[✓]secret − p. curtis

twelve.

"Take your time. Don't worry, I'll wait for you. I'll wait as long as it takes for you to forgive me."
i made it up lmao

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a whole month. it was the day before Halloween for pete's sake! Georgia ignored Pony for a whole month.
she took that time to let her mental self rest, to get up in school, and to make the track team.
she was pretty fast, but not as fast as Pony.
he wrote her a letter or two, and she had at least looked at him.
but it was killing him.
for Halloween there was a big bash, with Socs and Greasers, down in the abandoned drive-in.
Georgia was gonna go with Johnny, as friends.
she wanted to be the sexiest zombie out there.
Halloween was the one holiday where skirt length didn't matter.
where you could be as scandalous as you wanted to.
it's like Halloween was for the boys attention.
and Georgia was determined to get Pony's, almost like payback.
so here it was, a Tuesday, and they were sitting right across from each other in class.
he couldn't keep his eyes off her.
she was far too beautiful.
Georgia noticed and rolled her eyes, happy as the bell rung.
she got her books and stuff them into her backpack before walking to her house.
she flipped onto the bed and took a nap, before Steve shook her awake.
"do your homework." he whispered and she nodded.
Georgia stretched out and unzipped her backpack and took out her homework.
she opened her math book and a note fell out.
it read Georgia in nice, cursive handwriting.
another letter from Pony.
she opened it:

Dear Georgia,

i hope you know you're the most beautiful thing that i've ever laid my eyes on.
i hope you know i never lie. ask Soda, he'll tell you.
Bob broke up with Cherry, so she's especially desperate right now.
she thinks that because i made a mistake that we're suddenly a thing, but i ended that real quick.

mistake-
/məˈstāk/
noun

an action or judgment that is misguided or wrong.

i looked it up in the dictionary. what i did was misguided. it was wrong.
but i want to fix it. i want to talk to you again.
it kills me not hearing your voice.
i don't care if you only want to be frenemies, i just want to talk to you.
maybe you'll consider it. gee, i sure hope you do. i wrote this note in chemistry. you know, while i was admiring you.
i can't stand that Mark guy. the way he looks at you with disgust and lust, i hate it.
i'd beat him up if i didn't have to worry about being put in a boy's home, i hope you know that. well the class ended and you still clearly hate me.
there was probably no point in writing this.
it appears you and Johnny are already a thing anyways. have fun at the Halloween bash. i'll see you there, pretty girl.

Ponyboy Curtis

she imagined him reading that whole thing, and with every word, her heart fluttered.
she didn't hate him.
not one bit.
if anything, she loved him even more.
but she just needed some time to think of a plan to get revenge. so tomorrow night,
she would.