𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙈𝙚 ⋆ 𝘿𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙮

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Ponyboy's POV

We were playing dodgeball in Gym. I was pretty good at it. I kept focus at every ball. The thing is that the greasers scare me. I wasn't in a clique. I was just a book nerd who did track. I mean I am, but that shit hurts. The Socs scare me too. The Socs scare me more than those greasers. Then just as I realize I was just staring into space again a Soc threw a dodgeball at my face and I fell backwards on the floor.

Im not sure if I blacked out for a second but I opened my eyes and my left eye felt swollen it hurts like fierce. I never gotten a black eye from dodgeball before. When I sat up from the floor the Soc just let out a laugh and continued playing. I was out and had to sit on the bleachers to watch to rest of the game with one eye.

I didn't want to say I cried but I did shed a few tears because of two things, the pain and because life is a pain in the ass. I just embarrassed myself today. I guess I'm not good with sports but I'm at least good at running, that could be a benefit. I should've just skipped Gym today I would've stopped this from happening. God why did you do this to me I thought we were friends!

When class was over I walked into the locker room. I opened my locker. I took off my gym uniform and threw on my wrinkled shirt. I reached in for my pants in the locker but someone seemed to grab it before me. I turned to see Randy. I didn't know most of the Socs names besides some. Randy was with his group. "Hey give that back!" I shouted at him. He scoffs. Then I got pushed against the locker. This was very embarrassing since I didn't have pants on and they were just messing with me.

"Randy just let me go." I cried. "You're Ponyboy right?" He asks me. I nod. "I thought you were athletic. I didn't know you suck at simple things like dodgeball." He laughed when he said the last word. I opened my mouth to say something but then I felt a punch to the stomach and I groaned and fell to the ground in more pain than I already was.

I clutched my stomach and just closed my eyes. The chuckles from the locker room echoed and the only thing I could smell was a mix between sweat and cologne. I opened my eyes a little. I see some guy talking to the Socs. I knew they were getting in trouble. My vision was blurry for a sec but I could finally clearly see the Socs just walking away and I looked up to the guy holding his hand out for me.

I grabbed it and he helped me up. I was still grabbing my stomach. "Are you okay?" He simply asks without a tone of care. "Yeah I think. They really fucked me up today." I told him. "My name's Dallas Winston." I nod. "My name is Ponyboy Curtis." I smiled at him. I slurred my words because I could tell he was a greaser. His hair was a little messy. His brown hair was slightly greased and slicked back. Some hair strands fell on his forehead, looked good on him. He had a leather jacket on and I can't believe someone would help a scrawny guy like me.

I looked at him and he just snickered a little. "That's some name." He tells me and I blush of embarrassment. He noticed I was getting uncomfortable so he just hands me my pants. I put it on. "Need a shiner?" He asks me. I hid my smile. He had a New York accent. Most of them had a southern accent but Dally's different.

"What does that mean." I ask. He chuckles then continues. "It's like if you need a nurse or somethin'" he explains. "Oh." I said dumbfounded. "Nah I'm fine." I said. "Okay. See you later." He waved and left the locker room. I left after a while.

I'm now currently at home. Laying on my bed. Having your own room could be scary. I just stared at the ceiling. The lights were off so it would be me looking into dark space. I wanted to sleep but for some reason, today, I couldn't. I just felt sad and I didn't like how I looked. I wanted to look tough. I just look like a girl. People mistakes me as a girl all the time. Some people even calls me queer/fag. It's not funny but I play it off as a joke so it would be less embarrassing for me.

I hated how my brother Sodapop would just ditch his medication he has to take daily. He suffers from something called ADD. I just wanted to fall asleep already so I just closed my eyes and stopped thinking about everything. Finally I drifted off to sleep.