Guess who decided to start a story while they are writing another story. It's me. A big thanks to Fun Filled Frost (previously known as One Wing In The Fire), who helped me with this idea, and is going to help write this story. You should check their account out if you haven't already, they have some fantastic one-shots and stories, especially for anyone who loves Johnny and Dally.

Anyways, please enjoy.

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The dark storm clouds rolled across the previously blue Tulsa sky, casting a shadow across the entire city. Many would be disappointed by this, rain would mean mud and puddles that would soak through their shoes and socks, chilling them right to the bone. It meant no playing outside for the children, and no lounging outside after work for the adults.

But one particular young man was looking forward to the rain. He actually quite enjoyed the sound, especially when he was outside and could hear the wind whipping past his ears and the sound of the rain itself. He enjoyed watching the raindrops roll down the window, one after the other…

"Mr. Cade?"

His head snapped forward, breaking his gentle gaze from the window. Miss Gething, who had previously been circling the room as she taught the lesson, had stopped directly in front of his desk, her dark eyes locked on him.

She was a short, young woman. With curly blond ringlets like Dally's girl, Sylvia, had, and large round glasses that reminded him of an owl, Johnny thought that she looked more like a student than a teacher. She was a favorite of Two-Bit's, and not just for her teaching style.

"Can you answer my question?" She asked, tapping her fingernails slowly off of his desk. The sound sent shivers up his spine.

"Um, I don't know the answer." He said, and he thought bitterly to himself that he probably wouldn't have known the answer if he had been listening.

"You don't know what two plus five is?" She demanded, her high voice raised in a way that would have been funny if it weren't for the situation. Muffled snickers could be heard from his classmates, and his cheeks flamed as he sunk deeper into his seat.

"Seven." He murmured. The short math teacher nodded.

"Very good." She said, but her voice revealed that was not what she felt. Every head in the classroom was turned to look at him, and he had never had a deeper desire to be invisible.

He forced his eyes away from hers, as Miss Gething continued her slow pace around the classroom, asking the other students questions to solve the equation that she had written on the board. Johnny scowled, he would never understand algebra.

He glanced at the clock, and a bit of relief flooded through him. Five minutes.

"Mr. Cade, eyes off the clock." The teacher's voice rang out, she had a thing about her student's attention being on the lesson at all times. His scowl deepened, and when he was sure that he wasn't looking he shot her the middle finger.

Once again there was a few giggles from the other student, bringing him back to the teacher's attention. She shot him an angry look, and he forced himself to stop scowling so he would appear that he wasn't feeling any emotion.

Johnny didn't understand why the teachers tried so hard with him. He didn't try, and they couldn't make him try, they should have just let him fail. He glanced at the clock again, deciding that he couldn't make her anymore more angry than she already was. Four minutes until the final bell.

"This is dumb." A voice rang out. It belonged to a middle-class kid, Billy, who had his arms folded as he stared down the teacher. She folded her arms and scowled right back. Johnny had to admit that he admired her bit, for someone so short and innocent looking she was fiery.

"Language." She said simply. The student shrugged.

"How's this for language? This is fucking dumb." He said. Johnny took the opportunity to glance at the clock again. Three minutes.

"How is this dumb?" Miss Gething said, her voice dripping with fury and even a bit of sarcasm. "This is an essential part of the math curriculum, you need it for many jobs." He watched her name a dozen of jobs where they would need to solve an algebraic equation.

He glanced at the clock once again. Two minutes, damn, he was happy that this kid decided to start an argument.

Billy meanwhile had been defeated, he couldn't argue with employment being affected. The teacher smirked to herself in a silent defeat.

Then she turned to face the dark haired boy, and a feeling of dread formed in the bottom of his stomach. Oh no, she wouldn't, not with a minute of class left.

"Mr. Cade." She spat out his name like she was trying to cuss him out with it. "What do you do after you multiply the equation."

Damnit, he really didn't know this one. Her arms were folded again, as her foot tapped against the floor quickly like a nervous rabbit. He glanced at the clock. One minute.

Giggles had begun to rise from the other students again, and he wanted to hide his head in his arms again. He was shaking slightly, from the embarrassment or anger that he was feeling, he did not know.

"Awe, is the grease going to cry?" One of the Socs crooned lowly in a mocking way. Johnny kept his eyes locked forward, refusing to look at them.

Thankfully before he could stutter out an answer that he was sure was wrong the bell rang, a loud sharp ring, dismissing the students. Johnny jumped up just as eagerly the others and joined the others in exiting the classroom.

"Mr. Cade." Damnit.

As much as he didn't want to he froze in his tracks, one foot out of the door and one still in the dreaded classroom. But he didn't turn to look at her, even if some would call this particular action cowardly.

"If you don't start paying attention in class I'm going to have to call home." She said in that voice that all teachers used, the sympathetic disappointed one, to make him think they were trying to help. He nodded once, she didn't say anything after that. He took the silence as permission to leave.

He shoved his way through the hallway, holding on tightly to his math textbook. He didn't bother going to his locker, it's not like he needed his homework if he wasn't going to do it.

He walked right out of the main entrance, incredibly thankful for the few raindrops that began to lightly hit his face.

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