Our Luck May Change (The Outsiders FF)

Chapter 2

Sarah's POV

After I left Kelsey in the hallway I headed for the library where detention was held. I walked into the room. There was a set of tables and chairs in the front and never-ending rows of shelves and books. The teacher who watched us over was at the checkout desk in the front. It was only and that teacher in the room. He was a hippie creep. He had long brown hair, mustache. Wearing blue jeans, and a plain button-up.

I sighed and took a seat at a table. I started working on some of my homework to pass the time. But before I could, a giggling greaser caught my attention. He tilted his head back as he gulped down a drink in a paper bag. That's your typical Tulsa grease alright. He finished it and his eyes widened as he viewed me. My face got hot as I figured out who it was. Two-Bit Mathews. His jaw dropped. I bit my lip and blushed hard.

"Hey pretty girl, come here often?" He flirted. I giggled and tried to focus on my work. Not letting his eyes drift away from me, he pulled a seat next to me.

"What are ya in here for?" He asked. "Accidently used my blade to cut something in Biology." I responded, "How 'bout you?"

"I guess I "smarted" off to a teacher." He emphasized smarted.

"Wait, you're in my grade, right? I think I have a class with you?" He said.

"Yeah, English I think." I blushed trying not to make it obvious I already knew. I shrugged my shoulders and went back to doing my homework. Two kept his stormy gray eyes at me while I attempted to do my work.

"What?" I giggled.

"You're actually doing your homework?" Two-Bit asked massaging his temple.

"Why, you don't do your homework?" I asked him.

"No, why?" He answered.

"Then why do you go to school?" I asked. He thought for a second, "I guess I go nothin' better to do. For kicks I guess." He lit a cigarette then returned the question, "Why do you go to school"

"I don't know I guess. Same reason." I replied. "See, then why do you do your homework?" He questioned.

"I kinda wanna do decent in school and pass my finals next week." I pointed out.

"Oh yeah, that's right. Summer's here." He said.

"Mmhmm." I mumbled filling in answer on my study guide. He took a hit from his light and let the smoke sit in his lungs for a second. Then exhailed, "You got any plans for summer?" "Not really, you? I returned.

"Nothin'." He took another hit.

"Why do you smoke?" I questioned.

"Why do I smoke?" He repeated.

"Yes." "I don't know, my parents did and so did the older guys I hung around with when I was younger. Then my close friends picked it up from me. So here I am." He answered.

"You want a smoke?" He offered.

"No thank you." I declined.

"Woah now, you don't smoke." Two-Bit asked puzzled. I mean you'd expect a lower class girl like myself from the East Side to smoke. So I get where he's coming from here.

"You're telling me you live on the East Side and you never had a smoke?" He added taking a drag.

"Yeah, so?" I defended myself. He paused for a second, and his look of confusion turned into something else.

"Well," He started, "I've never met a greaser girl like you before." The air grew thin, you could hear a pin drop in the library. Nothing but the clock on the wall ticked as Two-Bit and I gazed at each other trying to figure each one out.

"Is that a good thing?" I asked.

"Yeah, it is." He finally answered. His gaze lowered to the floor, not making eye contact with me. He continued flicking an ash, "Most greaser girls would be blowing me by now." I smirked. That made me feel better about myself, that I'm not like one of those girls. "You know how those girls get," He went on, "Wearing skimpy clothes, cake-face, complicated as all hell. And you're not. You're not like that. Not at all. You're nicer and prettier."

"Thank you." I let out softly. Slowly our eyes met again. I felt a connection to him. His strong features and goofy personality, mixed up with his sympathetic words made him so charming. He just looked so handsome, like a man. I truly believe he meant what he said. I got lost in my thoughts and blushed looking away.

"I got you blushing!" He teased. We both laughed.

"No but I really mean that." He sympathized. "You're a really pretty girl." "Sure." I muttered trying not to believe what I was hearing.

"You don't think you're pretty?" He acted surprised leaning his chair closer to me. My eyes watered and I looked away. I seriously didn't believe it when people told me I was pretty. And I just couldn't believe it myself that he was saying the same thing.

"I didn't think so before. Now I do." I said half crying. He smiled at me, "I don't like it when pretty girls with great personalities don't think they're attractive." I grinned at him and he leaned in closer to me. My hands sweating and lips trembling. My heart was going a million miles an hour. Our lips almost touched when in the background our supervisor snored loudly ruining the moment as our heads whipped towards the sound. That teacher was leaning back against the chair with his legs on the desk. Two-Bit checked the clock and then said, "I think we can go home. He won't notice."

I gathered my stuff and slung my bag around my shoulder. I walked with Two-Bit out the school. I walked in front of him and I could feel his eyes on me.

"Hey!" He hollered.

"Yeah?" I responded.

"I'll see you around sometime." He smiled then walked down the sidewalk lighting another cigarette. Shit. He's never going to talk to me again. I have to tell Kelsey!

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