Tidus'luvr99: For real? If you say so.
Robot in Disguise: It Guess Sayin Son is a Redneck thing, we say son here a lot and I MEAN a lot. Cus we're redneck infested
DallysGirl4Life: Thanks, and here's more.
Goddess of Silent Tears: lol, thanks. I wish they would really come to my school too.
Sweetypie15: I do? For Real? Thanks.
LilBlazinChica: Yea I'm trying to write stuff that is longer and its really hard!!! Lol Thanks fer Reviewin.
Candy_Matthews: I know considerin I wrote it at 1:45 AM, so it probably realllllllllly sucked.
Vincenza: Yea Longer Longer Longer I know. And I think I'ma put a lil romance in it too.
Hopeless Romantic: Thanks, And I'll email you as soon as I can get my idiot brother to fix my email. Kk? Good.
Tensleep: Thanks, If you think its interesting heres to ya!
Steves-girl: You stole me name!!! lol. I love Steve and I love ur story too. Thanks
Katie: I never really noticed it was a time travel fic. *shrugs* Whoops. I'm juss a lil blonde don't mind me.
~A\N~ Yippee! Me Third Chapter Gotta Love it. Well Here ya go! Plzzzz Don't Be offended by the racial slurs I ain't racist but its how a good 2/3 of the people talk here so PLZZZZ Don't be pissed at me.
~Ponyboy~
I dropped into the seat in between Johnny and some guy that looked like he had been in school for a few years.
"Psst, Johnny." I whispered.
"Ponyboy do you have something you would like to ask the class?" Mrs. Fitch asked.
"Yeah." I said standing and walking to the front of the class room. "What is so special about Jason Williams, Hunter Crowder, Justin McCall and Josh McCall?"
Everyone looked at me like I was crazy.
A girl in front stood up. She was about 5'1, with sea blue eyes, blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail with the ends curled.
"What the hell do you mean what's so special about my Jason?" She asked glaring at me.
"Your Jason?" a short brunette asked standing up. "Bitch, He's MINE. M-I-N- E. Mine Got it?"
"Girl Please, Ya'll both know he's mine." A black girl with straight hair said smirking.
"Whatever." The blonde and the brunette rolled they're eyes.
"Mr. Curtis you may sit down now." I did, and very quickly. "Now class if you will look at page 541, can any one tell me the answer to number 7?"
I glanced at the problem. '7P3'. I raised my hand.
"Mr. Curtis." Mrs. Fitch called on me.
"Um.........60?" I guessed.
A guy in a brown Carhartt jacket snickered. "Mr. McCall, I suppose you know the correct answer."
"Yes ma'am, Its 210." McCall answered, smirking back at me.
"Ah.........And Mr. McCall how did you get that, may I ask?" Mrs. Fitch asked looking down at his desk.
"I solved it." McCall snapped.
Mrs. Fitch opened her mouth to say something as the bell rang.
Every one jumped out of their desks and practically flew out the door.
"Hey Pon, what do ya got next?" Johnny asked.
"Finance, you?" I asked glancing at random class room numbers as we walked.
"Business Law." Johnny shrugged.
All at once every one started running toward one end of the hall.
I looked at Johnny. "What do ya suppose is going on?"
A tall guy glanced down at us. He wore a Brown Carhartt with the shirt tail of a button up shirt sticking out of the back, jeans, and boots.
'I'm beginning to see a pattern here.' I thought trying to see over the crowd.
"A fight." He said. "McCall verses Rollins."
"Who's that?" I wanted to know.
"McCall? That's Justin, works in the office. You new?" he asked turning to walk off.
I looked back at Johnny and motioned 'Come on.' "Yeah We're new."
""Here's how it works here, son. Ya got your rednecks, niggers, preps, Goths, and your skaters."
"What's the difference?" Johnny asked.
"The Rednecks, Well most of 'em are in Carhartts, jeans, boots, have a hat stickin outta their back pocket, or are wearing a Dixie Outfitters T-shirt. The niggers are every black in this school. Preps wear Areopostile (A\N Did I spell that Right?) and Amber Crombie. Goths wear all black and listen to punk. Skaters wear DC and Black Label."
"Oh.........Are you racist?" I asked, glancing up sheepishly.
To my surprise he grinned. "Naw kid, But there's plenty o' 'em 'round here."
