Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders, even if I wished that I did. I do, however, own the OC(s) and the plot.

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Standing in the bathroom, I look at my reflection in the mirror, sighing. I had borrowed a black tee shirt from Soda for the dance, and I had greased my hair back just the way I like it. It took me a long time to figure out if I should grease my hair or not, but if Skylar had asked me to the dance, then she shouldn't mind if I looked the way I do all the time. Making my way out of the bathroom, I notice all of the guys watching me, and the tips of my ears begin to burn.

"What?" Steve grumbles to himself as he tries to pull an ace out of his shoe, Soda laughs merrily at me, Two-Bit and Dallas start making vulgar suggestions, and Johnny just smiles softly at me. I turn around to see Darry leaning against the kitchen doorframe.

"Ponyboy, I want you to be careful tonight…you know the rules." My blush grows and I cringe at that piece of knowledge before I snap back.

"No booze, no drugs, no sex. Got it." A look of irritation crosses Darry's face and He points in my direction, opening his mouth to speak; Soda interrupts him like I knew he would.

"Don't worry about it, Dar, it's a school dance. Supervised." A car horn honks, and I sprint out the door and down the steps, Darry hollering at me because I forgot my jacket again. Waiting for me at the curb is a little Volkswagen Beetle, and I get in; Skylar pulls away from the curb and drives off. Before I can say a thing, I am stuck staring at her; her hair is pinned up at one side with a butterfly clip, her make-up is done nicely; and her baby blue dress is stunning on her. Skylar casts a sideways glance at me and smirks before turning her attention back to the road.

"Like what you see?" I blush furiously and look out my window, cursing myself for not looking away earlier. I stay silent as she speaks about her day, and we get to the school after a little while. Skylar parks her Bug and we exit; I can't help the laugh that comes from my throat, and she looks at me suspiciously.

"Sorry, I just didn't realize how short you are…" She blushes and storms away, me trailing after her and laughing. I really didn't mean to, but the top of her head was level with my chin, and she is wearing really tall high heels. We get to the dance, and I stop laughing. Not because I was worried Skylar was angry with me- which I am- but because of everybody looking at me suspiciously. Not many greasers go to school dances, especially not with Socy girls. Skylar must have noticed this as well, because she turned around and smiled at me, grabbing my hand and pulling me through the doors and into the gymnasium. I blush and entwine out fingers as we weave our way through the other students. Stopping to look at me, Skylar smiles softly.

"Do you want to dance, Ponyboy?" I nod dumbly and we move onto the dance floor just as a slow song starts to play, causing me to groan internally. It's not that I hate to dance, but I hate to dance slowly. Especially with a pretty Soc girl. Skylar lets go of my hand and wraps her arms around my neck as I slide my own arms around her waist, pulling her closer, my blush darkening. We move in excruciatingly slow circles, and I hope that she can't hear how hard my heart is beating; in an effort to cover the sound of the thumping in my chest, I speak.

"I'm real sorry for laughing at you, Skylar." Turning her head up to look at me, Skylar laughs in a surprised manner.

"Golly, Ponyboy, I wasn't actually that mad at you." As she rests her head on my chest, I think that Two-Bit may've been right when he told me that girls are impossible to figure out. The first song ends, but Skylar and I hardly notice as the second starts; she looks up at me again with that amazing smile and I can't help but smile back. I lean down ever so slightly, and I notice that Skylar's emerald eyes light up as she leans up towards me. My grip on her waist tightens as I steady her while she stretches on her tip-toes, and I close my eyes, letting out a breath, and our lips connect. I feel a jolt as this happens, and our mouths move in sync with each other, my heart rate spiking. Skylar's arms tighten around my neck and one of her hands finds its way into my hair. Skylar steps down and I slowly open my eyes to see her smiling up at me.

"I'm going to get us some drinks, okay Ponyboy?" I nod dumbly as I watch her walk away, a goofy smile on my face. Suddenly, something wet and sticky drops on me and I jump; looking down at myself, I see white school glue; as I look up in confusion, I am surrounded by feathers. There are a few gasps through the gymnasium, but most are laughing as the music is cut. Some of the football players are standing in front of me, pointing and laughing, and I see Skylar push past them to stare at me in shock. One of the football players, the quarterback, looks at her.

"Just like we planned. Thanks for getting him in a daze!" As Skylar looks at me I can feel a boiling rage fill me and I walk swiftly out of the gymnasium and into the pouring rain outside. As I cross the parking lot, I hear someone call my name. Spinning around, I see Skylar trying to run up to me, but she is rather slow because of the high heels that she is wearing. Skylar stops in front of me, her auburn hair sticking to her face.

"Ponyboy, please, that wasn't supposed to hap-" Again, I feel the anger boil.

"Like hell it wasn't!" I roar at her, waving my arms, causing her to jump and step back, "Darry is right, I should of used my head! You're just like all the other stuck-up bitchy broads that go to this school! I don't ever want to see you again, you hear me!" She stands there, her eyes tearing up, but I don't care, "I said get lost, you little bint!" Skylar takes a step towards me, then another.

"Ponyboy, I'm so sorry…" In a rage, I grab her arm and pull her towards me, pointing my finger in her face.

"Don't you ever come near me again, you hear! I'm a greasy hood, if you haven't realized yet, and I'll do things to you that you don't want me to do." Her eyes widen in fear as I look her up and down, slowly, the way I've seen Tim Shepard do plenty of times, "Now get lost, you bitch." I push her away from me, maybe a little too hard, because she stumbles and falls in a puddle, staying there while a tear or two escapes from the corners of her eyes. I turn and storm off in the direction of my house, not feeling any guilt for saying those things to Skylar, and my rage has dissipated a small amount. All that I can think about on my way home is that Soda's shirt is ruined.

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