I had a old purple dress shirt and ripped blue jeans on with grey flats. I stared at myself as i entered the bathroom to wash my face. I had tired eyes and my lips were chapped. I had another mental break down last night because of everything with Pony and my anxiety for my dad's life. I quickly leave the school and speed walk down the sidewalk.

"Hey, Y/n!" Cherry walked next to me with a smile across her face, "Uhhhh, you don't look so hot."

"I really, really have to get home." I walked ahead of her and she made no attempt of following me. Good. I walk able to go home in peace..

I look horrible... I know... People shouldn't point it out. My lips are chapped and my eyes are swollen, my clothes don't match, everything is wrong.

I walk up the stairs of my apartment and I open the door into my empty house. I strip off my clothes at I enter my room and I put on a cherry red crop top and high wasted shorts, and old sandels. I quickly notice Ponyboys blue sweatshirt on my bed, and I throw it on. It was warm, and it made me feel safe. I step outside my apartment taking a deep breath.

"Y/n."

I open my eyes an Ponyboy stood on my steps. His eyes were red and bloodshot, "What are you doing here? I told you I had to work." I tried to hide my heart broken voice. He just hugged me, kissing my neck multiple times. He pushed me up against the wall and gave me a strong passionate kiss, then he broke away.

"One more." I whisper, a small smile on my face. He kisses me again, his lips were smooth and tasted like chocolate. He slowly broke away once more.

"You said you love me." Ponyboy cupped my face, "You still love me right?"

"Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?"

"I feel like all I have been doing is hurting you." Pony rested hisnhead on my shoulder, "I love you so much, I dont want you to hurt any longer. "

He was cofusing me, I opened up my door and guided him inside to my room. He studied me as I patted next to me on my bed. He sat next to me and placed his hand on my knee.

"I don't want you hurting."

"I'm fine. Where is this coming from?

"Don't lie. I can feel your pain. Please, tell me when you are hurting... Its because of last nigt isn't it?" His big brown eyes held my gaze and I shake my head slightly.

"Yeah, but it doesn't mean I don't love you. It's just a virginity..." I bite my bottom lip and he kisses me again.

"Then, lets pretend its my first time..." Our lips moved faster, taking small breaths in between kisses. He sat on top over me and quickly took his shirt off and continued kissing me.

I'll be late for work....

I guess I won't be going to work..

His hands gently crawled up my shirt, giving me chills. I run my fingers through his hair, wrapping my legs around his waist as my shirt was slipped off my body. He left a small hickey on my shoulder as he kissed down and off my neck.

Soon our clothes were in a messy pile on the floor.

CLIFF HANGER