Chapter 4: The Sickly Sweet, Staff's Pity
Lachrymose
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Cherry's POV (November 25th, 1966)
I was minding my own business, talking to Randy about our science teacher, Mr. Lewandowski, when Ponyboy walked up behind me. The sound of his voice startled me, chilling me to the bone with memories.
"Can you see the sunset real good from the West Side?"
"Hey, Cherry. Did you understand that math homework?" Ponyboy asked me. I shot what I hoped was terrifying daggers at him, but I was struggling to maintain my brave façade.
Your losing your freakin' marbles, Sherri, my head lectured me. The voice was silent, keen, yet felt as loud as a thousand people at a Beatles' concert.
"Why don't you just leave us alone?" I cried. Ponyboy had the nerve to try and follow me as I tried to walk away from him. I tried to blow out an angry, sharp breath and regain my composure, but it came out more as a sob.
"Cherry, I don't understand-" Ponyboy started desperately, but I turned around quickly and got up close in his face. He wasn't going to follow me around like this anymore like a stupid lost puppy. He needed to get the point and leave me and Randy alone.
"You and Johnny killed my boyfriend! Why don't you just leave me alone! Haven't you done enough damage?" I screamed. He shook and went wide-eyed. Randy wrapped his arm around my shoulders and shot him a sad, apologetic glance.
Traitor. Bob was your friend too.
He lead me away from him before I could do any real damage. Ponyboy just stood there looking shocked at our reaction. My blood boiled.
Ponyboy wasn't different, he was just a cold, no-good hood. Just like Dallas Winston and Tim Shepard and every other greaser from the East Side of Tulsa. Maybe even worse. Him and Johnny.
Randy slowly walks with me to the front office of the school and sat me down in a patterned, light green chair. "Look sick," he commanded me in a hushed whisper.
"Hi Mrs. Wireman. Cherry isn't feelin' to well, and I think that it would be best if I took her home for the day. Would you mind excusing her from classes?" Randy asked her kindly.
She smiled softly and shot a glance at me from behind her pale pink glasses. I threw in a fake cough for extra measurement, resisting the urge to run out of there, away from her sickly sweet and pitiful expression. Ever since Bob, all the teachers and staff pitied me and s few other Socs that were close to him.
"Oh, of course, dear. You just rest up and feel better, alright?" Mrs. Wireman advised me sweetly. I almost gagged at her, but instead pasted my good-girl church smile on my face and nodded weakly.
"Thank you," I told her gratefully. Keeping up my persona, I let Randy help me out of the chair and he lead me out of the door, but as soon as we were out of her hawk-like gaze Randy aloud me to walk on my own and I gladly separated from him. It reminded me way too much of the way Bob would hold me late at night when I was tired.
Aufenthalt Gold,
~Alee xXx