Greaser Girl

Frogs

It's been a couple of days since that night, Ponyboy and Johnny have seemingly dropped off the face of the earth and Dally is acting strange.

Today I slept through first period and Dally had driven me to school. Though he did insisted that he walked me to class, against my objections.

"Where are we going?" He wonders.

"Biology." I say as we walk down the science hall. "You didn't have to walk me to class, y'know?"

"What if a couple of socs teamed up on you? Steve and Two Bit aren't around."

The way my brother says Two's name bothers me, it's like he hates him all of a sudden. We haven't really talked about him. We see him when we see everyone else and I sneak out to see him at night (even though I'm sure he knows I go to see Two) but Dally and I haven't actually talked about it.

"Who's in this class with you?" Dally wonders.

"Two Bit and Stevie." I say as we walk.

"As long as someone is with you." He says and I roll my eyes.

"This is my class, Dallas." I say and he nods.

"Be good, Shot Glass." Dally says before continuing down the hall.

For starters, that whole conversation was fucking weird. Dally never walks me to class like that and that's what most of our conversations have been like lately. It's not like it used to be but at least we're talking.

I open the biology room door and instantly regret it.

"There she is! Welcome back to the land of the livin', Winston! We missed you!" Steve yells upon my entry.

My teacher looks at me and sighs. She had Dally for biology to, she thinks I'm just like him.

"And where were you, Miss Winston?" She wonders.

"I um, over slept ma'am." I say and Steve smirks.

"Shoot, did Two Bit keep you up all night?" He wonders, Two and I both glow red and look away.

"Mr Randle!" The teacher scolds as I'm able to slip behind the bench, beside Two and in front of Steve.

Two holds my hand under the bench with his fingers laced through mine. With his open hand he tries (and fails) to discreetly pull my stool closer to his. The wooden stool screamed under my weight. When the class looks back at us he waves, Steve laughs.

"Now before I was so rudely interrupted--" teacher glares at me. "We were talking about today's lab."

She hands out the frogs and the tools and tells us to get to work. I start to organize my books. I'm not good in classes for the most part, biology, history, and English are expectations to that rule.

"I'm not cutting it open." Two says when I grab my binder.

"I'll cut it, Two." I say looking at my books.

While I get organized, Two Bit starts to hum and I smile. When I'm finally organized, I look over and instantly start laughing. Two is humming and making the frog dance around. He looks over to me when I laugh and he grins. Two moves the frog closer to my face.

"Kiss it, Princess. It'll turn into a prince." He laughs and I giggle, falling off my stool.

When I fall Two looks worried, drops the frog and rushes to help me up. Our teacher glares at us. When I get up we move the stools out of the way and start to pin the frog down.

"I feel like weird murdering Kermit's son." Two says as I grab the scalpel to cut it open.

"It was dead before we got our hands on it." I assure him and he makes a face.

I stand and I start to cut the frog's stomach. The knife is duller than a high school assembly and it's barley cutting. Two grabs my waist and I jump, he laughs and I scowl. Two gets board easily and start to make paper airplanes out of what I hope isn't my notes. After a while he starts to bump my hip and I glare at him.

"Two Bit! I'm going to stab you!" I try to be serious but fail horribly. Two laughs.

"Not with this dull ass knife." He laughs as he holds up the knife I was using earlier.

"How about this one?" I pull my blade out of my pocket and he lights up.

"Wanna play that game?" Two proudly pulls out his black handled switch. He smiles his wide grin and I laugh.

I finish butchering this poor little frog and we start to take our notes. I point everything out to Two and he nods.

"Where's the heart again?" He asks and I point my pencil at the organ. "Think he'd mine if I borrowed it?" I look over to him.

"Why in the hell would you want a frog's heart?" I wonder and he smiles.

"Because you stole mine." Two says and I smile.

When the teacher looked away I leaned in to kiss his cheek. Steve groans behind us.

"We are in school!" He groans and we laugh.