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Chapter 3:
Corey's P.O.V
2 weeks later…
"Dammit, Pony, we're gonna be late, thank you very much. See, Johnny was actually smart and had Two-bit give him a ride, but nooooo, I was the nice friend and waited for you to get your lazy ass out of bed! I'm missing World History! Well, this isn't that bad I guess…" I yelled at Ponyboy. Ponyboy looked around.
"Hey, Corey. I think we're at the wrong school."
I groaned. It was true, but only partly. We were at the junior high next to our school. Except it took another full 10 minutes to get to the high school on the other side, unless we jumped the fence, and went through the parking lot. Otherwise, we had to go around the fence, through the junior high parking lot, across a busy street, through another parking lot, and sit in the office waiting to be yelled at by our teachers. How did we manage to go to the wrong school? I am so gonna get detention. Yea, laugh all you want Ponyboy, see what happens when the school calls Darry.
"What's so funny? We're gonna get detention!" I shouted.
"Oh God, what's a little detention, Corey? We are gonna get it sooner or later," Ponyboy laughed at me.
"Yea, well laugh it up now. Let's see what Darry has to say for this. And my Dad. Heh, not so funny now is it?"
"God, Corey what's your problem. Are you ok? Really, what's bothering you?"
When Ponyboy wanted to be, he was the sweetest boy ever. Otherwise, he was a numb-skull. A complete idiot savant, but a nice one (AN- I think I used idiot savant in the right context, but if I didn't, oops). But that's why I hang out with the guys, they're all so cool, but not perfect. I just wish I had more friends…
"Aww, shucks, it's nothing, Pony. I just wish I had a friend that was a girl, I guess. Don't get me wrong, you guys are all nice, but I need a girl friend to talk girl stuff with. You dig?"
"Yea I dig, but we gotta either run, hop the fence, or skip. Darry would skin me alive if I skipped, and it would still take long to run, but you're in a skirt so you can't hop the fence either."
"Naw, come on, let's jump it. After you, kind sir."
"Why thank you, m'lady." Pony stepped up to the 7 and a half foot fence and scaled it like a pro. He sat at the top for a second, looked at the school, and jumped down and landed like a cat. I went up to fence, and looked at the top of it. It looked extra tall from here. I started slowly climbing up it, stopping every few seconds to make sure my skirt wasn't riding up, and finally reached the top. I sat on the edge and looked down. I guess I forgot to mention to Ponyboy I was afraid of heights. Heheheh, woops…oh dammit, now I can't get down.
"What's the problem?" He asked "Come on, we're really late!"
"Uhhh…yea, about that…I'm kinda…afraid of heights…"
He looked at me like I was crazy.
"Well you gotta come down now, either way. Hurry up. It'll be quicker just to come down now. Here…uhh…I got it! Jump down to me! I'll catch ya!"
"Pony, I'm ,like, just as heavy as you, you idiot! I'll crush you and hurt both of us!" He looked at me, scratched his head, looked behind me, and his eyes got wide.
"What…oh come on, Pony, what is it? Is there something behind me? What? Stop it you're, scarin' me!" I twisted around without falling, and tried to see what he was looking at. Then I saw them. Five or six Socs were piling out of a new '67 Mustang. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. And they were coming towards us. I was guessing they didn't want to stop and have a chat with us before school. The week before, Ponyboy and Johnny explained to me about the greasers and Socs. Socs went after greasers for fun, greasers had fights with both Socs and other greasers, and I was a greaser. This did not look good to me at all.
"Socs!" Ponyboy yelled, started away, and then remembered I was there. "Come on Corey, we gotta go! They're coming to us! Just jump!" I swallowed, tried to move, but my legs wouldn't go. I couldn't move my body. I started moving finally, and my skirt got caught. My lucky day!
"Ponyboy, go! I can't move! Go get Johnny or someone! Like Two-bit! Just get someone!" He looked like he didn't want to leave me, but he saw the Socs walking towards us, and ran to the school. I was praying to God they were all afraid of heights, also. One of them I recognized as Caden started climbing up the fence, looking at me the whole time. He was in senior year. I tried harder to get my skirt loose, and it let go. I lost my balance, but managed to stay on the fence. Caden got up next to me, and started coming, talking all smooth like.
"What's a pretty girl like you hanging out with trash like him?" I tried to move over, but my body failed me again.
