A/N: Ohmigod! I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a while! I'm such a bad person! And people actually were reading this story! Ugh D: There is not a valid reason why I haven't been updating. I have been really busy and a bit stressed, but I still could have easily made time to write this chapter! To be honest, I actually forgot about this story.
Here's chapter three!
Kathleen's POV
Today was my first day at this school. I begged my mom to not make me go, but there was no point. After my mom has decided something, there's no changing her mind. That is, unless you can give her a good reason to change her mind, which I couldn't. So here I was, waking up at six in the morning so I could go to a shithole called school.
I had a shower the night before because I didn't feel like waking up any earlier than needed. I picked up my brush off my dresser and quickly tore it through my hair. After I had brushed my hair, I walked into the bathroom and looked at my makeup, trying to decide what to put on.
I had a lot of makeup. I had seven shades of red eye shadow, five shades of blue eye shadow, a few shades of purple eye shadow and a bunch of black eye shadow. I had thirteen different types of mascara, fifteen or sixteen different colors of eyeliner, four shades of lipstick, three types of blush, and two shades of foundation. That being said, you'd think it'd be hard to decide what to put on, right? Well not for me. I do the same thing almost every day. I put on a bit of black eyeliner, volumizing mascara, a pale blush, and light lipstick. Which is exactly what I did today.
After I did my makeup, I realized that I was still in my pj's. I walked back into my room and looked through my closet, trying to find something to wear. Most girls didn't wear jeans yet, but ever since I was a little girl most my clothes were hand-me-downs from my brother, since I didn't really care. When I lived in New York I complained because my brother had cooler clothes than me, so that's when I started getting my brother's hand-me-downs.
I put on a pair of ripped jeans that were still a bit too big for me and a somewhat tight Beatles band t-shirt. I looked in the mirror at what I was wearing. I haven't ever met anyone who would think this looked acceptable. First of all, the only girls who wear jeans are the "bad girls", and even they wear skinny jeans that usually don't have any rips in them. And second of all, I don't even know many guys who wear band t-shirts. But that's what I liked about this outfit. It really shows how little I care about what people think. Maybe I'll start a trend.
I put on a black belt then went downstairs and started making breakfast. I don't usually eat in the morning. It makes me feel sick for some reason, but Darrel does. I've been making breakfast for him ever since I was about eight or nine because Mom was almost always too busy to make him breakfast, and he couldn't cook.
I looked through the fridge and took the carton of eggs and the bacon. It was the least messy thing I could think to make that Darrel would actually eat. Just as I finished making breakfast, Darrel came down the stairs. "What's for breakfast?" He asked.
"Bacon and eggs. Sunny side up," I told him.
He gave me a hug and made up his plate. "Hey Kath, why don't you do something different with your makeup for a change?"
"Why don't you do something different with your hair?"
Darrel chuckled and pretended to run his hand through his hair. "I don't want long greasy hair like everyone else on this side of town. I like the natural look," He joked.
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When we got to school everyone was staring at me and Darrel. Mostly Darrel, though. We were use to it, though. It didn't really matter where we lived, we didn't look normal. But who wants to look normal? Darrel said we shouldn't dress like the usual mainstream, and that it's better to make a statement that says "I am my own person" rather than a statement that says "I just follow the crowd". It seemed about right to me.
Most of the people who were staring at us were socs. They looked distracted and somewhat confused. I don't understand what there is to be confused about, but hey, they weren't jumping us, so it's okay.
"The ritch bitches don't know what to make of y'all," A familiar voice chuckled from behind us. I turned around to see none other than Two-Bit.
"I thought Dallas told us you didn't usually attend school," I heard my brother say.
"And miss your first day?" Two-Bit cracked a grin. "Nah, Dallas told me too much about Kat for me to miss her first day. It'll be a lot more amusing than sitting on the Curtis' couch watching cartoons,"
"Kat?" Darrel questioned, raising an eyebrow.
I gave Two-Bit a quick hug then turned to Darrel. "Yeah, y'know, like," I made my hand like a paw kind of. "Meow?"
Darrel rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Well it ain't gonna be too amusing for long,"
"Yeah," I agreed. "We're just sticking around for first period then ditching," I nodded at Darrel. "What class do you have?"
"Same class as you," He muttered. When I gave him a questioning look, he continued. "I failed history last year,"
"Well then," Two-Bit smirked. "I've failed history for the past two, almost three years,"
"Oh joy," I muttered.
Two-Bit had on a child-ish grin and he jumped up and down. "This'll be fun guys!"
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When we walked into class, Two-Bit stood infront of the class and said as seriously as he could: "Attention class, we have two new students today," The class looked up at Two-Bit, rolling their eyes. Two-Bit continued, sounding like he was about five. "Darrel and my friend K-"
"Midnight," I cut him off.
