similarities // ponyboy curtis - the outsiders

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔

Quinn's POV:

I sat there in English, tapping my pencil on the desk simultaneously. Me being the most oblivious person, woke up from my daydream after realizing Ponyboy, who sat in the desk in front of me, left a note on my own desk.

Puzzled, I unfolded the small piece of paper, my eyes scanning the written words he left.

You look real' pretty today x

I felt the corner of my mouth curve into a subtle smile, starting to feel my cheeks warm up. I decided to put my work on pause and respond back to his charming words. On the small piece of paper, I wrote back:

You really know how to make a girl feel good about herself. You look handsome today by the way x

I reached over and quickly placed it on his desk, not wanting to get caught by the teacher who had been writing meticulously on the chalk board.

He opened it, took a second to read it, and started to write on it, leaving me anxious as to what he could possibly be writing. He passed it back to me before returning to his work, since it appears he actually cares about it unlike me.

I unfolded the piece of paper yet again, my cheeks scalding at that point, indicating that I looked like a bright, red tomato. I continued to put my work on hold to read the note, which was slightly more lengthy than the last one.

Thank you, and I'm beyond glad I can make you feel good about yourself; you deserve that! By the way, are you having any trouble with your work? If so, I'd be glad to help x

I raised my eyebrows, it was almost as if he peered through my mind and read my thoughts about having trouble with the work in front of me. Responding back to his chivalrous words, I wrote:

I am having some trouble with it actually, as always. But I'll figure it out later I guess x

I placed it onto his desk after writing the message out. Once again, he read it, wrote his small message, and placed the note on my desk.

I unfolded the note, reading it once more.

If you want, I can help you out. You can come over to my house and I could help you better understand the material. Like a tutor, ya know? Could I possibly have your number so we can plan on it? x

Hold on, did he just ask for my number?

I mean, I'm not complaining.

As I placed the pencil tip into the paper, ready to write down my phone number, the teacher, Mr. Evans, stopped me before doing so.

"Quinn, Ponyboy... What are you two doing?" He asked, folding his arms together.

"Nothing but our work, sir." I responded, hoping he would buy it.

"It doesn't look like it." Mr. Evans scoffed.

He walked cautiously over to my desk and grabbed the piece of paper of where we wrote to each other out of my hand, holding it in his own.

"Since when is this 'work'? Why don't you read it in front of the class, you two?" Mr. Evans asked, my eyes widening as I felt everyone's eyes on us; here come the rumors.