Hey Everyone! I finally got time to update! Again I apologize for taking so
long to do it, but I've been really busy. I hope it was worth waiting for.
Not a very exciting chapter but it might give better insight to how Kit
feels about things and what not! ; ) Please e-mail me with new ideas of
what should happen, or leave them in your reviews! I'm really having
trouble filling out the body of this story and I need some events to happen
before in concludes! Oh and I'm going to answer a few questions some people
asked in their reviews. Like the one about how Chet can me 19 and in high-
school. That was a mistake on my part. See in Ontario, they have OAC which
if like Grade 13 so I'm used to having people be 19 when the graduate.
Also, someone asked where I got the names Chet and Knox and you were right,
they were from Dead Poets Society! I love that movie! Haha Chet Danbury!
But Knox was my favourite character! Anyway, I've rambled on for far longer
than I needed too! Please Enjoy!
Chapter 10
Under different circumstances, Science would've been enjoyable that day. We were mixing acids and bases with indicators, which was fairly simple, but I like hands on experiments so much more than the boring old note taking Davis' always has us doing. But I kept wondering and worrying about who reported those "incidents". Whoever it was, was sure as hell a lot braver than me and I thought that if I found out who they were, I could maybe help somehow, although I didn't exactly know what I could do.
"Kit," I heard Shell say from behind me as I made my way to the geography classroom, "I swear I have to carry around a megaphone in order for you to here me sometimes."
"I'm sorry Shell," I told her, "I was just thinking." I kept walking for about five steps before I realized she wasn't with me anymore. Turning around I asked simply, "What?"
"Nothing," she said shaking her head, "It's just that, that's the second time you've done that to me in a week and, I don't know, you just seem so distant lately."
I thought about it for a while and realized that I hadn't been very honest with Shell this past week but there were some things that even she wouldn't understand.
"I've just had a lot on my mind these past few days," I say truthfully, "It's nothing. I have to go to the bathroom for a minute, so I'll see you at lunch. Just meet me at my locker first."
"Okay." She said plainly as she walked on and around the corner.
Turning in the opposite direction as her I turned to make my way to the bathroom. Just as I did I saw Chip and Cherry walking straight at me. Doing the only thing that seemed logical at the moment, I practically ran into the bathroom out of site. A smile spread across my face as I realized how juvenile I was being.
Walking over to the mirror, I quickly attempted add body to my hair. Failing, I let out a laugh thinking how I was trying to improve my apperence to remind Chet what he'd cast aside, when deep down I really didn't care what he thought. Looking at the clock, I tuned to leave in order to ensure that I wouldn't be late for class. But just as I pushed the door open, I heard someone sniffle as though they'd been crying. I turned around to see Kristy Summerlott. Instinctively I ran over to her.
"Kristy?" I asked with gentle sympathy in my voice, "What's wrong?"
"Kit," she exclaimed a bit surprised, then she turned away, "I-I didn't know anyone was in here. I'm fine, really, it's nothing."
I knew that something was obviously wrong and it must have been important. One thing I had admired in Kristy for so long was her strength and ability to find good in any situation. In all the time I'd know her, I'd never once seen her cry. But, I didn't want to get into it now in the bathroom with two minutes until next class. So I did all that I could.
"If you say so Kris," I told her, "But if you need to talk later, you know I'm here right?"
She looked up at me with her once joyful eyes, which were now covered with tears saying, "Thanks Kit, but maybe in time. Right now, I'm just not ready."
I smiled reassuringly at her before making my way back into the crowded hallway.
Geography was fun filled as always and at the end of the class I had seven pages filled with pointless notes about types of ecosystems and how they affect the earth. As always, I was the first one out of my seat when the bell rang. I don't know what it was about geography but I didn't like it at all. I couldn't really get into it, so to speak, like I could my other subject. Besides, it was right before lunch and I was hungry.
I went straight to my locker after class and realized Shell wasn't there. I also noted that Cathy wasn't there either, which meant Keith would be showing up any time soon. I needed to talk to him, explain why I had acted the way I did, but I couldn't. Not here anyway. Who knows, he might not even want to talk to me. Sometimes I wished that I could live the life of a greaser. I could get away with anything I wanted, but in a whole different perspective. People wouldn't always be expecting perfection from me. I could talk to anyone I wanted. I could just live an easy-going lifestyle. People don't realize the pressure that comes with being a Soc, unless they are one. "Hey Kit," I heard Shell say from behind me, "Did you hear about Kristy?"
"No, what happened to her?" I asked, remembering how upset she'd been earlier in the bathroom.
"She got sent home by the guidance councilor," she told me, "Apparently, Davis, that bastard, tried to-"
I tuned her out at that point. I knew exactly what he'd tried to do. It all made sense now. Everything fit together and I was furious. How could he do this to me, her and god knows who else. He'd made the most emotionally stable girl I know break down and cry in public. I slammed my locker and turned to leave when Michelle grabbed my wrist.
"Where are you going Kit?" she asked me with aggravation in her voice.
"You wouldn't understand." I told her directly.
