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Chapter 2:
Corey's P.O.V
Uggggggggghhhhhh… I thought in my head. I rolled over but kept my eyes closed. I heard a couple people mutter some stuff, but I tried to block it from my head. In the mornings, I'm the worst person to go to if you want something. I think that's why no one wants me to go to their house…Or maybe NOBODY LIKES YOU! God, I've really got to stop talking to myself, pretty soon, I'm going to be talking out loud to myself. Yep, this is me every single morning…
"Stop it guys! You'll wake them up…dammit she already moved. Thanks a lot Two-bit!"
"Hey, I didn't do nothing, so shut up, Ponyboy."
"No you shut up!"
"No YOU shut up!"
"No YOU shut up!"
"No you shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up TIMES 4! Ha, beat that!"
"Both of you shut up, before I make you two shut up!"
I cracked my eyes a little, so they didn't notice, and the first thing I saw was someone's face. Wait where am I? Oh yea…I stayed at Ponyboy's house last night. The person in front of me was Johnny, his bangs flying up when he breathed. Then I looked up a little, and saw Darry waving a frying pan at Ponyboy and Two-bit.
Their door flew open and this white devil with blonde hair waltzed in. He had on a leather jacket and a look that could kill. I knew who this had to be. It must be Dally. Last night Johnny had told me about how he admired Dally. I asked him why, and he shrugged. Now I see why. Nobody can hurt him. Nobody can penetrate him. He's Dally.
"Hey, Ponyboy, watcha drawin'?" He said with a voice that could slaughter a buffalo itself. "Hey where's Johnny? Still sleepin'? Who's the broad?"
"Shhh, be quiet! I gotta have a picture of something done for Art Class by today for school. I'm drawing Johnny and Corey, which is her."
I sat up, rubbing my eyes, and yawned. Ponyboy moaned.
"Well, it's about time your up," Darry said to me, "You gotta get to school in an hour. I was just going to wake you."
So much like a father, he was. Darry played the role to everybody it seemed. I wonder what happened to their parents… Wait school? Nobody said anything about school! What day is it!
"What day is it?"
"Monday," Darry raised his eyebrows at me.
Next to me, Johnny was standing up.
"I got to get home, so I won't be late for school, what time is it?"
"It's about 7:10," said Ponyboy, glancing at the clock on the wall, "How about I meet ya at the front of your house in about 20 minutes. I'll show you where the school is."
"Give me 21."
In my room 10 minutes later, I looked at my small collection of clothes for school. I finally decided on a jean skirt that went to my knees, a white t-shirt, and my jean jacket. I have too many jackets, I mean, how many damn jackets does a girl need…I put on my socks and sneakers, and tip-toed down the hall, careful not to wake my father out of his perpetual hang-over.
I went into the kitchen and got a glass of milk for breakfast. Looks like my dad went to the store. I gulped down the milk as fast as I could. I took a piece of bread, not toasted, and stuck it between my teeth. I rushed to the door as quickly as I could, munching at my sad excuse for a breakfast, while trying to grab my books. I fumbled them a little, but managed to keep them in my hands.
I looked outside, and Ponyboy, Johnny, and Dally were standing there. They were laughing, well, at least Ponyboy and Dally were. Johnny wasn't talking to them. I ran outside and, making a complete fool of my self, ran back inside. They stared at me. I gave Dally a "what do you think you're looking at?" look, and smiled at Johnny and Ponyboy. I quickly popped my pill in my mouth and swallowed, I almost forgot I needed it. I ran back outside.
"What was that pill you just took, Corey?" Ponyboy asked with a worried look on his face. I decided to play with him a bit.
"Oh, that? Uhhh… that was nothing, just forget about it." I said quickly, looking around. Ponyboy looked shocked, Johnny looked freaked, and Dally looked bored, raising his eyebrows at me. I started walking away, but Ponyboy grabbed my arm.
"Oh, come on, you can tell us. We ain't gonna tell nobody!" I looked him in the eyes, and put my scared look on. I went over to him.
"Can you keep a secret?" He nodded. I went over to him and whispered so no one else could hear, "My allergy medicine." He looked surprised.
"Awww, that was mean, you had me worried for nothin'!" Ponyboy said to me, and I laughed at him.
"You crazy broad," I heard Dally mutter behind me while we were on our way.
The school secretary either didn't speak English, or was ignoring me. I figured it was the latter. She had on this really 50's hair-do. Come on, you bitch. Get with the 60's. Oh my God, PAY ATTENTION! WELL FUCK YOU, TOO! Instead I stood there like the good little girl I am (Or at least, I think I am…). Finally she notice'sme with those big, ugly, green eyes. She looks me up and down, snapping some gum, and covers the mouth piece on her phone.
"The Junior High building is on the other side Miss…" She said with pink lips.
