Please let me know if you didn't understand what the last chapter was! Otherwise, here you go.
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"Vi? Vi, wake up..." Someone said. I felt hands gently shaking my shoulders.
"What do you want?" I groaned sleepily, pulling the blanket up around my chin. Mornings are not my thing.
"Breakfast is ready," The voice said again.
"I'm up," I said, sitting up and leaning on my elbow. I had missed dinner last night, and was starving. Looking down, I realised I had fallen asleep fully clothed. I looked at the boy who was stood in front of me, and my heart skipped a beat. He was one of the most beautiful boys I had ever seen. He had the same hair as ponyboy, but lighter. He had dazzling blue eyes like I'd never seen. He looked like a movie star. He was laughing at my enthusiasm for breakfast, and I mentally kicked myself for looking such a mess.
"Im Sodapop, Ponyboy's brother. He told me to wake you up," He told me, smiling warmly. I smiled and nodded, throwing the blanket off myself and standing up. I reached just under shoulder height to him. He led me through to the kitchen, and pulled out a chair for me.
"Thanks," I said, sitting down and pulling the chair underneath me. Another boy who was about 17 or 18 wolf whistled.
"Ain't she a bit young for you, Sodapop?" He quipped, chocolate all around his face. Sodapop replied by smacking his shoulder.
"Shut it, Steve,"
"Good morning, Vi," Ponyboy said, entering the kitchen with soaking wet hair.
"Morning," I said, smiling. He sat down on the chair next to me. Darry brought our breakfast over, and put it all on the plate in the middle of the table. We all dug into the food, the boys chowing down the food like animals. The only one who wasn't was Darry. The others finished the food in record time, and left their plates on the table. Darry and I sat awkwardly, not knowing what to say.
"Thanks, Darry. It was nice of you to let me stay, I appreciate it" I said, not looking up from my food. He nodded solemnly.
"Its fine, we couldn't have you staying alone. I have to go to work now," He said, dismissing the subject. He got up, calling Soda and his friend Steve to get to work. They all said bye to Pony and I and left, slamming the door behind them. I got up and started doing the dishes. Pony came over and gently took the plate out of my hands.
"What are you doing?" I said, turning to face him.
"You don't have to do those. You're our guest," he said, smiling. Our faces were inches apart. I could feel his breath on my cheek.
"I want to. Its the least I can do," I stuttered, picking the dish up and cleaning it. He shook his head.
"Alright," he sighed, bringing the other plates over to me.
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After we had done the dishes, we were sat down in the living room watching tv.
"Ponyboy, can I take a shower?" I asked him, pulling my hair out of the ponytail I had it in.
"Sure, Vi." He told me, staring at me.
"What?" I questioned, standing up. I was starting to get uncomfortable.
"Your hair looks real pretty like that," He said, blushing. I smiled, and thanked him. My hair had been up yesterday, and letting it down showed my natural waves.
"Thanks, Pony. Yours looks real pretty too,"
He shook his head and chuckled. He was so sweet and shy. I walked into the bathroom, and eventually figured out how to turn the shower on. The bathroom was really clean, considering so many boys lived here. I undressed and jumped into the shower. I washed my sore, tired body, the lump on my forehead still feeling tender. I washed my hair, and got out. I wrapped the towel that was on the radiator around my body, and squeezed my hair out over the tub. I grabbed the stuff off the floor, and walked back out into the living room. I didn't realise Ponyboy was still sat on the sofa. I blushed scarlet, cheeks burning. He didn't know where to look.
"I-uhh. Where's the bedroom?" I asked,stuttering. Pony pointed to the room, and I quickly ran into it, shutting the door behind me. I opened the closest and found some of my clothes hung up, and the shoes on the bottom. Pony was right; his clothes were piled all over the floor. Only a few tidy shirts were hung up in the closet. I pondered over what I was going to wear. I picked out the lilac skirt and one of the shirts. The sun was still scorching outside, and I didn't want to be too bundled up. I got dressed, buttoning my shirt up. I put my Converse back on, and went to shut the closet when I noticed a small shoulder bag at the bottom of it. I pulled it out and opened it,and a bag of makeup and a purse fell out. I opened the purse,and saw my student ID.
