Chapter 2 (thanks for the reviews! Keep sending!)
Kayla's waiting for me when I get to school, and Sodapop gets a hard look on his face. He just looks at me, then her, then me. He thinks that it won't work with Kayla and me. I knew he wouldn't understand. "Who's that girl, Pony?" Darry noticed how tense Soda got when he saw her. I shrug as if I don't even know which girl he's talking about and get out of the car. They drive off, and then Kayla starts in on me. "I'm not about to stay a secret forever, Ponyboy. You need to tell them. Especially Soda. He may not like it, but he's got to know." I shrug her off. "Chill out, will ya? I'm trying to tell them, but they're not going to approve. If Soda doesn't approve, you know Darry won't." "Why do you think they won't approve, huh?" She knows why. She knows what Soda thinks of her, and she knows why. The bell rings, and we go to class.
Sodapop is waiting for me after school today, he's supposed to be at work. "Pony, get in the car. We need to talk." I get in, he drives off and doesn't say anything for a long time. He has this far-off look in his eyes, and I've never seen him so tense. Finally, he says, "What are you doing, Pony? Why don't you think about what you're doing? Huh? Darry's right, you know, you never use your head! You'd think by now you'd get it, but you don't. You think that it's really going to work? You think with you it will be different?" I don't think I've ever seen Sodapop so mad at me before. I'm scared to tell him that yes, I do think with me it will be different. Instead, I just shrug. "That's your answer to everything, isn't it. Just shrug it off and it will go away. Well, this isn't going away, Pony. You're going to get hurt and I don't want to see that happen." " I like Kayla. I'm sorry that you don't approve, but that really isn't my problem." Soda keeps interrupting me, he keeps saying, "Where are they, huh? In your pockets? In your backpack? Let me see your backpack!" And I just keep talking. "I'll just do it until Kayla loves me anyways, then I'll stop, I promise, I'll stop!" Soda is reaching in every pocket in my backpack. "Where are they? WHERE ARE THEY????" Finally, he stops searching. His hands stop grabbing. He just, simply, stops. He looks at me, not wanting to believe what he's known all along. In what seems like an eternity later, he pulls out the grass-looking substance wrapped in a small ziplock bag. He pulls out the drugs.
Kayla's waiting for me when I get to school, and Sodapop gets a hard look on his face. He just looks at me, then her, then me. He thinks that it won't work with Kayla and me. I knew he wouldn't understand. "Who's that girl, Pony?" Darry noticed how tense Soda got when he saw her. I shrug as if I don't even know which girl he's talking about and get out of the car. They drive off, and then Kayla starts in on me. "I'm not about to stay a secret forever, Ponyboy. You need to tell them. Especially Soda. He may not like it, but he's got to know." I shrug her off. "Chill out, will ya? I'm trying to tell them, but they're not going to approve. If Soda doesn't approve, you know Darry won't." "Why do you think they won't approve, huh?" She knows why. She knows what Soda thinks of her, and she knows why. The bell rings, and we go to class.
Sodapop is waiting for me after school today, he's supposed to be at work. "Pony, get in the car. We need to talk." I get in, he drives off and doesn't say anything for a long time. He has this far-off look in his eyes, and I've never seen him so tense. Finally, he says, "What are you doing, Pony? Why don't you think about what you're doing? Huh? Darry's right, you know, you never use your head! You'd think by now you'd get it, but you don't. You think that it's really going to work? You think with you it will be different?" I don't think I've ever seen Sodapop so mad at me before. I'm scared to tell him that yes, I do think with me it will be different. Instead, I just shrug. "That's your answer to everything, isn't it. Just shrug it off and it will go away. Well, this isn't going away, Pony. You're going to get hurt and I don't want to see that happen." " I like Kayla. I'm sorry that you don't approve, but that really isn't my problem." Soda keeps interrupting me, he keeps saying, "Where are they, huh? In your pockets? In your backpack? Let me see your backpack!" And I just keep talking. "I'll just do it until Kayla loves me anyways, then I'll stop, I promise, I'll stop!" Soda is reaching in every pocket in my backpack. "Where are they? WHERE ARE THEY????" Finally, he stops searching. His hands stop grabbing. He just, simply, stops. He looks at me, not wanting to believe what he's known all along. In what seems like an eternity later, he pulls out the grass-looking substance wrapped in a small ziplock bag. He pulls out the drugs.