"Nothing But A Hood"
Chapter 3
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Two-Bit lifted his legs and rested them on the desk across from him. This wasn't his first time in detention, he basically lived there. Heather recalled having a talk with him a week and a half ago. When she volunteered, she'd be assigned to ask the students why they ended up in detention. And his answer was always the same, day after day.
Heather grasped a pen from her pencil. "Ok, so why are you in here?"
He shrugged, giving his regular reply. "I had nothin' better to do. Thought if I stood here, I could pick Pony up from track."
The brunette felt her stomach tighten at the mention of Ponyboy. She had totally forgotten that Two-Bit hung out with Ponyboy a lot. Heather had only seen Ponyboy with a tall, skinny tan boy. Heather shrugged, and put her pencil behind her ear. She saw no need in questioning him anymore.
"So Two-Bit, do all of you greasers own blades?" Heather asked as she remembered the incident in Biology. "Just out of curiosity."
Two-Bit lifted his feet of the chair, looking at the clock. "Pretty much, 'cept Ponyboy. He only brought one to school 'cause of Socs."
Heather couldn't help but feel a little offended by what he said. "What about Socs?"
"Chill out, little Miss Muffin." He grinned at her, his grayish eyes turning serious. "He got jumped by some Socs the other week."
She stood silent, unable to find the right words to say. She had heard of the things Socs did to greasers, but who would do such a thing to Ponyboy? He had a reason to bring a blade, but Heather had quickly jumped to conclusions.
"O-Oh, I'm...I'm sorry. I never knew." Heather thought it would be good to apologize.
Two-Bit shook his head. "Nah, it wasn't your fault." For some reason, he let out a sigh. "His brother told him to carry a blade just in case, ya know?"
She nodded, taking a deep breath. "Yeah, I understand. Does he still carry it?"
He shrugged, leaning back in his chair. "I don't know. When he came back from school yesterday, he yelled saying the blade made things worse."
'That was all my fault!' Heather screamed in her mind as she brought her face to her hands. 'I shouldn't have lashed at him like that.'
Heather felt extremely horrible. If only she knew why he had the blade in the first place, she would still be talking to Ponyboy. But now that she knew, there was one thing she needed to do.
Apologize to Ponyboy.
The Next Day
"Sheila, you cheater!" Caroline laughed out as the blonde tried to peak inside the orange envelope.
The blonde quickly jumped back and giggled. "Come on, Caroline! I want to know who was the killer!"
Heather laughed at her friends as she picked up the game box that was on the cafeteria table. Lunch was usually boring for the teens, so they decided to play a round of board game 'Clue'. Sheila was Professor Plum, Caroline was Mrs. Peacock, Rebecca was the Reverend Green, and Heather was Mrs. White.
It was Rebecca's turn to roll the dice. She ended up in the study. "Hm...I suggest it was Mrs. Peacock in the Ballroom with the rope."
Heather shook her head, and since she was on Rebecca's left, she showed her a card. "Sorry, Becky."
Rebecca smiled as she snapped her fingers. Heather went next, thinking that she had enough prove to make an accusation. She slowly moved her supect and the weapon in the chosen room.
"I accuse the Reverend Green in the Lounge with the revolver." She said confidently, as she slowly opened the envelope. Once the cards were out, she was in complete shock.
Donna skipped to the table, taking a seat next to the red-head. "Hey girls!" Her eyebrow raised when she looked at Heather. "Did you lose?"
Heather grinned, throwing the cards flat on the table. One card was a picture of the Lounge, one was Reverend Green, and the other was a revolver. The other girls shouted in surprise and threw their cards on the table also. The brunette couldn't help but giggle.
"You finally won, Heather." Caroline smirked. "How did you know it was the Reverend Green?"
Heather shrugged. "I just thought that he could've had drugs or a gun in that suitcase of his."
All of the girls looked at each other for a quick second, and started laughing their heads off.
"So, have you been talking to that greaser?" Rebecca asked Heather. "You know, the one you were eyeing last time?"
The brunette shook her head. "I...I haven't seen him in awhile."
"How come?" Asked Donna. "You guys are basically in every class, and he hardly misses school."
"Well, you se-"
Heather was cut off short by the sound of the bell ringing. She quickly smiled at herself and hurried out the cafeteria. Next period was her last one for today, Biology.
Ponyboy stared at the piece of paper in front of him. Today, the class was assigned a lab where they had to the temperature of water. It was pretty easy, and Ponyboy and Heather were almost done. All they had to do was clean the test tubes.
Yet, Heather was still shaken about about yesterday. Ever since Two-Bit told her Ponyboy's reason for carrying a blade, she felt nervous around him. She wouldn't look at him, or even give him one little glance. And apologizing seemed to be more impossible by the minute. She jumped to conclusions, and she made him feel like a hood.
As the brunette went the grab one of the test tubes, Ponyboy's hand accidentally touched hers. The touch caused a spark that made her drop the test tube on the floor. Heather's eyes widened and she gasped as the test tube split into pieces. She sighed, her face pink of embarrassment while some of the class silently laughed.
"I-I'm sorry." Ponyboy told her.
She shook her head, bending down to pick up the pieces. "No, it's ok. It was my fault for being so clumsy."
He sighed and helped pick up some pieces. "Really, I'll help. It was kind of my fault anyway."
