Chapter 2
I didn't see him the next day at school. I had recognized him from my grade, but never really talked to him, after all he was a Greaser. I was walking down the hallways, with my friend Rachel, when I saw the boy who had helped the boy, Johnny.
"Do you know him, Rachel?" I said to my friend. She looked at me through her red cat eye glasses, and wrinkled her nose slightly.
"Him? The Greaser? I think his name is Ponyboy. He's Sodapop's brother." She said with a giggle, and a flip of her coiffed dirty blond curls. She loved Sodapop, but what girl didn't? I nodded, and looked at this Ponyboy. He looked straight at me with clear, dark blue eyes. He recognized me. He ran his hands through his light brown hair, and then quickly walked away.
"Ohh, what was that, did you see his eyes? I mean not that he's cute or anything, I mean he's a greaser but…" Rachel rambled on. I smiled, trying to ignore her rambling. I thought to Johnny, all covered in scars.
"Do you know his friend Johnny?" I cut her off. She looked back to me and squinted her hazel eyes.
"Why?" She replied. I shrugged and brushed a dark curl out of my face.
"No reason, he's in our grade and I just was wondering if you knew him, he seems sweet." I whispered, thinking of his big, brown eyes. Chills ran up my spine. Rachel shrugged, and started talking about the popularity of fluffy blouses.
The next day, Ponyboy walked up to me.
"He's fine you know." He stated, looking at me directly. He seemed slightly gruff, but nice nevertheless. It was probably the fact I was a Soc. Or he was trying to act "Tuff".
"Good. I would like to see him." I said slightly gruff, to let him know I didn't appreciate his class discrimination. He crossed his arms over his shirt.
"Okay, I guess you can. He's coming back tomorrow." He said looking away.
"Fine."
"Fine."
And with that, my first conversation with a Greaser was over.