Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders. -insert witty comment here-
Rating: PG (for now)
Author Notes: Sorry that last chapter was so short. Oo; Anyway, I have some ideas of how I'm gonna write this. But other than that, I'm just making it up as I go. -sweatdrop- Okay. On to the story!
Girl Troubles
Two-Bit's POV
Dang, what Marcia did was real brave. I mean, going up to me like that in front of all those Socs. It felt like we were starting something new, like the beginning of the end of segregation of Socs and greasers. I know it sounds really stupid, but that's how I felt. It was like some kind of thing I was daydreaming for the rest of that day.
In fact, I was so caught up with it that I even missed one of my friends pouring chocolate milk over some Soc's head. I know. Amazing. I can't believe I missed that over some girl. But there was more to this girl than I thought.
I thought that she would be shunned, or maybe even made fun of. But she wasn't. The weird thing was that instead of that, her popularity shot up like speeding bullet to the sky. I didn't know why, though. Heck, she was even more popular than that red-haired cheerleader Cherry.
Wow. I was going out with a good-looking, popular Soc. That was amazing. My friends were congratulating me and whacking me on the back. "Way to go, man!" "You scored big time!" "No more greasy broads for you!" Yeah, I accidentally let it get to my head, but that doesn't matter now, does it?
The school halls now were either heaven or hell to me now. If they were filled with greasers, I'd see everyone grinning at me and asking them if I could get them a Soc or something. If there were Socs in the halls . . . well, I don't really like recalling the memory. They threw stuff at me and growled and gritted their teeth. One time, they tried to corner me, but I'm a pretty good fighter, as my gang says. Plus, I had my switch on me.
Anyway, I couldn't wait until after school. I was sitting in Math class, looking at the clock. My heart was beating mile and minute, and I tried not to grin so wide. Let me tell you, those were to longest 5 minutes in my whole life. All I could hear was myself breathing hard and the clock ticking.
"Come on, come on . . ." I chanted, eyes practically glued to the clock. The seconds hand was at the 11. Right before the 12, it stopped. "What the hell?" I muttered, staring at it. "Come on . . ." I chanted, jerking my head in the direction towards the 12. It didn't budge. "Come on . . ." I growled. Still nothing.
"COME ON ALREADY!" I accidentally yelled. Heh. I also stood up—on accident, of course. Everyone looked at me strangely, and I just gave them my regular grin. "Come on and . . . uh . . ." for once, I couldn't think of anything. Then, it hit me. "Come on and . . . RAISE THE ROOF!" I blurted out, and all of the greasers in the room exploded in laughter.
I couldn't help but laughing, too. Finally, the stupid hand got on the 12, and the bell rang. "Finally!" I jumped up in my seat.
"Two-Bit Mathews!"
I glanced towards whoever called me. Shoot. I forgot that there was a teacher in the room the whole time. "Eheheh . . ." I grinned sheepishly. "Y-yeah?"
"Detention. Now."
"B-but—!"
"No buts."
"C'mon! I have something really important to do!" I started sweating. Man, let me go already!
"If you have something important to do, you should have considered it before jumping up and doing what you did," she pushed her glasses up her nose.
"But it was an accident!"
"Right. Today you will be cleaning the cafeteria with a fellow student. I hope you will have no monkey business whatsoever."
"Aw . . ." I looked at the ground. Great. What's Marcia gonna say? I began walking towards the cafeteria. Wow. The halls were completely empty. Guess everyone had something important to do. I sighed. "Marcia . . ."
"Yeah?"
"Huh—?" I glanced over my shoulder. There she was! I could feel my ears getting all red, so I looked away. "Hey, uh . . . what're you doin' here at this time?" I asked, looking at the ground.
"I have detention," she sighed.
Even though she sounded sad, my heart was lifted. "Really? What d'you have to do?" I asked, trying hard not to sound happy.
"Clean the cafeteria," Marcia replied, looking up at me. For a second, our eyes met.
'Oh, God,' I thought, 'Never noticed how beautiful those eyes were . . .' Man, I wanted to tell her so bad, except I only met her like, 2 days ago. "S-so do I. Guess we're stuck together on this one, huh?" I couldn't help it—I had to grin.
Surprisingly, she grinned back, which made me turn even redder. "So much for the 'no monkey business' thing, huh?" she punched me playfully on the shoulder, which made me jump a bit.
Man, she had humor, looks, and everything! 'Just what I want,' I thought. "Yeah," I replied. Then, I had a great idea. "Let's dump out that junk cafeteria food they have planning for tomorrow!" I suggested.
"Okay! I heard it was gross, anyway," Marcia replied, flipping her hair behind her back.
Yes! This was perfect! A girl who likes me for me and agrees with me! "Then they'll have to give us that good stuff they usually give the teachers," I joked.
"So it's not just a myth?" she asked, going along with my joke. God, I loved every moment of this.
"Of course not!" I declared, starting with my story. It was kind of long, and I can't really remember it anymore. But whatever it was, it made her smile and grin real big at me.
I pushed open the doors to the cafeteria, looking around. It was all clear. So, we performed our little operation and cleaned the place. Man, these people were pigs. But anyway, after it was all done, I sat down on one of the benches, exhausted. Note to self: Try not to make such a big mess when eating lunch next time.
Marcia came over and sat next to me. "So . . ." she began, looking at me. "I didn't expect our first date to be so . . ." she looked around, "School-like." She grinned.
I had to laugh. "Yeah . . ." I slipped one arm around her. "School-like it was."
Looking back at it, all the joy I felt then turned intopain now.
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Author Notes: Hope you liked it. I'm trying pretty hard to make longer chapters, so here it is. Anyway, don't forget to review!