"Thanks, Ponyboy." Heather grinned, still picking up the pieces. "You're too nice."
Ponyboy glanced up to her, and for the first time in two days...
...He smiled at her.
After School: Football/Track Home Game
"Hey, hey, get out of our way! Today's the day we're going to blow you away! Whooo!" The cheerleaders chanted.
Some one the girls did cartwheels, while the rest did front flips. Since most of it was practiced, it was quite easy. But Heather was still worried about falling down and spraining her ankle in one of the jumps.
Heather and the cheerleading team rushed all together as the school football team made their way to the field. The audience went loud and cheered for them. Then when the rivalry football team came, half the crowd booed, while the others cheered. Cherry, Donna, and Heather sighed when the opposing team's cheerleading team showed up.
They looked like the most snobbiest girls ever. Their uniform was a very tight, blue and gold dress with the initials N.T. for North Tulsa High School. Nothing too fancy, but they looked better than the yellow and white outfit's Cherry's team wore. The crowd went wild as the game started.
"Touchdown, touchdown, touchdown boys!" The opposing cheerleaders chanted. "You make the touchdowns, we make the noise! Yay!"
Everyone watched in anticipation as number twenty-three grabbed the ball from one of the N.T. players. He managed to swerve around, and make a touchdown for the team. Heather cheered as she did a quick back flip. Back with her team, she smirked as she heard their next cheer.
She got into position in front of one of the cheerleaders named Kathleen, who was the youngest. She smiled back at Heather, who nodded at Cherry. This was going to be Heather's first time performing this dangerous stunt at a game. Even if she had practiced it many times, she went queasy thinking about it. Heather's stunt was to be thrown up in the air. But she worried someone wouldn't catch her.
They began their cheer. "Sugar and cream, sugar and cream." The front half of team chanted. "What's the matter with the other team?"
The front half of the team did a back flip, and the other half did a front flip so they were in front. This meant Heather was in the stuck in the front of the team.
The cheer continued. "Nothing at all, nothing at all. They just cannot play football!"
Kathleen threw Heather in the air, and the brunette felt her stomach tighten while she was in the air. Her adrenaline was pumping, and she felt a little thrill inside of her. When she landed down safetly, she sighed in relief and skipped back to her spot.
This made the audience boom with cheers, and the oppsite cheerleaders sent them a boo. Heather and Donna couldn't help but high-five each other, and laugh at everyone's reactions.
=^o^=
Sadly, the team had lost to North Tulsa High School 16 to 20. No one had a problem with it though, well, except for the football team itself. Now all was left was the Track game, and Ponyboy was competing. Heather walked away from the other cheerleaders and strolled around. She wanted to take a deep breath before the next game.
As she continued forward, she saw a certain greaser tying his shoe. Heather it her bottom lip as she stared at him. She really needed to apologize to him, and now would be the perfect oportunity to do so.
'It's now or never.' She thought. 'I choose...uqh! I can't do it, not now. Maybe if I-'
"Oh, um, hi Heather." A voice broke her thoughts.
She quickly looked up, and her heart raced as she saw who it was. "H-Hey Ponyboy. Nice game, huh?"
He nodded, leaning against one of the gates. "Yeah, too bad they lost."
Heather slowly walked next to him and rested her arm on the gate. Maybe know was a good time. "Listen, Ponyboy, about two days ago. I'm sorry."
"It was my fault, ya know? I shouldn't have pulled out the blade." He sheepishly smiled.
The brunette sighed, leaning her head back. "No, seriously. I mean, I'm sure you had a reason to have one. I just over-reacted, it's what I do."
"Well, I'd be lying if I said it wasn't." Ponyboy grinned, earning him a playful slap on the arm by Heather.
She stepped away from the gate. "It's true, and I wasn't sure how to apologize. I was never good with words..."
Ponyboy chuckled. "How about we both forgive each other?"
"Ok, I'd like that." She extended her arm, and he gave her a handshake. "I should get going before they start wondering where I am. Good luck."
She waved at Ponyboy before skipping off. Heather couldn't help but smile to herself, as she felt happy. Apologizing was worth it after all. No more awkward moments in classes anymore.
=^o^=
The cheerleaders chanted as the racers ran for the goal. They were already twelve feet from the goal, and the crowd was cheering for each racer. The track team was mostly made up of middle-classes, five Socs, and three greasers. Yet, the team was really big.
At the end, a middle-class boy named James won first place. Ponyboy won second, and another middle-class boy won third. All three walked in the center of the field, and it was up for the cheerleaders to give them their medals. Kathleen looked over at the girls, smiled, and nodded. The team then smiled, and screamed while heading towards the three winners.
Most of the cheerleaders flipped their way over, the rest skipped. They shook their pom-poms all over the place, giggling as they did so. The cheerleading captain, Cherry, placed a medal on the first place winner. One of the cheerleaders placed a medal on the third place winner, and another one placed the last medal around Ponyboy's neck.
While the cheerleaders were walking away, Heather waited until they were a few feet away and turned to Ponyboy.
"Congratulations, greaser." She said to him, secretly smiling.
...He smiled back.
I really hope y'all enjoyed this chapter. I didn't want to rush anything with Heather and Ponyboy. They aren't going to automatically start dating like in some fics. I want their relationship to flow naturally, and not be rushed. Please read and review and I hope you guys have a very Merry X-mas!