Disclaimer: I own Vicki, please do not use her unless you ask me (j/k). Y'all know who everyone else belongs to.

*Vicki's POV*

I tapped my pencil on the desk. Detention wasn't something new for me, but I'd never gotten detention on my first day at a new school. Today was my first day at Tulsa High, and I was already in bad with all the staff. Let them think what they want. It's never really bothered me before. I looked over at the boy next to me. Earlier he had introduced himself as Ponyboy Curtis. What a weird name. He did look like a nice guy, a greaser, but no the less he did look pretty nice. He looked over at me and scowled. Okay he did have every right to be mad at me; after all it was my fault he got detention. Oh well, I put my head down on my desk for a nice long nap.

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I felt someone shaking me. "Hey girl!" a guy's voice said. "We can go home now." I fluttered my eyes open, and looked right into Ponyboy's eyes. "My name is Vicki," I said coolly.

"Alright. Well then, Vicki we can go home now."

God this kid was gonna get on my last nerves. Did he think that I was going to be his friend? "'Scuse me but what we? No one ever said that we were friends. Why don't you just back off."

"I never said we were friends. I and would you mind telling me I would wanna be friends with someone like you?"

"Someone like me?! What the hell is that supposed to mean. You're just some little JD. Glory! Don't go all actin like 'Mr. High-and-mighty'. I swear you ain't nothin but a……" I proceeded to call him every name in the book. And I had actually thought that this kid was nice.

Ponyboy seemed a little pale. "You---" he started. "You're--- you're---"

"Spit it out!" I shouted.

"My god! You are just like Dally!" Ponyboy looked really scared.

Oh my god. He knew Dally. I hadn't heard from Dally in the longest time. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ears. "You know Dally?" I asked, I'd managed to quiet my voice.

Ponyboy broke my gaze. "Dally – Well Dally hmmm….. Let me walk you home and I'll tell you about it."

"Not home. I can't stand to be there. Can we just walk?" I asked. I knew that there had to be something he wasn't telling me. Why was he so reluctant to talk about Dally?

We left the school and turned down the main street. "We can go to the park or something," Ponyboy said.

I nodded. As we walked into the small park Ponyboy said, "Dally's dead."