A/N: Uh, okay… Motivate me with reviews. I'm in one of the biggest writing slouches I've ever been in during my life, but the more reviews I have the more I'll see a reason to write. If it wasn't thanks to Heidi here (pokes OMG NO WAYY x53), I wouldn't be updating yet at all. Hence why it's short, because I'm totally unmotivated and only writing
Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders.
"So we're playing football again after school Johnny, want to come again? Ponyboy was happy with you being there last time, maybe he'll stay quiet this time if you come too… My brothers friend is coming this time, he's really nice and he's funny-" Soda was saying, but he was interrupted.
"Silence," someone said, and Johnny looked up to see that a teacher had finally came into the room. "For whoever doesn't know, I'm Mr. Sherdock… I expect you all know why you're here, and I hope you all brought something to do, because from now on, there will be no talking," he finished, and the room went silent except for the sound of pages ruffling and the scratching of pencils on paper.
Mr. Sherdock was a plump man who was almost bald except for a little gray hair left on the top of his head. Despite his rather old appearance, he came across as a man not to be messed with; and judging by the silence in the room Johnny thought he was right and no one dared disobey him.
Johnny picked up a piece of paper and tried to make it seem like he was doing something by moving his pen around, but he wasn't writing a word; he was thinking of how his life had changed in only a few days.
"Keith," Mr. Sherdock said, and Johnny looked up to see him staring at someone sitting somewhere behind him. Mr. Sherdock stood up. "Keith!" Still, no one answered. "Mr. Matthews!"
"Yeah?" said someone whom Johnny assumed was Keith.
"Sit your chair on all four legs and get to work."
Johnny heard the snap of chair legs hitting the floor, and the boy said "But I don't got any work."
"You cannot tell me that you do not have any work to do when you're failing my class and have only handed in two assignments all year, Keith," the teacher said in an annoyed voice. Johnny turned around in his chair to see the boy shrug. He was older than Johnny, and Johnny knew he was a few grades higher. He saw the boy grin.
"I didn't say I don't got any work to do, I said I don't got any work… Here." He made a sweeping gesture with his hands across his desk, as though to show that he had nothing on it.
Johnny turned around and started to doodle on his paper. He didn't want to listen to any more of the conversation, because he was sure Keith was about to get in trouble. Needless to say, he was surprised when a few minutes later Keith plopped down into the seat ahead of him, turned around, and started poking him.
"What?" Johnny asked in surprise.
"I need paper," he answered, and pointed at the little pile of paper Johnny had stored below the sheet he was doodling on. Johnny silently gave a piece to Keith, but when Keith kept his hand outstretched he gave him another piece, and another, until he only had the piece he was doodling on left. Keith smiled and turned around, and Johnny turned back to his doodling.
Twing! Johnny looked up to see Keith turned half way around in his seat with an elastic band around his thumb and middle finger, saw him pull it back to make a V, put a little piece of paper in and let it go, sending the paper across the room, hitting someone in the side of the head.
"Keith!" the teacher said again, and Johnny heard Soda and Keith snigger.
"Yes?"
"That's now how you use paper. Don't do that any more."
"Okay!" Keith said, now balling up paper and throwing it at the teachers head.
"Detention again, Mr. Matthews, after school. You'll be cleaning blackboards, alone." His voice left no room or argument, which of course meant that Keith had to argue.
"How many times do you call me Mr. Matthews and I tell you to call me Two-Bit?" he asked. "But I can't do it today after school, I'm playing football with Soda here, and I can't miss it." Like Mr. Sherdock, his voice left no room for argument.
"Do not use that tone with me, Keith. Today, after school. This room, don't be late." With that, the bell rang and everyone in the room ran for the door, eager to get out of that room.
