Opposites Attract *Dally Winston Love Story*

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  I love school. But not for reasons you might think. I don't find it entertaining, well, I do, but that's beside the point. I think that Math, and Science, and History, they're all fun.

Plus, there is this sweet kid in one of my classes. His name is Johnny. Now, I don't like him, never have, never will. But from what I've seen, he's a sweetheart, with some serious issues.

But don't let me tell you about him. I got my own issues. Like, my parents beatin' me all the damn time. That ain't tuff. Usually, I ain't home, but sometimes I am and they get the belt out. They just hit me, again, and again, and again. So, I usually sleep in the lot. Or the school parking lot. I ain't ever getting hurt there.

I don't got man friends. I had one, Sodapop Curtis, I still talk to him sometimes at the gas station with his buddy Steve, but most of the time I'm on my own. I probably won't ever get any friends. My life probably couldn't get any worse.

That's what I thought then.

     "Get yer fat ass down here, you big slut!" My dad calls down the hallway. I roll my eyes before sighing and getting an outfit on. I shrug on my messenger bag and walk out of the hallway. "FInally, you fucking bitch. I'm going to kill you one day, I swear to-" I cut him off as I roll my eyes and walk out, slamming the screen door behind me.

I hop on the bus and sit down in the back, next to the sweet kid, Johnny. 

"Your name is Aly, right?" Johnny asks, startling me. His voice is soft and cautious. I nod. "Yeah. And your Johnny?" I look at him for confirmation and when I get it I smile. "How'd you know my name?" I ask and he shrugs. "Soda and Steve told me about you. Said they knew you. Said you were tuff. I know what they meant." I blush slightly. "Thanks Johnny. That's real sweet of you. You seem tuff too. You know, they're really fond of you." He shrugs, looking down at his hands. "Yeah. I'm sort of like the kid brother of the gang." I nod and smile again. "Johnny, you don't seem too young to me. You seem real tuff. I like you." I say and he smiles about a mile wide. "Thanks, Aly. You're tuff too." 

      We get there soon enough and I get off through the back, Johnny following behind me. "So, what class do you have?" I question him and he shrugs. "Same as you. Science. Damn teacher is always callin' on me." I nod and laugh a little. "Yeah, I've always hated him. Reminded me too much of some weird creep with no hair."  Johnny chuckled. "Never thought of it like that, but that's what he is, ain't he?" I giggle and nod. "Yeah." He smiles and we walk to our first class.

The lunch bell rings and I am the first one out of my class. I walk out and run straight into someone. "Sorry! I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going. Sorry." I say and look at the person that I had crashed into. It was Soda's little brother, Ponyboy Curtis. "Oh, hey! Sorry, you probably don't know me. I'm Pony, Soda's brother. Steve talks about you." I smile and give him a wink. "I s'pose I'm just that tuff, that he can never shut his mouth. Then again, he don't shut his mouth anyhow." Pony laughs a little and nods. "Yeah, but he's not as bad as Two-Bit. Anyway, it was nice to meet you. I need to head to class. I'll see you around, I guess." He says and I smile again. "Yeah. See you soon, Ponyboy." I say and he grins before entering the classroom I had just come out of.

   The day is finally over, and since I ain't goin' home, I've just decided to head around just walking for a while. Clear my head, I guess.

I sigh just roaming the streets. It's late now, probably 'round nine or ten. Not that my parents care when I get home.

Whatever, man.

On my way to the lot, a blue mustang scratches the pavement as it stops in front of me. Shit. "Where are you going, pretty girl?" I gulp and try to walk faster. I hate Socs. I always have. They scare me to no end. "I asked you a question. Where do you think you're going? I wanna have a little fun... What do you think about that, pretty lady?" I took deep breathes as someone got out of the car. He was handsome, I'll give you that, with his madra shirt and nice jeans, his soft hair and pretty eyes. But he had all these rings on his finger, and that scared me. What he could do eith those rings. I gulp again and he laughs. "You don't talk much, do you?" He questions and I stand there, my eyes beginning to water as he pulls out a switchblade.