The Outsiders Imagines

Ponyboy

You walked into your classroom and took your seat. You hated this class because none of your friends are in here. But then again, your friends with lots of people. Not because you're a Soc, but because you're in the middle class.

Of course these people are just school friends. The kind who are always nice to you. The kind who offer you a seat when you have know where else to sit. Not the ones who are nice one minute and spit on you the next.

You walked over to a desk and took your seat beside some Soc girls. You were allowed to sit anywhere you want and those girls are always nice to you so you sat with them. They didn't mind, they enjoyed talking to you. But sometimes you didn't enjoy what they talked about.

The bell rang and your teacher got up from her desk and walked over to the chalk board. She wrote something down in big letters and underlined it. You read the board and rolled your eyes.

"Alright class," Your teacher started, "Your assignment is to pick one of these topics and research it. You have to write down your hypothesis, why you think it's true, then you have have to show me why. So your going to have to buy your own materials for this. It's due in two weeks. Oh, and you have to have partners. You're not choosing either, I am."

Great. Partner projects never end well. Especially if a greaser and a Soc are together. Since you're middle class it doesn't really matter much, but still, you never know what will happen. There are a few greasers in this class. Not many since they aren't as smart.

The teacher was calling out names of all the people who will be partners. The girls who you were sitting by all got good partners. They were either partners with each other, a guy, who of course is a Soc, or a middle class kid. Finally they got to your name.

"(Y/F/L/N) and Ponyboy Curtis."

"Aw, I'm sorry you have to be with him," The Soc beside you whispered. You ignored her. You thought Ponyboy was nice, at least that's what you've heard. You didn't know him well, but you've seen him around. He was smart and was and was one of the best on the track team.

You grabbed your stuff off your desk and moved to the empty seat beside Ponyboy. "So what doe you want to do?" You asked. You wanted to start on the project and get it done as soon as possible.

"Um, maybe we could..." You two worked on the project until the bell rang. You didn't talk about anything else.

"Do you wanna come over to my house later today and work on it?" Pony asked you. You really didn't want to turn him down. You could just lie but something inside you wanted to go.

"Yeah, sure. I'll meet you at your locker after school."

Once 8th period was over you ran to your locker. You put up your books and grabbed the stuff you needed for the project. You walked around looking for Pony. You had no idea where his locker was but it shouldn't be to hard to find.

You finally found it. He was leaning up against it when you found him. You smiled, you thought it was kinda cute.

"Hey, Ponyboy," You say.

"Hey," He says, "You ready to go?"

"Yep." You both walked out of the school and towards Ponyboy's house.

This became an everyday thing, even after the project was finished. Of course no one knew that. Your parents thought that you would go over to his house work on the project, and so did Pony's brothers. They didn't know you had gotten finished a week before it was due.

During your project-free-week, you two talked about anything and everything. But when the weekend came, a question came too.

"Pony, once the project is due, we're still going to be able to hang out, right? I mean, it's not that I'm worried about out parents or your brothers or anything. It's the people at school I'm worried about. I know I'm middle class, but I do hang around some Socs, like those girls in class. What if they make fun of us."

He shrugged, "I don't care. I just want to continue being friends. If you don't want to, that's fine." Pony looked sad. You didn't mean you wanted to stop being friends. You just didn't want to get picked on. But why should that matter? You're middle class. You don't get picked on. You have it easy. But what about Ponyboy? You weren't worried about yourself getting picked on, you were worried about him.

"That's not what I meant. Of course I want to still be friends. I just don't want you to get picked on."

"Like I said, I don't care. I get picked on anyway so it won't matter. Besides, if it's just those girls, I think I can handle it." Pony smiled and you rolled your eyes.

That Monday you walked into class. The seat beside Ponyboy was empty and the seat beside the girls was empty. Ponyboy looked at you and smiled. You smiled back.

"(Y/N), come sit with us." You looked at Ponyboy and then walked over to the girls. Pony's smile faded as he watched you walk by.

"I feel bad for you. I bet it was awful working with him. I'm glad you're back over here instead of over there with that stupid greaser. Aren't you glad to finally be away from him?" The Soc girl talked loud enough for Pony to here. You looked at him and he was shrunk down in his seat. You could here snickers coming from other students.

For once, you were glad the teacher wasn't in here. You stood up and said, "Actually, I was glad to be away from you all. And no, I had a great time working with him. He's a better person than you will ever be." You grabbed your stuff and took the seat be Ponyboy. He just looked at you wide eyed.

"You didn't have to do that."

"I know, but I wanted to. I meant what I said."

He smiled. "Thanks (Y/N), you're the best friend I've ever had."

"You're the best friend I've ever had too."