I heard someone clear their throat from behind us, and I turned around to see who I assumed was the teacher. "Attention class," she started. "Mr. Matthews has decided to attend history for the first time in two weeks," The class chucked and Two-Bit grinned sheepishly.
The teacher looked around the classroom then pointed to two empty desks at the back of the class. "Darrel, Midnight, you guys can sit at those two empy desks,"
"Beside me!" Two-Bit finished, jumping up and down.
I thought I heard the teacher say something along the lines of "And may god have mercy on your souls," but I could have been mistaking. The teacher got into some long lecture history lecture about god knows what. After about five minutes, Two-Bit whispered to us "Okay, so if you're sitting in the back, it's really easy to get away with sleeping in class, as long as you cover your face she'll just think you're not paying attention,"
His logic didn't make sense to me at all, but I was too tired to care.
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I woke up to Darrel kicking my chair. "Y'know, the teacher will realize you were sleeping in class if you're still sleeping after everyone leaves," Two-Bit pointed out.
"Ya' think?" I asked sarcastically.
"I know, trust me," He informed us. "You guys are ditching now, right?"
"I don't know 'bout her, but I sure as hell am," Darrel said.
"C'mon, I know a good place to go," Two-Bit told us. "Dally might there,"
We left the school unnoticed and started walking. Two-Bit kept doing somersaults and cartwheels, and occaisonally walked on his hands. "Hey, hey guys! Can you do this?" Two-Bit asked and he did a cartwheel. "Or this?" He started walking on his hands. He kept asking us if we could do stuff over and over, so I eventually stopped paying attention.
We aproached a DX gas station and I stood on a bench just outside of it. "Hey Two-Bit, can you do this?" I asked, doing a backflip off of it, landing it perfectly.
"That's easy!" A voice said from behind me, scaring me half to death. I turned to face the voice and it turned out to be one of the people Dallas introduced us to.
"She landed it, Steve. I'd like to see you land backflip," Two-Bit said with an accusing tone in his voice.
Steve rolled his eyes then turned to me again. "Midnight, right?" He asked.
I chuckled. "Kathleen, actually,"
Steve's POV
I went back into the store after talknig to Kathleen, Darrel and Two-Bit for a few minutes. Soda had a puzzled look on his face. "Why does she hate me so much?" He asked.
"I don't know, why do you like her so much?"
"Don't change try to change the subject, Steve. Really, why does she hate me so much? I ask for her name, she doesn't have one, so I call her Midnight, she doesn't correct me. Two-Bit asks her name, she tells him. You call her Midnight, she corrects you," Soda ranted. "Why does she like Two-Bit so much? What's so great about him? He won't even ever like her! What did I do? All I did was ask her name!"
"Soda buddy, you're really over thinking this. Why do you like her so much?" I asked again.
"I don't!" He said a bit defensively. "I'm not use to girls hating me,"
I rolled my eyes. "Soda, you do to like her. But don't worry, I have a plan," I told Soda a plan I had just come up with in my head.
Soda shook his head. "It won't work, and even if it does, it's kinda mean,"
"It'll be fine," I assured him then went back outside to where Kathleen, Darrel, Two-Bit, and now Dally were talking. "Hey Two, can I talk to you? Alone?" I put a bit too much emphasis on the alone part, which caused everyone to howl with laughter.
"Sorry Stevie, I don't like you, like that," Two-Bit said, trying to sound to keep a straight face. "I'm into girls,"
"Shut the hell up, Two! You know what I mean!"
Two-Bit and I walked around to the other side of the store, and I gave him a serious look.
"What's up dude?" He asked.
"Do me a favor. Look, so Soda kinda likes Kathleen, and he's a bit upset because she seems like she likes you and blah blah blah," Two-Bit had been nodding since I said do me a favor, so I wasn't really sure if he was paying attention or not. "You need to be as nice to her as you can be without it becoming suspicious, okay? You need to let her fall in love with you, then tell her she's just your friend. Yeah, she'll be real upset, but then Soda can come in and be nice to her and chear her up, and then she'll start to like him," I explained.
Two-Bit looked guilty. "Why can't Soda just be nice to her and try to win her over the fair way?"
"Because when Soda tries to talk to him, she acts all bitchy," I told him.
"But then why does he like her?"
"This isn't twenty questions! Are you gonna do it or not?"
"Shoot Steve, it's not very nice. I don't want to hurt her,"
"Two-Bit, think of it this way, are you gonna let Soda, one of your best friends, be upset because you won't upset Kathleen, a girl you just met yesterday?"
"...Alright fine," Two-Bit hesitantly agreed.
A/N: It's bad, I know! And I know Steve and Soda seemed a bit ooc, it won't happen again! And I promise I'm going to try and update every couple of days! Please review!
