greaser // johnnyboy ✎

deux

Ponyboy's POV

also Johnny with glasses makes my wig float.

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Fuck snap outta it Ponyboy, why am I eyeing up a boy? That's gay, and I'm not gay.

I wouldn't consider myself to be homophobic, but I just hate fags. I beat them up, its pretty fun.

Anyways I'm not gay, I should be confident enough in my sexuality to admit that I think a guy is pretty.

I've fucked so many girls, why would that thought even cross my mind? Whatever, I just brushed it off unknowingly still staring down that one boy.

He catches my stare and looks utterly confused, then this look of pure utter horror, he quickly looks down pushing his glasses up and speed walks into the crowd.

What was that look for?

"Ponybitch who you staring' at?" Randy teases elbowing my ribs.

I snap outta my thoughts and pay attention to what Randy's saying.

"No one ya lil shit, someone just looked kinda familiar" I reply tensing up a bit.

"Oh you mean Johnny over there, don't you remember we beat the shit outta him" Bob laughs.

A wave of sudden anger passes through me.

But what made me even more mad was the fact that I might've taken part in doing so too.

"I did?" I gulped.

"Shit, I dunno if you remember, you were black out drunk, you could barely speak any sentences but you sure did a number on that guy, we actually got scared you killed the kid ain't that right Bob?" Randy snickers looking over to Bob.

"Yeah man, and a whole shit load of greasers came running to him, we just drove past them in Randy's car" Bob grins, almost as if manslaughter is a joke.

Wait...

Greaser....

Greaser....

Johnny....

That word, his face, his name! It rings a bell I just can't figure it out.

The bell rings and I wave bye to my buddies, wink at a couple of chicks so they can do the whole "He looked at me!!" squeal to one another, grab my school supplies, and quickly check my schedule on my phone.

1st period, Darling, Kasey | English.

Cool, my first period was English. I know it seems like a pussy thing to say but, I've always had a passion for writing, well, anything having to do with the arts. I've always had a deep appreciation for literature.

I looked around the class as some kids are in a battle of pushing the person sitting next to them off the chair in hopes of me taking the seat. 

How sweet, I would take it if I wasn't that desperate. That's when I looked up and saw him again..

Johnny, sitting at the back of the classroom, reading a book of some sorts, I don't know why, but something in me told me to go sit next to him. I began to walk to the seat next to him, drop my stuff and get adjusted.

He didn't notice, in fact he seemed too invested in his book, I don't think he knew the bell rung. 

In that time I could get a good look at his face. His glasses fell perfectly on the ridge of his nose, the way a piece of his jet black hair sat on his forehead, and gorgeous toned skin. 

He just looked so, familiar...

I didn't know him just because I beat him up, I know him from somewhere else I just don't know where.

I have to talk to him, I just have to..

Before I could even say a word the bell rang, I groaned kicking back my chair and planting my feet on the desk.

"Morning  class! I'm your new teacher, Ms. Darling" The teacher grinned writing her name in big letters on the white board.

Jesus she must done a line of coke before coming to school being pretty damn jumpy and preppy this early, especially in front of a shit ton of judgmental teens.

"Today is our first day! So we are going to introduce ourselves to one another! Here take a piece of paper with a number on it, find whoever matches the number you have and strike up a conversation!" She giggles.

Damn she's annoying, thought this was an english class not a preschool.

Well I can't have any say in it, I wanna leave a good taste in her mouth this first semester so whenever I do some messed up shit, my punishment will be nothing more then a 10 second talk.

She passed me my card.

4

"Okay that's everyone! Begin!" She smiles clapping her hands.

Yesh..

"Anyone got 4?" I ask holding my card up.

"I do!" I hear a voice squeak, barley loud enough to here.

I see the tiny body passing through the swarm of people.

It's Johnny..

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holy shit but can we talk about ralph macchio being like what 22 when he was Johnny in the outsiders