Nope, for those of you checking in. I still don't own The Outsiders!
Chapter Three; Your Shirt
[Katie]
Third and fourth went by really slow. Gym was over, third and fourth were math and history for me. The boring stuff. I almost fell asleep in history! I was really tired, anyways. From gym, I mean. I was just ready for the day to be over so I could go meet Ponyboy and his friends.
By lunch time, I was in a really good mood. I hadn't made very many new friends, but this one girl, Sophie Summers, was real nice to me. She even told me to call her Opie, which is normally something only her friends call her! I had invited her to sit with us at lunch, but it had slipped my mind that not everyone at this new school knew everybody, like my old school. In Windrixville Middle, I would meet Brayden, my twin brother outside to eat lunch. He'd bring his friends, I'd bring mine. Everybody knew everybody. When I sat by Pony and told him, he told me it'd be okay, that he was always open to new friends who wouldn't make fun of his name. He was really self concious about his name. I don't know why, I really did like it. I liked his eyes too, the way they were grey when he was angry or upset, and the way the green lit up at any other time.
"You don't look like a December kid!" Ponyboy teased. "No way, not with your green eyes and blonde hair, no way!"
We'd been talking about birthdays. My birthday was December 10th. The only one out of me or my twin that actually looked like we were born in December was Brayden. I had to agree with Ponyboy. There was no way I looked like a December kid. Maybe at least a May kid.
My twin brother and I aren't the type of twin you think of when you think twins. We're not "identical twins". We're fraternal. I have green eyes and blonde hair, while Bray has blue eyes and dark hair. I'm also older. Sure, we're both fourteen, but I was born ten minutes before him. Ten is always the number popping up in my life. Why do you think my basketball number is ten?
When I told Ponyboy I played basketball, he responded with "Really? I do track!"
"Really? That's cool!" I said. "I cheer and I do basketball. Brayden is the girls basketball manager. Speaking of Bray. . . here he comes!"
Ponyboy turned around to see Bray coming towards us. "Hey, O.K.!" he grinned his wild toothy grin. Brayden was a bit of a prankster.
"Don't call me that, butthead." I retorted, slapping his arm, which resorted to all three of us laughing our heads off. Then, Ponyboy looked confused.
"I thought you said you were twins." he said.
So I had to explain the whole "fraternal twins" thing to him.
"Makes sense. I'm Ponyboy." he reached his arm towards Brayden, and they shook hands.
"I'm Brayden. Nice to meet you."
"Heard a lot about you." said Ponyboy.
"Really?" said Bray, looking down at me.
"Yep. So. . . O.K.?"
"Yeah," I rolled my eyes at Bray. "That's my initials. My real name is Olivia Kate. My middle name is where Katie comes from."
"Cool!"
When I said my goodbyes and threw my stuff away, this random kid, who I'd heard to be names David, "accidentally" spilled his chocolate milk on me.
"Ughhhh," I growled. I had been wearing a white shirt.
Also, Ponyboy invited me and Bray to eat lunch at The Dingo with him tomorrow. He explained to me that the only time that "greasers" eat in the cafeteria was the first day of school. He also had explained to me what greasers and Socs were. He said there was middle-class, too, but he didn't know any middle-class kids.
I went to my next class wearing Ponyboy's track shirt he'd offered me out of his locker to change into when he noticed I had a chocolate mild stained shirt.