Roommates ; Dally Winston

Chapter 2

Arabella

I lifted my head up and felt it throb, I let out a groan.

My neck and head hurt.

I looked around my surroundings, the bathroom, again.

I stood up and changed into my somewhat decent clothes and brushed through my hair.

I brushed my teeth and put on my socks and shoes quickly.

I walked to the kitchen and made some eggs and bacon for my mom.

I couldn't have any of it, of course. Only the leftovers, when my mother was unaware.

I heard her door open and I widened my eyes.

I quickly but silently opened the cupboard and grabbed a plate, putting the eggs and bacon on the table.

I grabbed my backpack and opened the door out before I could hear her speak.

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I am a junior in high school which means I'm almost done with this school.

Surprisingly, I'm sad about it.

No matter how much times I complained about the teachers and the students,

This was my only escape from my mom.

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I walked into my classroom and I heard a few remarks from the Socs in the class but I didn't say a word.

Greasers are meant to be tough, loud, tuff, etc.

Mostly all have fought in rumbles.

I'm not like that.

I don't think that saying something back to Socs or fighting with them is going to change anything.

We will still be poor greasers and they are always going to win.

No matter how stronger we are or how kinder we are.

It's just common sense so I choose to stay out of it.

Before I knew it, The bell had rung and I picked up my books and quickly put them in my old backpack that was close to ripping and was going to waste in no time.

Oh boy.

I focused on the rip while walking towards my locker, I huffed and held the two pieces that were holding it together with my fist.

Before I knew it, I landed straight into someone's hard chest.

"Oh c'mon." I slipped out.

I looked up and widened my eyes, my cheeks hot from embarrassment.

"Oh, I'm sorry." He said, picking up his stuff whilst I picked up my stuff too.

"It's alright." I said and smiled lightly.

He noticed my gesture and smiled back. "I'm Ponyboy." He introduced.

"That's a nice name, it's the only unique name out there that I've heard of, but I like it." I replied snd grinned.

"Well, you should meet my brother, Sodapop." He said and chuckled.

"Those are original names." I said and lightly chuckled.

"Yeah, my dad, he was an original person." He replied and I smiled.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"My name is Arabella." I answered.

"Talk about original names." He said and lightly laughed.

"Well, my dad picked it out." I said and my voice broke a little and he turned his concerned expression to me.

"What happened?" He asked.

"He died when I was three years old." I said.

"Oh, i'm sorry for asking, my parents died too." He said.

I looked at him and frowned.

"You seem cool, my buddies would really like you, you should come over to my house, say today?." He rambled.

"Oh, Ponyboy, I can't." I said in a whisper.

"Oh, it's alright, I understand." He said and his smile faded, he looked down.

I opened my mouth to speak. "No, of course, we barely met and i'm already inviting you over, what am I a serial killer-"

"Ponyboy, Ponyboy!." I said louder on the second one since he was still rambling nonsense.

He finally looked back up at me.

"No, it's not because I don't want to, I'm going to be cleaning and cooking so I wouldn't have time." I said in a rush.

"Oh alright, I understand." He said and his smile returned which gave me a relief.

"I have to go or else i'm going to be late." He said and widened his eyes.

I chuckled. "You wouldn't want to be late." I said smiling.

"It was nice meeting you, Arabella, it's nice to finally have a friend." He said and smiled, walking off.

I furrowed my eyebrows. Why dosen't a nice boy like him have friends.

He was right though, it is nice to finally have a friend.