Thank you
A tribute to Sodapop Curtis and Steve Randle
Like the other Outsider fic I have, I wrote this for English. My teacher liked it, so I hope you do too.
A tall blonde sighed and slammed his head down into his arms on his desk. He really hated Social Studies. Why couldn't it be Science or Math or something like that? At least the teachers were cute in those classes.
He glanced up at the clock, ticking slowly over the chalkboard. 2:40. He still had twenty minutes of class, then a detention. He hated getting detentions, but that stuck up Soc needed a good knock in the head. Nobody makes fun of a Curtis. Nobody.
Just before he fell asleep, he made a mental note to thank the boy that had hit that second Soc. He would never understand why they liked jumping on his back so much.
"Mr. Curtis! Wake up this instant and march to the detention hall!" He woke up with a start, and nearly screamed when he seen his decrepit teacher, staring harshly down at him from over her glasses and slapping a ruler onto her wrinkled hand. He gathered his few books and rushed from the classroom as fast as he could without having her speak to him again. She was a scary old woman.
Once he checked into the detention hall, he scanned the room for the boy that had helped him earlier. Steve something-or-other. There was no sign of him though, nor was there any sign of the reason he was in the stupid detention hall either. He could bet money that they got off "with a warning". All the Soc's did unless someone's parents took it straight up to the boss, which didn't happen often. Everyone seemed to think everything was east sides' fault. Even the parents of those kids listened to the high class kids most of the time. Some fair life and school systems were.
"There you are Mister Randle. You're late." The tired blonde looked up and stared at the late comer from his seat. It was him! The boy from earlier! The dark haired boy looked up at him, and made his way to sit by him.
"I see dos' Soc's bailed on detention." He whispered as he sat next to the exhausted boy. "Their names are on the list they just ain't here." After a second and the teacher wasn't looking at them anymore, Steve continued to talk. "Steve Randle, Who're you?"
"Sodapop Curtis. Thanks for the save earlier," Steve just shrugged, saying that it was nothing.
Detention seemed to drag on forever, but in the end, Steve and Soda had a good laugh. The two Soc's that had gotten them into detention, had earned themselves another two for skipping. The looks on their faces? Like drenched cats when they discovered that they now had to explain to their parents why they had half a weeks detention with the principle of the school. Oh, good days… for Soda and Steve that is.
"So, You wanna come down to my place for supper tonight? Mum won't mind." Soda said as they walked out of the door of the school.
"Ah… can your 'rents cook? Last time I went to a place for dinner, the food stinked."
"Oh yeah," Soda chuckled, "Mum's food's tuff, don't worry, you won't have to worry about that." Steve smirked.
"Sure then, what time?" Sodapop gave him the address and time and before he knew it, he was in the house and kicking his shoes off.
"Mum! A friends comin' to dinner!" He called, "and you wouldn't believe the day I had!"
Pointless I know but whatever. R+R