Paparazzi (The outsiders ff)

Chapter 7 PONY POV

I stared after the angry looking girl as she stomps out of the classroom. A quiet mumble started to form in the class after they were sure she was gone, asking all sorts of questions. I glanced at her things. They were sprawled across the floor. I knew no one was going to go near her stuff, so I waited for the bell to ring before I went over. After I made sure everyone was gone, I went to the black binder and opened it. I found a black checkered notebook and peered inside,

English.

I set it to the side and grabbed another one. I felt nervous about looking through her stuff, but I needed to know why she was acting so strange, so scary. I remembered her telling me something about loving me. Then I remembered how mean I acted, telling her she was crazy. I felt bad now that I think about it, but she scared me. I looked at another notebook of hers, opening it. My jaw dropped,

Ponyboy Micheal Curtis

Ponyboy Micheal Curtis

Ponyboy Micheal Curtis

Ponyboy Micheal Curtis

Ponyboy Micheal Curtis

Ponyboy Micheal Curtis

Ponyboy Micheal Curtis

PONYBOY MICHEAL CURTIS

It was everywhere, on every page, in every space, in every line, in every shape, in every form, in every style, in every way. There were hearts, and flowers, and stars, and everything. I was amazed,

and afraid.

"What're you doing?" I jumped and whipped around,

"Oh, you scared me Johnny."

My best friend kneels down next to me, taking the notebook from my hands. He looks through it, then drops it,

"W-who's is this?" He asked shakily, looking at me,

"It's from Anita's binder, I found it."

"But... what if it's someone else's?" I look back at the book,

"I doubt it, Johnnycakes. I really do."

"But it could be?" I was silent,

"Johnny," I say seriously,

"I thinks Soda's right about her."

"No Pony, listen. She's not all bad, she really really likes you."

"Why're you defending her anyway?" I ask, sitting up straight,

"Didn't you agree with Soda?"

"Well, yeah, but like you said before I didn't get to know her."

I sighed, putting her stuff back in her binder,

"You don't get to know someone in a few minutes Johnny." Johnny frowned,

"I got to know you in five seconds, Pony." He stood up shakily,

"Ana isn't that bad. She's just a girl." He walked to the door then paused,

"In love." Then he left.