Stay with me Ponyboy

Chapter 1

"Are you kidding me Ponyboy? You think I have a good life?" I asked him, my voice was filled with disbelief.

"Do you get made fun of every single day? Does some popular asshole say to you that your pretty even though you know your not and he's just trying to make you fall for him so he can stomp all over your heart?" I continued saying with my eyes narrowed and gritted teeth at the person in front of me. I may be rambling and it may make no sence to him, but it's perfectly clear to me. No one can understand.

"Does your own father fucking abuse you, beat your mother in front of you, and tell you that you are a worthless piece of shit? I don't think so Ponyboy. Have you ever watch your father beg for mercy as the police drag him away from you? Huh Ponyboy?" I asked, continuously rubbing my eyes trying to stop the tears from leaking out. I continued.

"Does that happen to you too? My life is not good and I really don't need you stepping in and making fun of me even more." Tears were starting to stream down my face now and people in the class room were turning to look at me. But I didn't care, I've had enough of it already. People need to know. People nee t be 'aware that not everything is all fine and dandy.

I stopped my rant to Ponyboy because the bell had just rung. I ran out of there and into the hall with my stuff as fast as my legs would take me.

When I finally got to an abandoned classroom, I slid down the wall and hugged my knees to my chest, not even bothering to wipe the years away from my eyes. I knew it wouldn't work. I felt someone sit down next to me. I slowly looked up and saw it was Ponyboy. The thing is, I really liked Him. But so did a lot of other girls. He hated me though. That has been clear for quite some time.

"I'm so sorry Jessica I didn't know." He said with pity in his voice. Believe it or not, that's the thing I hated most. Pity.

"Of course you didn't know no one does. I don't know why I told you. Now your just going to make fun of me for that too. Or you'll tell Alex and he will tell people. Or you might just tell everybody yourself. But it's ok I don't even care anymore I'm used to it." I said to him extremely quickly. Letting it all out was actually starting to calm down. When I finished talking, he pulled me in for a hug, and I hugged him back, letting the tears drip slowly onto his shirt, staining it black from my mascara and eyeliner.

Right now you are probably confused. Alex is the mean and popular asshole who I mentioned earlier. He would make fun of me for anything and everything in such an indirect way.

By now we were late for English and that was my favorite class. It was Ponyboys too. I only know that because once apon a time, we used to be friends. We were together practically twenty four- seven. But then as we got older, he grew more distant. No one knew about our friendship, not our other friends, not our family.

"I'm really sorry about you shirt. Do you want to go to the locker rooms so you can change it?" I asked him in a small voice.

"Yeah sure. You stay here and I'll be right back. We're already late for English so there is no point in going there now, right?" He asked while getting off the floor.

I just gave him a small smile and motioned for him to go away. I watched as he walked away and slowly descended the stairs to the gym locker rooms.

When he came back to the room I was in, he said, "Let's get you all cleaned up and take this makeup off huh?" I started to panick. I didn't want him to see all that I was hiding.

"Um Ponyboy. That's not such a good idea." I said as I started shaking. I really hated makeup because I think it's better to look natural, but I had really specific reasons to wear it.

"Why not I'm not going to laugh of you say you think you look ugly. I'm not like Alex you know." He said with a chuckle.

"I know it's just that-" I was cut off my him walking over to the teachers desk and pulling out a mirrior.