Ponyboy's POV
I was sitting at the cafeteria table, waiting for Johnny and Two-bit, and drumming my fingers on the table top. I saw Two-bit sneak an extra apple from the counter when no one was looking. He is so slick, butter spread is jealous. He is slick like his hair, heavily greased into a small swirl that sat on his forehead. I figured his humor is what gets the girls, along with his looks. He was never that polite, though and that's what always confused me when I saw that nice, polite girl always flirting with him. Her name was Malissa, I think.
"Pony, you want an apple?"
"Not a stolen one."
"Fine, you can have my french fries." Two-bit said while passing me the small tray.
"I won't turn down that." I replied digging in. Finally I saw Johnny across the cafeteria. He walked over and sat down his tray.
" Johnny,where you been?" Two-bit asked.
"Sorry, man. Got hung up in science." Two-bit and I knew he was lying by the way he said it. We figured the socs got to him, but before I could ask, Two–bit beat me to it.
"Were the socs messing with you?" Two-bit asked with a concerned tone.
"No, just talking to...someone." Johnny usually never acted like this. Honesty is the best policy was like his motto. He went right on eating while me and Two-bit exchanged looks. Something was going on, but what?
DJ's POV
He was cute. That's why I asked him if this was his notebook. If it wasn't his, I would keep looking, but I'll ask this cute guy first. Plus, he looked like a Johnny Cade. When I found out it was indeed his, I was glad. Now I knew a name to go with this beautiful face. I shall use it to draw him in my own notebook. I'm a pretty good artist.
He was hesitant in saying my name. DJ is not a girl's name, but I don't wear makeup or dress cute or care what boys think. I am carefree, the way we should be. Worrying is the worst way to waste your life. That's why some people call me a hippie, though I am not. I just don't see the point in wasting time on that stuff.
I saw him in science,but he didn't say much. Maybe I will sit with him in lunch. I know he is not like other greasers. He is a sweet guy with a tough head. He carries a blade only for self defense. That's why I like him. Oops! Did I say that out loud?