bexley curtis ✰ || the outsiders

Eighteen

Before I start, I want to say that whenever I want to send a message back to you guys for those of you who sent me messages and never get any replies, my message sadly never sends because I never use my email anymore and I have to confirm it :/ but, I want to say:

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- this is probably really late of me to answer, but I think a bad girl in the gang usually makes things slightly more interesting in my opinion !! maybe towards the middle or towards the end, she can end up being soft for the things she realized that happened in your story, or someone can tell her some advice or something that really made her feel guilty. let me know if you published it so I can start reading it !! I cannot wait !!❤️

For those of you who message me, I'll answer you guys in my next chapters so I can actually reply. Thank you guys so incredibly much for all your love and support, it truly means so much to me!

Now onto the chapter:

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— Ponyboy's POV —

Whenever I see a terrifying scene that I saw with my own pair of eyes and it's locked in my own head that keeps refreshing? it's no good.

I practically leaned my elbow onto the desk that was stacked against the wall in the room Soda and I shared in the corner. I was desperately scrambling through my brain trying to think of an answer for the assignment I had to do for English, but the opened window in our room made me get lost in my own thoughts. The strong beam of light was trickling it's way into the room as it brightens everything up; even the wind that creeped upon my arms once in awhile made me shiver. I breathed in the sharp, Tulsa air that consists of nothing but vanished cigarette smokes and the gas escaping the roaring engines of the cars speeding down the street.

I laid lazily in the chair as I tapped the tip of my pencil on top of the sheet, seeing the small marks I made scattered in the top corner of the paper. I was easily distracted — fixing my eyes to random objects stacked in the same place I've seen many times before. I've never been so eager enough to mention to anyone what I saw.

Dallas shoved Bexley. He shoved her.

My stomach did a bunch of flips, seeing the pain plastered into her eyes as she ran off down the streets made me feel ill. I was too scared to move, too scared to even think on what to do. I stood still in my spot near the door and basically stared at the spot she fell upon on the pavement. Luckily, I didn't get the cold look of hatred from Dally. That kid can scare you off with just one simple look.

"Hey, Blondie!-" Sodapop yelled cheerfully throughout the house, making me break out of my thoughts as he swung our bedroom door opened and seen me jump out of my chair, "Woah, easy now! Didn't mean to scare ya'." He chuckled, ruffling my hair as a grin appeared in the corner of his lips, "Where's Bex? I brought her a shake home from the Dingo, thought she might wanted one. There's one for you too in the ice box."

I swallowed as I could feel my eyes widen as those two words were running around my head repeatedly. I watched him walk in past me as he took off his DX hat, placing it on the edge of his bed. He looked at me waiting for an answer as he ran his fingers through his sweaty, damp hair. I sat up straight, turning my head to look at Soda picking at a dried up oil mark stained on his shirt.