OK everyone!

A/N: I'm changing up the story just a bit. I hope you like it how it is though.

This story goes out to: ClarkKentsgirl96

WARNING: LANGUAGE! and SEXUAL PREFERANCES!

RATING: MEGA-M!


Ponyboy's POV

I walked to school in a happy mood as well as wearing the bright blue sweater Dally bought for me. It was a soft sweater it was bright and matched the jeans I got from him too. They were the skinny jeans. I felt like a princess wearing this. But my bad for wearing it on the same day as Alice Cooper. Some snobby bitch. I was in chemisrty we were working with bleach and some other toxins when I was assigned with Alice. She had on the smae pants and shirt she looked at me in utter shamness. I wonder why. (Duh, I'm a greaser, sh's a soc!) I was mixing something when she "accidently" knocked over some white bleach that got all over my shirt that Dallas bought me!

"Oops, sorry" She giggled. I ran out of the classroom, in tears. I've never had somthing nice like this and she went off and ruined it! I stood in the bathroom crying for about ten minutes trying despretly to get the stain out but it was no use. So I decided to just go home, it was my last class of the day and I wasn't going to miss anything. I walked out of the school and made my way across the parking lot. I noticed Alice's car. I smiled an evil smile. I found some of the paint still left out by some of the art studesnt who were drawing trees in the courtyard. They must of been too lazy and left their stuff out. So I made my way to the pain, i picked out some black pain and threw it all over her car. They were paint cans too, big and heavy ones so I'm guessing I also left some marks on her, Red Sting ray.

I walked away smiling at the car it looked like shit right now. Dallas Winston you're a bad influsnce on me.


I decided to change out of my shirt and put on a hot-pink one. Thank God my jeans wern't ruiend that would of sucked. I put on the hot pink shirt and walked out into the living room where I saw a note.

Ponyboy or Sodapop.

Please for God's sake, DO NOT trash the house while I'm gone.
I'm leaving to go to the outskirts of town to work on a house. We
get paid more if we took this job. I'm not going to pass off any more
money then I can get.

I'll be home later then ten.

Ponyboy, I expect to see your report card!
Sodapop, no food coloring.

-Darry.

"Aw!" I turned to see that Sodapop was reading over my shoulder. I smiled knowing I might be able to eat somthing "normal" tonight. Not that I don't like purple waffles or green eggs and ham. But I can't stand to eat anything colorful tonight, not after what happened today.

"Can I still make somthing colorful?" Sodapop whined.

"Ha, Ha. No." I smiled.

"Pretty please, with a Pepsi on top?" He asked. I smiled and shook my head no. He knows how Darry'll act once he finds out Sodapop disobayed. I helped make chicken with Sodapop when we finished as if on que Two-Bit sat at the table waiting to be surved. He makes me laugh when he does stuff like that. Steve joined us as well. Not that I minded or anything. I only care if he starts in on some jokes about wemon or somthing like that. Steve once made a sexist Joke about me to Sodapop and Sodapop pretended not to hear and he also pretended not to notice Darry tackle Steve and beat his face in.

The one good thing about being a girl is when I start cooking somthing it automatically is great tasting. I don't know what I do. I follow the recipie and everything but everything I make turns out better then Darry or Sodapop ever make. I think it's just genetics or somthing. But Steve says it's a womans instint to make good cookin' anything to keep him from saying anything sexist is fine with me.

I noticed Johnny walk in the door and I made him a plate.

I can't tell if he's still shooken up by the Socs or not. But as long as he's happy. I'm happy.

Dallas walked in the door and pulled me aside. He grabbed me tightly on the arm. Which could only mean that it's urgent.


"What's up?" I asked.

"Do you love me?" He asked.

"what?"

"Do you love me?" He repeated. I nodded Why was he asking me this? He put his hands in his face. What's going on?

"Dallas?" I asked. "on. What's wrong?"

"Sylvia." He said. "She wants me back."

I felt a hard lump in the gut. I wanted to puke up every bit of my chicken I ate at dinner. I had such a bad feeling it wasn't funny.

"What do you want?" I asked.

Dallas looked at me. I felt tears come to my eyes. I knew what he wanted...and It wasn't me.


There's more where that came from LOL

DUN, DUN, DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

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-Kylelover101