•Violetta Fowler
•Central High School, Tulsa
•Sophomore, 9th Grade
•2016
Pony must have picked it up, I thought. I put everything back,and hid it under the bag from Sallys. If anyone found the ID, I would be busted. I put some cover-up and powder on, and walked back out into the room.
"So, what are we going to do today?" I asked, plopping down on the couch. Ponyboy shrugged nonchalantly, looking over to me.
"We could ask Johnny to come to the movies?" He suggested, eyes lighting up at the idea. I nodded in agreement.
"Sure. Let me grab my jacket," I said. He nodded,putting a sweatshirt on over his t-shirt. I ran to the room, and picked up my lipstick, mascara and money and shoved them in my pocked. I brushed my hair with a small comb from the bag,and my long,wavy hair had mostly dried by now due to the heat. I pinned it back with some grips from my purse.
We left the house, locking the door behind us. We walked two blocks down the street, and a black Mustang pulled up next to us. The boys in the car were screaming abuse at Ponyboy. He ignored it, walking close to me.
"Are you gonna take that?!" I demanded. He shook his head.
"We're outnumbered. I don't wanna fight, especially in front of a lady" He whispered to me, keeping his head high and fists clenched in his pockets.
"Hey, asshole. Mind shutting the fuck up?" I shouted, walking in front of Ponyboy. He grabbed my arm, but i shrugged him off. One of the boys stood up. He had blonde hair and a white letterman jacket on.
"Whats a pretty little gal like you doing with that scumbag?" He asked, nodding towards Ponyboy. I shook my head disbelieving.
"You're one to talk!" I said, glaring at him.
"Ohh, a fierce one aren't we?" He said, winking.
"Go to hell," I scoffed, grabbing Ponyboys arm and walking quickly ahead. They kept driving next to us, not taking the hint. We walked for another block, with them still hauling abuse at us. Ponyboy lead me up to a house, pulling me inside the fence.
"See you around, babe," the same boy said, winking slyly. I flipped him off, still linking arms with Ponyboy, and walked up the steps of the house. They drove off, and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Ponyboy stared wide-eyed at me. I dropped his hand.
"What? Ain't ever heard a girl cuss before?" I quizzed.
"Not a girl like you. Heard the greaser girls cuss, but you got more class. I thought you were a soc," He said disbelievingly.
"As if! They are assholes. I'm a greaser," I said proudly. If thats what the Soc's are, I definitely didn't want to be one.
"You're too pretty to be a greaser, Vi." Ponyboy sighed.
"You're full of compliments today, aren't ya," I remarked, looking away. He laughed awkwardly. We both didn't know what to do for a while, both kicking up the dust in the front yard. We heard a loud crashing noise, and a lot of screaming. I jumped out of my skin, and grabbed on to Ponyboy's arm. A boy, about our age, ran out of the house, a large graze on his forearm oozing blood. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw us standing there.
"Johnny, this is Violetta. She's staying with us for a while." Ponyboy said, introducing me to Johnny. He nodded and smiled, seeming very shy. His eyes were full of hurt, but he kept his cool. His arm, however, was still oozing blood.
"Are you okay?" I asked, watching him gently extend his arm. He nodded.
"Im good, thanks. It'll stop in a while," He said dismissively. I shook my head, looking around for something to stop the bleeding. There was a dishcloth hanging up on the line. I pulled it off and wrapped it tight around the cut. He smiled thankfully, and slung his denim jacket over his shoulder,holding the cloth tightly.
"So, where are we going? The movie ain't playing till 2pm" Pony asked, breaking the tense atmosphere.
"Show me around. I ain't ever been on this side of town before,"
"Sure, lets go," Pony said,opening the fence. All three of us left, and wandered off into the street.