RaNdOM iMAgINEs

Sodapop Imagine

This is from my the outsiders imagine and preference book

Sodapop's p.o.v
"Darry just let me drop out. I'm only passing Gym and Automechanics. I'm stupid. I'd be a lot more helpful to you and Pony if I took up a job and helped with the bills." I genuinely thought I'd help better if I worked at a DX. It's not even that I didn't like school.
"Try for a little bit longer, if you don't do better, and you better try, then you can drop out. Only if you try hard, kid brother."

The next day at school I went to find the smartest person I knew, besides Ponyboy. Y/n Y/L/N.

Y/N pov.
I was in science class asking for extra credit because I was starting to fall behind :/

I walked out with no extra credit. But I ran into the sweetest greaser I know, Sodapop Curtis.

"Oh hey, y/n, I have a really really really really REALLY big favor to ask you" he looked at me with a sloppy grin.
"What?" I said trying to replicate that huge goofy grin.
"You know how I'm dumb? Well, I need a tutor"
"You're not dumb, trust me. I'm really not that smart but I'll teach ya what I know."

"So I'll see you later today?" Soda and I had decided on meeting later tonight.

"Yeah, see you."

I showed up at Soda's familiar house. I haven't been here since before Mr. And Mrs. Curtis dies. Rest in peace.

We had been working for about an hour before Soda flung his pencil across the kitchen.

"I can't do this, Y/n. I just don't understand it."

"It's because all you do is self criticize yourself (mr. Marshall notes?) It's not like you give a damn if anyone cares about what you say, or the way you feel. You just think people ignore you all together because they have "more important things in their lives" but Soda? I'm sick of this, I love you."

"Y/n? I'm sorry, I just don't see you that way... I really wish I did.. you're cute and all its just... I like Sandy.."

"Oh." I said getting up.
I left and didn't look back..