Don't have a name for this chapter

"Get up, get up, get up!" is what I could hear early the next morning. Somebody was shaking me and finally the covers were ripped off.

"My god! What the hell?" I yelled.

I could see Soda and Rosaline laughing at me for my reaction. It's completely normal for someone to go nuts after being woken up, right?

"So, when did you guys get here?" I asked Darry. He was sitting in "The Chair" and watching something on the TV. To my horror, it was Mickey Mouse. I just didn't get cartoons.

"Around twelve I guess. Didn't bother to check the time," he said.

"And anyway, we didn't want to bother you two." Soda put in.

"What?" Ponyboy overheard Soda through the kitchen and came in with a piece of chocolate cake. Another thing I don't like. For some reason, cake always made me feel not too hot.

"Oh, never mind." Said Soda. "But here's something else. We found your little "Mustang" friends and had a little talk with them."

"What did you do?" I asked grimly.

"Nothing physical, if that's what you're wondering." Darry said. "Enough talk. Some kids need to get to a place called school right now."

Rosaline walked up the stairs with me to my room. After shutting the door behind her, she started to pop questions.

"So, did you kiss?" she asked me while I was shuffling through my drawers.

"No... well, yes. Okay, there's your answer. Now can you get out? I have to change."

"If you ever want to talk to me about anything, I'll always be here."

"Thanks."

I chose a pair of jeans with a red tee shirt and plaited my hair. After doing a little check in the mirror, I brushed my teeth and rushed out the door with Pony.

We were pretty silent during the whole walk. We usually can never shut up. After a quick "See you", he walked down the 11 hallway and I walked down the 10. I still couldn't believe that he got in a higher grade than me. Well, I am the only underclassman to ever get into Independent Studio Art. And I'm in his English Lit class. But I guess it's the Biology grade that's keeping me out.

"Athena!" was how my friend Cora greeted me.

"You won't believe it. There's this gorgeous senior guy and I dropped my books on the stairs and he picked them up for me. I'm calling him Butch now. Just as a nickname."

After chatting with Cora for a while I grabbed my Geometry book and headed to class.

Yeah, I know it was a pretty stinky and short chapter. But I want people who read this to tell me what they would like to happen in this story. So bring on the flames.