"Do you know where Mr. Ashworth's class is?" Me and Johnny asked at the same time.
"Yea, Come on." The guy said walking off towards a set of stairs.
We followed him down the stairs and he turned the corner and walked down a ramp. "That's his class." With that he walked off.
"Wait." I said, he turned and looked back. "What's your name?"
"Stout, Sloan Stout."
*~*
I walked out of the double doors at the end of the hall and down the concrete stairs to the parking lot.
"Hey Kid." I turned and saw Sloan leaning against an off white Dodge.
"Hey Sloan." I said and looked for Steve's car, I couldn't find it.
I guess I looked a little pale because Sloan looked at my suspiciously.
"You aight kid?"
"Yea, I just can't........." I trailed off as Steve came down the stairs with some girl hanging all over him. "Never mind."
"Shannon!" Sloan yelled.
The girl hanging all over Steve looked up. "Hey Sloan!" she yelled back.
"Shannon get your ass over here, ya bitch!" Sloan yelled back to her.
"Alright, Alright." She said walking over. "Who's he?"
"What's your name kid?" Sloan asked taking out a small black container of something and putting something that looked a lot like dirt in his mouth.
"Ponyboy." Sloan coughed and spit what was in his mouth out, and coughed some more.
"Ponyboy?" He said, still laughing.
"Yea." I felt my ears growing red.
Shannon smiled at me. "I like the name, Ponyboy. Sorta sounds like Poorboy don't it, Sloan?"
"You are just trying to insult your brother." Sloan said trying to catch his breath and coughing.
"Shove it up your ass, Sloan." Shannon glared.
"Feisty." Sloan grabbed Shannon by her wrist and pulled her to him. "I like that in a woman."
Shannon grinned.
I looked over at Steve, he was gaping at them both.
Sloan looked over at him. "Close your mouth, son. Wouldn't wanna catch a fly."
Shannon leaned over to Steve and gave him a kiss on the lips.
"Shannon Rose Williams!" an angry voice boomed from behind Steve.
Shannon turned pale. "De-De-Devin."
A\N I'm leavin it there cus I'm all outta ideas! LATA!!!!! ~Slim~
Robot in Disguise: It Guess Sayin Son is a Redneck thing, we say son here a lot and I MEAN a lot. Cus we're redneck infested
DallysGirl4Life: Thanks, and here's more.
Goddess of Silent Tears: lol, thanks. I wish they would really come to my school too.
Sweetypie15: I do? For Real? Thanks.
LilBlazinChica: Yea I'm trying to write stuff that is longer and its really hard!!! Lol Thanks fer Reviewin.
Candy_Matthews: I know considerin I wrote it at 1:45 AM, so it probably realllllllllly sucked.
Vincenza: Yea Longer Longer Longer I know. And I think I'ma put a lil romance in it too.
Hopeless Romantic: Thanks, And I'll email you as soon as I can get my idiot brother to fix my email. Kk? Good.
Tensleep: Thanks, If you think its interesting heres to ya!
Steves-girl: You stole me name!!! lol. I love Steve and I love ur story too. Thanks
Katie: I never really noticed it was a time travel fic. *shrugs* Whoops. I'm juss a lil blonde don't mind me.
~A\N~ Yippee! Me Third Chapter Gotta Love it. Well Here ya go! Plzzzz Don't Be offended by the racial slurs I ain't racist but its how a good 2/3 of the people talk here so PLZZZZ Don't be pissed at me.
~Ponyboy~
I dropped into the seat in between Johnny and some guy that looked like he had been in school for a few years.
"Psst, Johnny." I whispered.
"Ponyboy do you have something you would like to ask the class?" Mrs. Fitch asked.
"Yeah." I said standing and walking to the front of the class room. "What is so special about Jason Williams, Hunter Crowder, Justin McCall and Josh McCall?"
Everyone looked at me like I was crazy.
A girl in front stood up. She was about 5'1, with sea blue eyes, blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail with the ends curled.
"What the hell do you mean what's so special about my Jason?" She asked glaring at me.
"Your Jason?" a short brunette asked standing up. "Bitch, He's MINE. M-I-N- E. Mine Got it?"
"Girl Please, Ya'll both know he's mine." A black girl with straight hair said smirking.