"Well obviously not since you never tell me anything anymore." She replied angrily, "God Kit, it's like we're not even friends anymore. Don't you trust me?"
"Of course I trust you. I'll tell you everything later," I lied, I had no intention of telling her anything, "Just right now I have to go. I'll see you in English class."
With that I turned and ran. Ran down the hall, down the stairs and right out the front door. I didn't care what people saw right then. My mind was clouded with too many thoughts. Tears of rage and frustration teamed down my face. I didn't know where I was going. All I knew was I needed to cool off.
"Hey are you alright?" Someone said, stepping in front of me.
"I'm fine," I replied, "Just leave me alone. Please."
I looked up to see a boy who seemed vaguely familiar. I remembered him from the night that I had broken it off with Chet. He was a friend of Keith's and obviously a bit younger than me. He seemed sweet so I wasn't intimidated by him.
"Now, I wouldn't know what the dictionary definition of fine is," he said smoothly, "But to my understanding, you're defiantly not it. I think it best for you to cool off before you do something you might regret. Here, sit down."
I hesitated at first not wanting people to see me with a greaser, but we were at the front of the school and no one usually goes through there at lunch time. They're all either in the cafeteria or the parking lot. So I sat with the boy.
"Who are you?" I said bluntly, "I'm sorry, it's just I don't really know you and I was wondering the name of the boy who's been so nice to me."
"My name," he repeated, "It's Ponyboy Curtis."
"Why that's quite a unique name," I said, wiping the tears from my face, then I remembered who he was. He was one of the boys who'd been there the night Cherry's boyfriend Bod was killed. I decided not to say anything about it so I just said, "You're parents must be very creative."
He looked away from me and muttered, "Yeah, they were."
It didn't take long for me to realize the situation, "I'm sorry."
"That's alright," he said, and then eager to change the subject he added, "So why were you running away like that. You seemed pretty upset about something."
"Well it's hard to get into right now," I told him, "Besides, I wouldn't want to burden you with the truth about the faculty here. You probably couldn't comprehend it."
"I understand. You don't want to talk about it. I know I sure wouldn't want-".
Ponyboy was cut off by a familiar voice calling out, "Hey Pony! Stop trying to pick up girls and lets go."
"Alright Two-Bit," He called back, "I'll be right there." Then he turned to me, "Are you going to be alright."
"I'll be fine for now," I said smiling, "Thank you Ponyboy. You're a real nice kid."
Just then I turned around and saw Keith looking at me. His face showed signs of anger and pain though he tried to hide it.
"I'm surprised she let you talk to her Pon," He yelled loud enough so I could hear purposely, "I mean after all, you are just greaser trash like me."
I tried to ignore him, brushing it off, but how could I. I'd be lying to myself if I said that it didn't hurt hearing him say that. But that made me think how he must've felt when I called him that earlier. I got up to go talk to him but he just turned and walked away. How could I let society rule my life like this, and worse, how could I let it rule my heart?
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Chapter 10
Under different circumstances, Science would've been enjoyable that day. We were mixing acids and bases with indicators, which was fairly simple, but I like hands on experiments so much more than the boring old note taking Davis' always has us doing. But I kept wondering and worrying about who reported those "incidents". Whoever it was, was sure as hell a lot braver than me and I thought that if I found out who they were, I could maybe help somehow, although I didn't exactly know what I could do.
"Kit," I heard Shell say from behind me as I made my way to the geography classroom, "I swear I have to carry around a megaphone in order for you to here me sometimes."
"I'm sorry Shell," I told her, "I was just thinking." I kept walking for about five steps before I realized she wasn't with me anymore. Turning around I asked simply, "What?"
"Nothing," she said shaking her head, "It's just that, that's the second time you've done that to me in a week and, I don't know, you just seem so distant lately."
I thought about it for a while and realized that I hadn't been very honest with Shell this past week but there were some things that even she wouldn't understand.
"I've just had a lot on my mind these past few days," I say truthfully, "It's nothing. I have to go to the bathroom for a minute, so I'll see you at lunch. Just meet me at my locker first."
"Okay." She said plainly as she walked on and around the corner.
Turning in the opposite direction as her I turned to make my way to the bathroom. Just as I did I saw Chip and Cherry walking straight at me. Doing the only thing that seemed logical at the moment, I practically ran into the bathroom out of site. A smile spread across my face as I realized how juvenile I was being.
Walking over to the mirror, I quickly attempted add body to my hair. Failing, I let out a laugh thinking how I was trying to improve my apperence to remind Chet what he'd cast aside, when deep down I really didn't care what he thought. Looking at the clock, I tuned to leave in order to ensure that I wouldn't be late for class. But just as I pushed the door open, I heard someone sniffle as though they'd been crying. I turned around to see Kristy Summerlott. Instinctively I ran over to her.
"Kristy?" I asked with gentle sympathy in my voice, "What's wrong?"
"Kit," she exclaimed a bit surprised, then she turned away, "I-I didn't know anyone was in here. I'm fine, really, it's nothing."
