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Sometimes I wish I was good in English class like Ponyboy. Especially now that we had to read a whole chapter of Cyrano De Bergerac in less than an hour. It was all because loud mouth beside me couldn't keep his trap shut. He acted like I cared if his sister had the hugest crush on me. She's like Two-Bit in that way, flirty. Except she went after the dark haired.

Minutes passed as I flipped through the pages of the textbook looking for something interesting. Nothing. So I laid my head down on the two-seater table in front of me in hopes for a thirty minute nap.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

"What?" I groaned out sleepily as I lifted my head just enough to see over my arms. Damn Two-Bit. His fingers stopped banging on the desk when he caught my glare. He leaned over closer to whisper something to me, but he didn't get the chance.

"Mr. Randle!" our teacher, shrieked, "What page are you on?"

"The first one."

"You haven't gotten very far."

"Alright." I sat up and looked at the page number I had stopped on. "118 good enough?"

Mrs. Stanley's facial expression let me know that I'd pissed her off. She crossed her arms over her chest, "That's an entirely different story."

"Yeah but this one's got a sex scene in it!" Two-Bit, who had been reading over my shoulder, shouted out into my ear.

Girls began to giggle, a few middle class girls blushed (we didn't have any Socs in that class). Some flipped to page 118 along with the boys. Even Mrs. Stanley tried to hide her small smile. Leave it to Two-Bit to say something that can make a room full of people lose it.

"Is it any good?" Asked a greaser who was too lazy to turn a page.

I shrugged because I hadn't read it. "Doubt it."

Two-Bit shook his head in mock disappointment, "Nope. Stick to the magazines fellas."

Disappointment along with more laughter emerged. I noticed a few girls eyeing Two-Bit. They liked him because he was funny, he could make them laugh at anything. But as I skimmed over the room I realized I had gotten some attention too.

Our eyes locked. My stomach flipped and I suddenly felt warm inside. Green. Her eyes were green, and beautiful.

I must have looked for a second too long because she blushed. Her cheeks began to turn a bright shade of pink. This made me smile and she sweetly returned it before looking down at her desk, making her dark brown hair fall in front of her emerald eyes.

All good things come to an end. My trance was cut off when Mrs. Stanley decided to do her job. Her voice pierced my ear drums, forcing me to look away from Evie Watson. Our teacher had silenced us with the threat of more work. This didn't phase Two-Bit, seeing as he never did his work. He stayed put, hovering over my side of our table. "Mr. Randle," he imitated our teacher while whispering. What a talent. "Would you like to give me a ride somewhere?" He gave me a grin so goofy I forgot he had gotten me in trouble.

"No, but I will." I spoke quietly, "Where are we heading?"

He leaned back in his chair, relieved to know he didn't have to walk anywhere. "Just the grocery store. I had to skip lunch today, remember?" Of course I did. He had told me in the hallway after my first period. A girl, middle class, wanted to go to the Dairy Queen with him for lunch. I wasn't surprised when he didn't show up at our gang's usual spot when the time came, she was a blonde. I also wasn't surprised when he met me before this class, breathless, and told me the outcome. On their walk to the Dairy Queen, Two-Bit had began to thumb a ride. Unfortunately for him the guy who finally did pull over was the girls father. I guess he wasn't too thrilled about her walking around with a greaser because he jumped out of his car and forced her to get in. Then turned on Two-Bit who I knew was being a wise-cracker at the time. He told me about his, "Now what am I gonna eat with my whipped cream?", comment. Way to go, dumb ass. They sped off then, leaving Two-Bit stranded. Eventually he made it back to school on foot, just in time to 'read' Cyrano De Bergerac. The only part out of that whole story that did surprise me was that he had went for a middle class girl. "Shoulda' known better." I had told him. We always got the bad end of the stick. That won't ever change.

"Oh yeah," I smirked over at him, "don't worry about hitching a ride this time." That made him laugh out and I joined in. His laugh is just so...weird. It's worse than a hyena at times. Suddenly he stopped and buried his face in his book.

"Is that you again, Mr. Randle?"

The shrill voice made me glare at Two-Bit. He didn't even warn me! I hated her voice and he knew it. But I hate almost everyone's voice. He looked my way after a few quick seconds, not wanting to miss anything funny. Like me getting in trouble for the second time."You little fuck."

"Excuse me!" She detonated, making me jump in my seat.

"Ohhh!" I realized the situation my old buddy had put me in. "That wasn't to you."

She kept her bitter eyes locked onto mine for what seemed like five minutes. Most teachers were afraid of us greasers but I guess she was too old for that. Stereotypes, I mean. I liked her in that way, but that's as far as it went.

"I will not tolerate that kind of language in here."

Before she could tell me that I had after school detention, Two-Bit pulled through for me. "Little Stevie didn't say those naughty words!" He strategically picked another kid out from the class and pointed the finger at her. "Mildred did!" She was the smartest kid in our class. If you could make eye contact with her through her thick rimmed glasses you were lucky. Whenever she was called on to answer a question her voice would squeak because she was so timid. The image of her speaking at all, much less saying what I had, made a few kids chuckle.

It was stupid, but not to my surprise his idea worked. Two-Bit always succeeded in being a distraction. The bell finally rang to let school out. Thank god.

As we strolled across the parking lot to my car I had only one thing on my mind. Evie Watson.

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