When We Were Gold

Chapter Three

Sodapop's POV:

Of all the classes they make you take in school, math was my least favorite. The numbers may as well been written in a different language, they had no meaning to me; unless you consider confusion and agony.

My math paper from earlier was sitting in the tray along with the other assignments; I could practically see the F written on it already. I heard a sigh, and thinking it was just me sighing involuntarily, I ignored it. I just bit my eraser, trying to zone out.

I was close too, when the guy behind me poked me in the shoulder blades, "Can you pass this to Tim?" I sighed, pretending to drop my book, I reached down for it, dropping the piece of paper on Tim's desk on the way up.

Today was just not my day; before I could even pick up my pencil, my teacher, Mrs. Walsh, had whisked the paper of Tim's desk, her pointy nose almost touching the paper. "Mr. Curtis seems to want to share with the class, lets see what is so important."

She licked her lips, (An annoying habit she had) and began reading, "Are you gonna go to the rumble tomorrow night? I can't wait to beat some-" She stopped, her jaw set, "Mr. Curtis, detention, and you will be staying after class today for the disruption, and given a note for your parents, understood?" I scowled, "Yeah, it sure makes sense alright." I glared at the guy behind me, it wasn't even my fault, why should I get punished? I didn't write it!

At the end of class, the guy came up to me, he was smirking, "Sorry about that, didn't mean for ya to get in trouble." I scowled, "Yeah, me too." He paused, "I am sorry, really." I rolled my eyes, "Whatever." Mrs. Walsh was shooting looks at us, she obviously wanted the guy to get going. He sighed, "I'll talk to ya later, by the way, I'm Ste-" I nodded, giving him a wry grin, "Steve Randle, I know, I can read."

Darry's POV:

The whole walk home, Ponyboy, who was usually so quiet, was babbling on and on about this new kid he met in school. Sodapop, who was usually grinning and loud, was loping along quietly next to us. He'd grin when Ponyboy talked to him, then immediately scowl again. When I asked him what was wrong, he only snapped. I never was good with understanding people. I sighed, glancing at Ponyboy, at least one of us was happy.

(I understand if you have questions, I'm happy to answer any! I'll post some more tonight if I can! Sorry this was a bit shorter, I'll try to make the next one a bit longer.)