Changes (An Outsiders/Johnny Cade Fan Fiction)

Chapter Three

~Skylar's Point Of View~

The hallways flooded with kids rushing through. I went to my locker, unlocking the lock. My backpack had stayed in the same position that it was left at. I don't even know why I expected it to have magically moved. Guess this school is boring. I slammed my locker closed, begining to lock my lock, when all of a sudden I hear the locker next to me bang.

"Hey new girl." I heard a voice say. Oh god. I hope to hell that ain't a Soc. I slowly turned around but was quickly relieved when I saw Aria leaned against the locker, arms crossed. 

"Dammit, you got me scared to death that a Soc was hitting on me!" I scowled at her. She stepped back and looked at me in disbelief.

"Are YOU saying that I sound like a MAN?" she said in disbelif, as she placed her hand on her heart and furrowed her eyebrows. She looked so offended it made me laugh.

"Im kidding. Lets go." Aria said as she nodded towards the doors. I swung my backpack over my shoulder as we began walking. She was talking to me about this show she was watching when I randomly bumped into this red head. She was quite pretty and had emerald green eyes. She seemed like a nice person but when her and her friend turned around, they didn't look too happy. 

"Watch it Grease." she yelled in a disgusted tone. Who knew someone that pretty could be such a bitch. 

"Yeah, well sorry." I murmured quietly. Of course I didn't mean it.

"Yeah you better be" She scoffed. 

"Idiots" The redheads friend murmured under her breath as they continued walking down the hall.

"Ignore her. Thats Cherry Valance. Her friend? That's Marcia. There both Socs, if you didn't get the clue." She said as we both turned around and walked away. We stepped out of the school and were greated by the bright sun, shining warmly upon us. There were kids walking in all different dirrections. Some towards there Mustangs, others to there bikes. 

"Well, imma catch you later. Remember, Dingo at 7 pm. Don't be late, ok?" She asked

"Ok" I laughed as I waved goodbye.

The walk home was boring. Sure I had to crossed a few busy streets and almost got run over but it wasn't a big deal. I was one of those kids that doesn't use there head and just does something. And while other times I just overthink the smallest things and turn them into a huge proble. Its wild. 

 I kicked opened the front gate of the house and hopped up the wooden steps. As soon as I opened our door, I threw off my shoes. Two-Bit wasn't home, as always, so I decided to leave him a little note. Two-Bit is what my brother likes going by; its his nickname. I closed the door and went over to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of coke. We didn't have any bottle openers so the end of a fork came in handy. I yanked one of the drawers open as I reached in to find the sticky notes. We kept pens, sticky notes, and other supplies in our drawers. Grabbing a blue pen with little Mickey's on it, I began writing.

Dear Kieth,

Hey. Came home from school safe, got no homework. Aria 's here. Remember the one from California? Yeah. Turns out I have a ton of classes with her. Me and her caught up on so many things but we still have things that we didn't even discuss so me and her are going down to the Dingo at 7pm. I'll be back before 12:00. Don't worry, I'll grab my switch. See ya.

                                                                      -Skylar

I stuck the sticky note on the fridge, making it visible so he could see it. I walked to the couch, plopping down on the cushions. There wasn't much to do at my house. Or anywhere for that matter. I didn't know anyone else around here and, plus, Soc's were too much of a bother at this time of day. The only thing I could think of was to just stare up at the white ceiling and think of a plan for the rest of the day. After not realizing how much time had passed, I felt the room getting hotter and hotter by the second. Two-bit's place always made you feel hot after spending not even 20 minutes in it. I got up and rushed up the stairs, my coke splashing against the inner parts of the glass bottle. There was so much time to kill. I grabbed my red robe as I looked at the clock. 5:00. Perfect. That meant I had enough time for a shower, get ready, and be out the door by 6:50. The Dingo was around 10 minutes away so I would be fine. I liked planning things out and putting times to them. It made me feel more put together and organized. Of course I never really followed the times, but its the thought that counts. I cracked open the glass door that lead to my shower. I began washing my hair and did what you usually did in the shower. I was really pumped for tonight. A wave of energy swept over me just like a wave crashing down into the ocean.

 I got out of the shower and wrapped myself in the red robe. After a while of blow drying my hair, I headed into my room. My room was pretty cozy. The bed was horizontal and put up against the wall, right under my two windows. Across from that was a white dresser along with trinkints that crowded the top of it. My closet was near my bed and my bedroom was right near the bathroom.  Rummaging through my closet, I made sure to pick out something comfortable as well as easy to move in. Being glammed up wasn't my first priority and was probably the last. 

 My style was really tomboy-ish. We're talking jean jackets, jeans, leather, black, grey, red, and so on. I didn't enjoy wearing heels or fancy jewelry.  A pair of sneakers and a bandana would work just as well.  

I picked out my outfit and put everything on. I ended up wearing black ripped jeans, red converse, a red crop top with superman on it, and left my hair down. Looking over to my bed was a pile full of clothes that I shoud've put away three days ago but never really felt like it. Oh well.  I made my way downstairs and went over to the door. Since it was summer, a jacket wouldn't really be necessary in this case. Of course it would get cold, but I didn't really mind. Before going outside , I made sure to grab my switchblade in case anything did happen. My switchblade was grey; all the way from the tip of the blade, to the end of the handle. I loved my switchblade a lot but it was pretty dull. Of course it was in good shape, having being used for 3 years but, it was still dull.

 I grabbed my skateboard, opened the door,  locked it, and heading down the steps. Skateboarding was a real kick in my opinion. I threw my board down and jumped on top of it. My foot stroked the cement as my skateboard rattled, going over little chipped off pieces of cement. It was a pretty old skate board. Had it since the age of 14 .

My skateboard scratched  to a hault as I turned it around and stopped it. Standing in front of the Dingo, I kicked the edge of my skateboard making it jump into my hands.