Lost in The Outsiders

Chapter 20: Everything Falls Into Place

(Omg guys can you believe it's chapter 20 already? This book goes so fast it's depressing.. Don't worry this isn't the last one though but it's the most important chapter right now. Deepest chapter I ever wrote so prepare to have a feels attack at times..)

Maddy's POV

My dream was different than the other one I was having, which made me happy that I wasn't falling to my death anymore. It was actually a pretty nice dream. I was sitting with all my friends after school. We were gossiping, of course, about a lot of things. The personal stalker. The boy Stina knows from England. My ex. Ew.

Well after we gossiped, we started reading out of a book. We read different descriptions of the characters we shipped ourselves with. I got Ponyboy Curtis, Jordan got Dallas Winston, Ava got Johnny Cade, and Stina got Sodapop. Why did this sound so familiar? I swear I heard it from somewhere, but since it was a dream, I didn't think much about it. Anyway, we read this book out loud. It was really good. It was talking about gang violence and feeling different from the rest of the world. I was anxious to keep reading. Not all stories did that. I was about to read from the second chapter, and little did I know I went right back to where I was. Falling, alone, with no end. It was getting really tiring and annoying. Can I just get to the bottom already?

I felt something on my hand, and it woke me up.

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Ponyboy's POV

I desperately wanted sleep. I was exhausted from the rumble and everything, but I just couldn't sleep. I was worried about Maddy. They could have hurt her worse than that. She was already so upset and scared that it broke my heart. I know how bad she missed her home, I know she didn't want to get hurt anymore or at least worry about getting hurt. I didn't want to force her to stay in this hell-hole called Tulsa Oklahoma, but I didn't want her to leave. I was a wreck before she came over. She understands me so well that it isn't even funny. Shes so nice too. I know the only thing she could hurt was a Soc, and I wanted it to stay that way. Being in Tulsa would eventually have an effect on her. I didn't want her to be mean, I didn't want her to rob stores or beat people up. I liked her sweet, shy, innocent, and caring bookworm. She was so amazing that way. She didn't deserve to have her heart broken like she did. Her old boyfriend reminds me of a soc. Why did he have to hurt her like that? I would be the luckiest guy alive if I had her. God, she's so beautiful. On the inside of her and on the outside. She is so fragile that it's cute. But yet it makes me sick how people know how fragile that she is and yet they still drop her, on purpose! You just don't do that. I know she would help the people who hurt her if she had the chance, that's the kind of person she is, and they still don't care.

Ugh.

I remembered her phone, how she was looking at the things he sent her. I still remember the expression she had on her face. It killed me.

I clicked on her phone and tried the combination a couple times. I failed and got locked out for 10 minutes. I managed to figure out the combination using the letters. Phones are so high tech it's scary.

I went into her messages and saw his name next to one. Funny thing was, another message was on there since the last time I checked. I thought there wasn't 'service'? I just shook my head, not knowing anything, and looking at the message. I scowled when I saw it. He was trying to say he missed her! It made me so pissed I thought I would throw the phone across the room. I know he didn't mean a thing of what he said. He tried to act like the cool guy when he wasn't. Oh, and how he tried to apologize to her! Imagine if you dropped a fragile plate on the floor, it breaks into pieces. Now say sorry to it. Does it go back to where it was? No it doesn't! I really wanted to show this boy a piece of my mind. I tried to calm down, but I couldn't. I loved her. I did. I see in her eyes how in pain she is. It kills me. When she got jumped I know it didn't make her feel any better than she did. I know how much pain she has emotionally, and she hides it well. I feel like I'm the only one that can see. Maybe I am.