"Christensen. I'm not in Junior High. I'm the new student from Des Moines. My name is Corey Christensen," I said, staring daggers at her. I don't look that young… "Can I get a class slip? For 9th grade…" The secretary rolled her eyes and rolled her little chair over to a file cabinet. She crouched over it, while still in the chair might I add, and started looking for my file. You could get up off your lazy ass and walk your skinny anorexic butt over to them instead. The secretary found them, looked over them quickly, and wrote down my classes in perfectly neat handwriting. She handed me the slip as though I might be contaminated. I thanked her without enthusiasm, and walked out the door, pushing at a pull door. She laughed and went back to her phone conversation, talking a mile a minute.
I walked own the empty halls, and looked for room 129. I found it and knocked on the door. I saw the shape of some one walk to the door, and open it.
"Thank you, Mr. Ellens," said the teacher to the student who opened the door. I looked up at him, and smiled briefly. The teacher's name was Miss Samson, and she taught "The Most Important Thing That You're Going to Need to Know in the World". Oh joy, World History. Miss Samson looked about 40, in need of dire exercise, and could be imagined with chocolate stains around her mouth. I was willing to bet she was a virgin.
"Everyone, this is Corey Christensen. She is new here from Des Moines. I'm sure you'll all make her feel at home." She said with a sing-song voice, which could have been in an opera. "Miss Christensen, why don't you tell the class about your self." It was more of a command then a question. Why don't you go stick a pole up your… ummm… yea.
"I'm 13 and from Iowa," I said as quietly as I could, and scuttled over to a seat in the back.
The only classes I had with Ponyboy or Johnny were English, Art, Literature, and Chem. Lab. I had English and Literature with Ponyboy, Chem. Lab with both, and Art with Johnny. Art only came twice a week, but it was better then plowing my mind with Algebra. Other then that I was on my own. Most of the girls in the class wouldn't talk to me, but a few would smile at flash their lip-stick stained teeth at me. But it was still a kind of forced smile. The guys wouldn't even notice me, except for a few nerds. I don't stereotype usually, but this was a different case.
I met Ponyboy and Johnny outside of the school building. They told me they would meet me out there, when we were at lunch. I didn't even get to eat my lunch. I got lost after Math Class and couldn't get to lunch until about 5 minutes before the bell rang.
"You're secretary is a bitch."
"Who, Miss Fox? Yea, she can be pretty annoying sometimes," Pony answered.
"Did you see her hair, it's so 50's, and her lip-stick clashes horribly with that awful green dress," I ranted. Ponyboy raised his eyebrow at me.
"Ookaay…" he said slowly. I guess he didn't want to talk about styles and all that jazz. Boys. "So, wanna come over to my house to do our home work?"
"Sure, I got tons. Do we have the same homework, even out of different classes?"
"Yea," Ponyboy said, while Johnny nodded. Just then I realized Johnny didn't have any books with him.
"Johnny, aren't you going to do your homework?"
"Ehh, prolly not…"
"Whatever."
I almost finished my English homework when Dallas Winston burst through the door. It was bad enough with Two-bit watching T.V., and Johnny listening to the radio, without having anymore interruptions. But I really didn't mind, or I just didn't want to say anything to Dally. Is there really a difference between fear and respect? But I didn't really fear Dally. But I did respect him, even out of the three words he's said to me.
"So Pony, how's your little study party goin'?" Dally said, but then noticed me looking at him. "What you staring at? What's so funny?" He said looking at me. Your face, that's what's funny.
"Your face." I said quietly. He snapped his head in my direction, and walked over to me. It felt as though the only thing I could hear was the sound of his boots across the floors. Ponyboy and Johnny were looking at me with wide eyes, and Two-bit was still watching the T.V. Hehe, that mouse is soooo cool… I smirked at the mouse trying to navigate himself through problems and adventures.
"Oh, so you think you're funny?" Dally said, standing over me. I looked up at him with a blank expression. He laughed, but not "I'm gonna hurt you" laugh.
"You got spunk, kid. I like that." He said while walking away. He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, and walked out the door and lit it. Johnny followed him out and they sat down on the porch. Two-bit got up to go to the kitchen to get a beer, and me and Ponyboy were left alone.
"What's up with Dally?" I asked.
"Nothing really. He's just hard, really tough. He went to jail when he was 10. And he just got out of the cooler a few weeks before you came. That place is like a second home to him. He's really tuff."
"You said that already," I told him.
"No, tough and tuff are two different things. Tuff is cool, and tough is like rough."
Seeing the confused look on my face he wrote them down.
"Ooohhh, I get it." I said smiling. "Well we should get this done. Can you help me? This English homework is being a real bitch…"
"Sure," He said.
While Ponyboy was explaining me how to do the work, I was staring outside at the two of them, Dally yapping away, and Johnny listening to every word he was saying.
AN- woohoo finally I'm done! Well with this chapter at least…Anyways see that little button at the bottom of the page? It's the bluish, purplish one? No not that one…there you go! Ok so press it and review! I want either criticism or compliments! I love them both, but I like the latter more…coughcomplimentcough…Until next time, I bid you ado! Farewell. Adios, amigos and amigas…Hey have you noticed the bulk of the people on here are females? Well that just proves it, we are the superior intellectuals! Ok, I'll shut up now…