"Whatever." The blonde and the brunette rolled they're eyes.
"Mr. Curtis you may sit down now." I did, and very quickly. "Now class if you will look at page 541, can any one tell me the answer to number 7?"
I glanced at the problem. '7P3'. I raised my hand.
"Mr. Curtis." Mrs. Fitch called on me.
"Um.........60?" I guessed.
A guy in a brown Carhartt jacket snickered. "Mr. McCall, I suppose you know the correct answer."
"Yes ma'am, Its 210." McCall answered, smirking back at me.
"Ah.........And Mr. McCall how did you get that, may I ask?" Mrs. Fitch asked looking down at his desk.
"I solved it." McCall snapped.
Mrs. Fitch opened her mouth to say something as the bell rang.
Every one jumped out of their desks and practically flew out the door.
"Hey Pon, what do ya got next?" Johnny asked.
"Finance, you?" I asked glancing at random class room numbers as we walked.
"Business Law." Johnny shrugged.
All at once every one started running toward one end of the hall.
I looked at Johnny. "What do ya suppose is going on?"
A tall guy glanced down at us. He wore a Brown Carhartt with the shirt tail of a button up shirt sticking out of the back, jeans, and boots.
'I'm beginning to see a pattern here.' I thought trying to see over the crowd.
"A fight." He said. "McCall verses Rollins."
"Who's that?" I wanted to know.
"McCall? That's Justin, works in the office. You new?" he asked turning to walk off.
I looked back at Johnny and motioned 'Come on.' "Yeah We're new."
""Here's how it works here, son. Ya got your rednecks, niggers, preps, Goths, and your skaters."
"What's the difference?" Johnny asked.
"The Rednecks, Well most of 'em are in Carhartts, jeans, boots, have a hat stickin outta their back pocket, or are wearing a Dixie Outfitters T-shirt. The niggers are every black in this school. Preps wear Areopostile (A\N Did I spell that Right?) and Amber Crombie. Goths wear all black and listen to punk. Skaters wear DC and Black Label."
"Oh.........Are you racist?" I asked, glancing up sheepishly.
To my surprise he grinned. "Naw kid, But there's plenty o' 'em 'round here."
"Do you know where Mr. Ashworth's class is?" Me and Johnny asked at the same time.
"Yea, Come on." The guy said walking off towards a set of stairs.
We followed him down the stairs and he turned the corner and walked down a ramp. "That's his class." With that he walked off.
"Wait." I said, he turned and looked back. "What's your name?"
"Stout, Sloan Stout."
*~*
I walked out of the double doors at the end of the hall and down the concrete stairs to the parking lot.
"Hey Kid." I turned and saw Sloan leaning against an off white Dodge.
"Hey Sloan." I said and looked for Steve's car, I couldn't find it.
I guess I looked a little pale because Sloan looked at my suspiciously.
"You aight kid?"
"Yea, I just can't........." I trailed off as Steve came down the stairs with some girl hanging all over him. "Never mind."
"Shannon!" Sloan yelled.
The girl hanging all over Steve looked up. "Hey Sloan!" she yelled back.
"Shannon get your ass over here, ya bitch!" Sloan yelled back to her.
"Alright, Alright." She said walking over. "Who's he?"
"What's your name kid?" Sloan asked taking out a small black container of something and putting something that looked a lot like dirt in his mouth.
"Ponyboy." Sloan coughed and spit what was in his mouth out, and coughed some more.
"Ponyboy?" He said, still laughing.
"Yea." I felt my ears growing red.
Shannon smiled at me. "I like the name, Ponyboy. Sorta sounds like Poorboy don't it, Sloan?"
"You are just trying to insult your brother." Sloan said trying to catch his breath and coughing.
"Shove it up your ass, Sloan." Shannon glared.
"Feisty." Sloan grabbed Shannon by her wrist and pulled her to him. "I like that in a woman."
Shannon grinned.
I looked over at Steve, he was gaping at them both.
Sloan looked over at him. "Close your mouth, son. Wouldn't wanna catch a fly."
Shannon leaned over to Steve and gave him a kiss on the lips.
"Shannon Rose Williams!" an angry voice boomed from behind Steve.
Shannon turned pale. "De-De-Devin."
A\N I'm leavin it there cus I'm all outta ideas! LATA!!!!! ~Slim~
