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Ponyboy sat at the table picking at his breakfast
"Are you gonna eat it or poke it till it screams?" Soda asked him.
Pony glares at him "well? You eatin or what?" he asked again, Pony shoves the plate away then grabs his back pack and walks out.
Soda sighed "what's his problem?" he mumbles.
"I wonder…" Darry mutters.
"What?" Sodapop inquires.
"Well, you know that girl Pony saved?" Darry asked.
"Siera? Sure" Soda nodded
"Well, I'm thinking she had a major crush and Pony put her down in a bit of a harsh way and that's why she ran" Darry explained.
"On me?" Soda asked, looking confused.
"Yeah, Pony knows you better than anyone and he probably knew that Sierra wasn't your type" Darry said.
"Meaning?" he asked.
"I'm sayin that Pony didn't want her to get her hopes too high and have them crash at her feet so he talked to her but she took it a little bit too harshly."
"Pony? Harsh? Where ever did she get that idea?" Soda joked.
"I also think that maybe Pony likes her the tiniest bit" Darry added.
"She seems like the type that Pony would get pissed at but be forced to control his anger with" Soda added.
"Yeah, but why the bad attitude?" Soda inquired.
Darry smirked "today is try outs" he told him.
Sodapop laughed "you mean for track?" he asked Darry nodded.
"Oh yeah, he always gets angry because girls flock to him when he's trying to warm up 'oh Ponyboy, can I hold your jacket?" Soda mocked in a high voice.
Ponyboy sighed later that day sure enough as always; girls were all around him.
He ignored them pointedly while warming up, grateful that the coach told them to keep distance "don't play hard to get" Siscilla, a cheer leader called in a flirty voice.
Pony ignored them yet again then when he was at the starting line he spotted Sierra being bothered by a Greaser, her face was frightened.
He clenched his jaw "start!" his coach yelled and Pony took off running faster than he'd ever done.
He finished his try out in record time.
"Great job, Ponyboy, that's a new record- hey! Where are you going?" his coach yelled.
Ponyboy was running straight to Sierra and the dirt bag greaser; he spun to get a good momentum then socked the Grease in the jaw, sending him flying.
"P-Ponyboy!" Sierra yelled in shock at the feat her performed.
"He was bothering you right?" Pony asked in a little peeved tone.
"Ah, sort of" she said blushing.
The grease started to get up rubbing his jaw which was now bright red.
"Next time, just say that she's your girl" the greaser muttered at Ponyboy
"Hadn't thought of that" Pony muttered and the guy limped away.
"And you" Pony accused "don't you know how to tell someone no?" he asked her, pointedly.
"Well… I-"
"You know what, never mind" Ponyboy growled.
"Why are you so angry?" Sierra asked following him down the hill.
"I'm not" Pony snapped
"You obviously are!" she replied.
Ponyboy picked up his track bag and hoisted on his shoulder.
"I'm gonna take a shower" he said walking into the locker room, Sierra pouted then decided to wait until he was done.
He scowled "why are you so eager to follow me?" he asked turning into the hallway.
"Cause, I want to know why you're so angry all the time"
"I'm not angry!" he shouted making her wince.
He calmed down "I'm not angry…" he said softly.
"Try counting to ten when you get angry" Sierra told him
"I don't get angry" he muttered annoyed.
"Yes, you do" Sierra dead panned and suddenly Ponyboy realized Sierra was in the car.
"Get out" he told her.
"No way" she stubbornly replied.
"Don't you have a ride?" he asked.
"I did…but Marie had to leave early so now you're driving me home" she told him.
Ponyboy grit his teeth then started the ignition
"You're annoying" he told her flatly
"And you have anger management" she retorted.
He scowled then started to drive.
"Elvis, really?" Sierra asked
"Well, what do you suggest?" he asked.
"This" she answered then changed the station to the Beatles
"No. way." he told her changing it again.
They fought over the station until Ponyboy gave in and Sierra was smiling with victory.
Pony banged his head on the steering wheel when they ran into some traffic.
"Wow, it's backed up all the way up the street" Sierra informed.
"I know" Ponyboy muttered, his head feeling like it would explode.
"Ponyboy"
"What?"
Sierra leaned over and pushed his hair back "calm down" she told him.
Ponyboy blushed then removed her hand "I'm fine" he replied dismissively.
Sierra then leaned over and turned off the music
"Let's just talk till traffic lets up" she told him.
"Talk about what?" he asked.
"Anything, silly" she replied.
"…okay"
Okay, I really am loving this story and I really enjoy writing it.