I knew that something was obviously wrong and it must have been important. One thing I had admired in Kristy for so long was her strength and ability to find good in any situation. In all the time I'd know her, I'd never once seen her cry. But, I didn't want to get into it now in the bathroom with two minutes until next class. So I did all that I could.
"If you say so Kris," I told her, "But if you need to talk later, you know I'm here right?"
She looked up at me with her once joyful eyes, which were now covered with tears saying, "Thanks Kit, but maybe in time. Right now, I'm just not ready."
I smiled reassuringly at her before making my way back into the crowded hallway.
Geography was fun filled as always and at the end of the class I had seven pages filled with pointless notes about types of ecosystems and how they affect the earth. As always, I was the first one out of my seat when the bell rang. I don't know what it was about geography but I didn't like it at all. I couldn't really get into it, so to speak, like I could my other subject. Besides, it was right before lunch and I was hungry.
I went straight to my locker after class and realized Shell wasn't there. I also noted that Cathy wasn't there either, which meant Keith would be showing up any time soon. I needed to talk to him, explain why I had acted the way I did, but I couldn't. Not here anyway. Who knows, he might not even want to talk to me. Sometimes I wished that I could live the life of a greaser. I could get away with anything I wanted, but in a whole different perspective. People wouldn't always be expecting perfection from me. I could talk to anyone I wanted. I could just live an easy-going lifestyle. People don't realize the pressure that comes with being a Soc, unless they are one. "Hey Kit," I heard Shell say from behind me, "Did you hear about Kristy?"
"No, what happened to her?" I asked, remembering how upset she'd been earlier in the bathroom.
"She got sent home by the guidance councilor," she told me, "Apparently, Davis, that bastard, tried to-"
I tuned her out at that point. I knew exactly what he'd tried to do. It all made sense now. Everything fit together and I was furious. How could he do this to me, her and god knows who else. He'd made the most emotionally stable girl I know break down and cry in public. I slammed my locker and turned to leave when Michelle grabbed my wrist.
"Where are you going Kit?" she asked me with aggravation in her voice.
"You wouldn't understand." I told her directly.
"Well obviously not since you never tell me anything anymore." She replied angrily, "God Kit, it's like we're not even friends anymore. Don't you trust me?"
"Of course I trust you. I'll tell you everything later," I lied, I had no intention of telling her anything, "Just right now I have to go. I'll see you in English class."
With that I turned and ran. Ran down the hall, down the stairs and right out the front door. I didn't care what people saw right then. My mind was clouded with too many thoughts. Tears of rage and frustration teamed down my face. I didn't know where I was going. All I knew was I needed to cool off.
"Hey are you alright?" Someone said, stepping in front of me.
"I'm fine," I replied, "Just leave me alone. Please."
I looked up to see a boy who seemed vaguely familiar. I remembered him from the night that I had broken it off with Chet. He was a friend of Keith's and obviously a bit younger than me. He seemed sweet so I wasn't intimidated by him.
"Now, I wouldn't know what the dictionary definition of fine is," he said smoothly, "But to my understanding, you're defiantly not it. I think it best for you to cool off before you do something you might regret. Here, sit down."
I hesitated at first not wanting people to see me with a greaser, but we were at the front of the school and no one usually goes through there at lunch time. They're all either in the cafeteria or the parking lot. So I sat with the boy.
"Who are you?" I said bluntly, "I'm sorry, it's just I don't really know you and I was wondering the name of the boy who's been so nice to me."
"My name," he repeated, "It's Ponyboy Curtis."
"Why that's quite a unique name," I said, wiping the tears from my face, then I remembered who he was. He was one of the boys who'd been there the night Cherry's boyfriend Bod was killed. I decided not to say anything about it so I just said, "You're parents must be very creative."
He looked away from me and muttered, "Yeah, they were."
It didn't take long for me to realize the situation, "I'm sorry."
"That's alright," he said, and then eager to change the subject he added, "So why were you running away like that. You seemed pretty upset about something."
"Well it's hard to get into right now," I told him, "Besides, I wouldn't want to burden you with the truth about the faculty here. You probably couldn't comprehend it."
"I understand. You don't want to talk about it. I know I sure wouldn't want-".
Ponyboy was cut off by a familiar voice calling out, "Hey Pony! Stop trying to pick up girls and lets go."
"Alright Two-Bit," He called back, "I'll be right there." Then he turned to me, "Are you going to be alright."
"I'll be fine for now," I said smiling, "Thank you Ponyboy. You're a real nice kid."
Just then I turned around and saw Keith looking at me. His face showed signs of anger and pain though he tried to hide it.
"I'm surprised she let you talk to her Pon," He yelled loud enough so I could hear purposely, "I mean after all, you are just greaser trash like me."
I tried to ignore him, brushing it off, but how could I. I'd be lying to myself if I said that it didn't hurt hearing him say that. But that made me think how he must've felt when I called him that earlier. I got up to go talk to him but he just turned and walked away. How could I let society rule my life like this, and worse, how could I let it rule my heart?
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