Paparazzi (The outsiders ff)

chapter 2

I was on my bed-mattress- and stared at the chipped ceiling. I was hurt and angry at his reaction, and I just couldn't understand what was wrong with me.

"Maybe there's someone else." I muttered under my breath,

"That Sherri Valance chick, or maybe Ashley Cobyn."

My fists clentched, it probably was Ashley, I never liked her. She was a prissy soc who was good for nothing but to annoy, but everyone knew she was after Ponyboy.

I sat up, glaring at the wall. She can't have him, I won't let her take him. That won't fly with me,

I stood and walked to the cracked window, looking out at my Dogs. She wouldn't be hard to get rid of, I could get Jason, or Cole, or maybe even Alana to take care of her for me.

No.

It wouldn't be as sweet if someone else did it for me, I would have to take her out myself.

An evil smirk crept on my face,

Oh yes, Ashley was going down.

I shut the taped up curtains, my hand going for my back pocket. I lightly fingered my switchblade, feeling the leather handle under my rough fingers. I shook my head, her blood on my clothes wouldn't look too pretty. Then, I had an idea.

I'll set her hair on fire.

She hated fire, and loved her hair. So why not? I snuck over to Jacob's side, taking his jeans in my hand and dug my hand through his pockets. I grinned when my finger hit something smooth and cold, taking out the old, rusty lighter.

I examined his lighter in my hand, it was perfect for this occasion. I shoved it in my pocket and walked out of the small empty room, creeping passed my gang and out the door. I strolled out of my territory and into the Grease, pausing by a familiar house.

My boy's house.

I slowly made my way over to his bedroom window and slid my head towards it. It was just as I expected, only better. He was in his bed, curled up into a ball, and fast asleep. There was a scared look on his sleeping face, and I estimated that he'd stay in his room for a long, long time. I licked my lips and walked away, I would get him later. I need to get rid of the menace that was Ashley Cobyn.

It didn't take long to find her. She was at the mall, as I suspected. I went over to her, lighter in hand. I stood behind her, looking at other things while I got the lighter ready. I glanced at the exit.

Ready,

I struck the flame, postioning it.

Aim,

I had it right over her hair.

Fire!

I thrust my hand in her hair and ran. The exit was getting closer as I heard her scream, and I flew through it. Undetected. I poked my head through and saw her running around in circles like a headless chicken, the bright flames reminding me the redness of Pony's hair.

It was a beautiful scene, it almost brought me to tears.

Almost.

I walked away from the building triumphantly, hands cupped behind my head. Ashley was down, I'll keep an eye on Valance.

Sherri was real pretty, even I'm admitting it. She was really nice, and sweet. I couldn't help but hate her. But then, I really like her at the same time. The jealousy's the real reason I hate her, she was everything I wanted to be. And everything I wasn't. I wouldn't hurt her unless I get solid evidence she's the reason Pony reacted the way he did.

She was lucky.

I walked home in a happy silence.