Chapter 3: When Hurting People Cross Paths
Lachrymose
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Ponyboy's POV (November 25th, 1966)
While I was walking down the school's dark hallway toward math class I spotted Cherry Valace's long, fiery red hair. Her back was turned so I couldn't see her face, but I could tell that she was with Randy, but besides that she was otherwise alone. I approached her.
"Hey, Cherry. Did you understand that math homework?" I asked her. Both her and Randy turned around to look at me and Cherry shot angry, evil daggers at me.
"Why don't you just leave us alone?" She cried. I tried to follow her as she walked away angrily.
"Cherry, I don't understand-" I started desperately, but she turned around and got in my face.
"You and Johnny killed my boyfriend! Why don't you just leave me alone! Haven't you done enough damage?" She screamed. I shook and went wide-eyed. Randy wrapped his arm around her shoulders and shot me an apology glance, leading her away from me. I could only stand there, shocked and hurt.
Cherry wasn't different, she was just like every other smug, stuck-up, heartless West Side Soc. I bitterly walked to my next class, which happened to be English with Mr. Symes.
OoOoOoO (November 29th, 1966)
Cherry apologized to me the next time we saw each other, but since then I had tried to ignore her and I avoided her at all costs. She probably read the paper and believed what it said about us and the fire.
"Ponyboy! Did you finish your math and science homework?" Darry called from the kitchen table.
I called back to him, "Yeah, I got my math honework done." I handed him my math packet along with my textbook. It was on graphing linear equations. Darry shook his head and handed it back to me before he even finished grading question ten.
"You've already missed four. Concentrate harder, Ponyboy. It's not that hard. Do it again, and don't come back out here until you know it's correct," Darry lectured me. Nodding, I went back into my room to complete it. It took me over four hours for just those forty problems, but I finally completed them to Darry's high standards.
A/N: Thank you to GreaserG1rl201 for her awesome suggestion with Cherry! :) I am so sorry about the shortness.
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