(Monday morning)

"I'm not gonna do it!" I shouted at my dad.

"Yes you are!" he shouted back.

"No!"

"It's not gonna kill you!"

"Yes it will! See I'm dead!" I said falling onto my bed and letting my tongue fall out of my mouth like in the cartoons.

"You're not dead Jackson."

"I will be if I wear a skirt!"

"Well you're not wearing pants!"

"Then I'll go in my underwear."

"No you won't."

"FINE!" I stormed past him, snatching the denim skirt out of his hand, ripping a shirt out of my closest and stomping into the bathroom. After I was dressed and walked out of the bathroom I ran smack into my brother Chancey who was thrown into a fit of laughter at my attire. I popped him the finger and went downstairs to get my shoes on. Our dad was driving us to school that day because it was his day off.

When I got out of the car I tried to ignore the snickers and act like nothing was wrong. Basically I was trying to ignore the skirt. "OH MY GOD SHE'S IN A SKIRT!" Two Bit screamed when he saw me.

I scowled at him. "Aww how cute." Ponyboy teased.

I glared at him, "alright that's it, I'm ripping your dick off and shoving it up your ass!" I shouted throwing my book bag at Soda and chasing him down the hallway. He was too fast for me though, but when he stopped I cuffed him alongside his head, "track asshole!" I spat at him good-naturedly and walked over to Soda and got my book bag from him. Two Bit was dying from laughter and Soda was pale and gasping for breath because my book bag had gotten him in the stomach pretty well. "Sorry Soda." I say quietly, patting the back of his head.

"No problem, I'll live." He gasped, some of his color was returning and he grinned slightly, "I think you should try out for baseball or something, you've got one hell of an Arm." He joked.

"Nah, I think I'll pass."

"I think she'd be better at track...she's wicked fast." Pony said, after getting the guts to finally return. "She was right on my ass."

"Once again, I'm gonna pass." I said quietly. I went to my locker and got my stuff for homeroom. I had English next...fun.

The announcements came on just as I took my seat and once again I refused to stand up for the pledge. The bell rang and I took off for English. I saw Johnny sitting in the back row and I took my seat beside him. I ripped a piece of paper out of my notebook and scribbled down. Sorry about Friday. And passed it to him.

He read it and took out his pen, wrote something down and passed it back to me. it read: what are you sorry about?

I felt my cheeks getting hot and wrote: the kiss.

He read this and blushed a little. Why are you sorry? It wasn't bad or anything.

I smiled a little. I don't know why I'm sorry I just met you though... I wrote down.

(Johnny's P.O.V)

I don't know why I'm sorry I just met you though...

I nodded to myself and wrote down on the paper; yeah I know what you mean. I was more surprised than anything at it. Umm, I like you though; you and your friends are cool. I passed it to her and watched as she read it. Her grin got bigger when she read it and wrote something down on the paper and passed it to me.

I like you too, so do the guys. Wanna hang out tonight at my house? We rented 'House of 1000 Corpses'.

My heart jumped; not only because of her but also because of 'House of 1000 Corpses' I'd wanted to see that movie for a while. Sure! I wrote down and passed it to her.

"Ms. Ramey, what are you hiding?" Mrs. Pratt shouted at her.

Jackson blushed. "A note ma'am." She replied coolly.

"Well would you mind explaining to the class what was so important that it couldn't wait until the end of class between you and Mr. Cade?" she scolded.

Jack grinned, "sure." She stood up and held the note firmly in her hand. "It says..." she cleared her throat, "Hey, did you like the bands Saturday? Yeah they were cool. Cool I knew you would like them. Do you like Rob Zombie? Yeah he's pretty cool. Well we just rented House of 1000 Corpses, want to come over and hang out and watch it? Sure...and that concludes the events of my life, if you don't mind I'd like to sit down now, Band Night didn't agree with me and my poor leg is mangled." She said.

I was shocked. "Quick thinking!" I muttered under my breath to her.

"I do what I can." She replied quickly.

"Why are you wearing a skirt?" I whispered again.

"My dad." Was all she said before Mrs. Pratt shot another glare in back toward us. Jackson grinned cheesily and moved her eyes to the board up front. "Sorry...I'll be a scholar now." She said.

"Go to the office Jackson, I don't have time to deal with you today." Mrs. Pratt snapped.

Jackson rolled her eyes and stood up, "gladly!"

(Jackson's P.O.V)

I sauntered out of the room calmly and made my way to the office and sat down to wait to be called in. when I was called in I walked into our principal's office sat back in the chair and placed my hands in my lap.

"Ahh Miss Ramey, so happy to see you!" the principal said with mock cheerfulness.

"Likewise." I replied.

"Mrs. Pratt has called me and told me what was going on and she's asked I serve you with detention." She explained sternly, "That's what? Sixty-three this year? What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Uhh go me?" I offered, holding back laughter.

She glared at me angrily, "that is not funny!" she snapped.

"No it's not...it's hilarious!"

"And it's a weeks' detention."

My jaw dropped, "for what!?"

"The attitude." She answered smugly, "if you can't do the time don't to the crime. I won't tolerate you students mouthing off to me."

"Whatever, can I have my detention slips now so I can go back to class?" I asked, brushing my bangs out of my face.

She reached into her desk, pulled out five detention slips out and wrote down the information needed on each of them, handed them to me and gave me a pass for class.

I snatched the pass and detention slips from her hand and left. When I walked into the room I placed the pass on Mrs. Pratt's desk and walked to my seat, swinging my detention slips in my hand. Johnny snorted with laughter and I grinned and took my seat.

The bell rang and I sprang up to go to my next class thinking the gang is not going to be happy about this...