I walked in the Pre-Algebra room, sitting where I was assigned. I greet a few friends and wait for the Auburn haired boy come in. He was coming in class at the last minute lately, that was what Karla had told me. Is it because of me he does this? Why would he almost be late to every class because of me?
I suddenly feel depressed, maybe he really doesn't like me. Maybe I'm not pretty enough, maybe I'm too tan. Maybe I'm getting my hopes up too high. What's wrong with me? Why aren't I good enough for him? I ask myself these questions as he walked in just before the bell rang. He sat down in his seat, then focused his gaze on something.
Then I got angry, he was drooling over Valance.
I should of known, I should of known he would be attracted to her. Why hadn't I noticed this before? I HAD been staring at him the entire time I was in here. Why couldn't I be as pretty as Sherri was? Why did I get the crappy life? I pushed my books off my desk angrily -scaring the class half to death- and stood up. I stomped out of the classroom, as mad as a bull, and slammed the door shut. The walls rumbled at the harshness of my slam.
I flew out the hallway doors to the outside area, tears stinging my eyes. I plopped down on the floor behind a wall and wiped my eyes angrily. What the hell was I crying for? Because I was ugly? I threw a rock at the wall, burying my face in my hands.
Why couldn't I be like Sherri?
I continued to sob, which got me angry at myself and provoked more tears.
"Are you okay?"
I shot up, wiping my blurry eyes and looked at the boy. He was that Johnny-kid I saw earlier.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I sniff. He looked concerned,
"are you sure?" I nod,
"I'm okay." He nodded too.
Then there was silence.
"What're you crying for?" I scoff,
"I wasn't crying." I mutter,
"I had something in my eye, what do you mean CRYING? I don't cry." He looked at me like I was some type of idiot,
"In both eyes?" I just sighed,
"Okay, you caught me. I don't feel like talking myself out of this." He lightly cocked his head,
"So what's wrong?"
"Two words." I say flatly,
"Cherry. Pony." I left before he could ask more questions.
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Paparazzi (The outsiders ff)
FanfictionAnita Laura Sove is a hood who just doesn't give a damn. But an incident with Ponyboy changed her completely. Will her love for him make her a better person, or will it turn into an obsession that will bring her over the edge?