"He's not trash, he's my friend!" I exclaimed at Caden.
"Oh, so you're one of them," he said while putting his arm around my shoulders. I squirmed, but didn't jump, because I didn't want to fall. Suddenly he pulled me down with him and was on top of me in seconds. I screamed, but it was drowned out by cars whizzing by us. Why won't any of them help me! The drivers probably didn't notice me, being late themselves for work.
"Get off me!" I shouted in his face.
"No, I don't think so; you've been a naughty, naughty girl skipping classes. Hey guys, doesn't this naughty girl deserve to be punished?" The other Socs had scaled the fence, careful not to get dirt on their madras shirts, and come over to us, circling so no one could see. Caden pulled out a switch blade. I whimpered. He wouldn't hurt a girl would he? He seemed to have guessed what I was thinking.
"Hey, I'll do what I have to. If that means you get a little cut, we'll manage, won't we boys?" The others laughed and smiled wickedly at me. Caden held the switch over my face, so I turned my head. I saw some one walking over to the school through the Socs legs. I couldn't see who the person was, but at least it was someone.
"HELP ME! PLEASE HELP!"
The other Socs looked over to who I was yelling at. The person stopped, and from what I could see, started jogging over. Then I realized there were a few of them. Oh my God, what if it's more fucking Socs? Caden turned me over and shoved my face down into the dirt, then got off me quickly. I heard some one get punched. So it was some greasers. I tried to sit up, but quickly found out the wind was knocked out of me. I breathed, and some dirt flew into my mouth. I coughed, and someone stepped on me. I fell down another inch. I heard some running, and some one turned me over. It was Dally.
"You know her, Winston?" I looked over and saw Tim Shepard, and his brother Curly. Dally looked at me and nodded. "Is she all right?" Tim asked.
"I'm fine," I said in a wheezy voice. I coughed and spit out some dirt. Tim and Curly said they were leaving, said bye to Dally and me, and left. Dally helped me up, pulling me up by the waist. He let go quickly when I could stand. Next to him, I felt like a midget. He was about 6'2" and I was 5'1". I know. I was short.
I didn't have any cuts, just a bruise on my back, I could feel it. It probably blended in perfectly with my others. I looked up at Dallas, because I could feel his icy eyes watching me.
"Thanks," I said to him, without breaking eye contact. He smiled, or rather smirked, and muttered no problem. I looked over at the school, and saw Ponyboy and Two-bit running over to us. Better late then never.
"We got here as soon as we could! Where are the Socs? Oh, hey Dally," Ponyboy said.
"The Socs left, and I'm fine, thanks for asking," I huffed at him. Two-had his famous switch blade pulled out. I eyed it warily.
"Dammit, I wanted to get my hands on them Socs. Who do they think they are, messin' with an innocent little girl?" Two-bit said, looking for the retreating Soc car. He won't see it though, they ran out of here like chickens. "Where did they go, those bastards?"
"They high-tailed it outta here like fucking rabbits when I came over here. I heard the girl yellin'," Dally said while lighting up a cigarette. I stared at him. His eyes were without any warmth, but I could still see lots of emotion in. I can see hate, and a little bit of fear sometimes. I don't think the others see it in him. He does have feelings, and I think me and Johnny are the only ones the actually register that. You know what I think? I think I think too much.
I followed Two-bit and Ponyboy into the school. I started to go to the office, but Two-bit stopped me.
"Just go to your next class, cause if you go to the office, you're gonna get detention for sure. You don't deserve detention. It's not your fault those Socs are fucking bastards."
"Ok…" I split off from them, and went over to the girl's bathroom to clean off my face. I pushed open the doors, and a couple of Socs were talking while putting on make-up. They looked over at me, and stopped talking. They kind of inched out of my way, and went out into the hall to get back to class. It made me feel something awful. Those were girls in my class. I checked to see if anyone was in the stalls, and once I was sure no one was there, I let the tears slide down my cheeks. The only reason the guys like you is because you're next door, they have to put up with you.
"That's not true", I told my self. Yes it is, you're hopeless at making friends, and you always will be. You can't even get a simple boy to like you. "That's not true…" I looked at myself in the mirror. My face was dirty, and the tears rolling down my cheeks were putting streaks in the dirt. I took a handful of paper tolls and stuffed them on my face. Then I wet them and wiped my face down. It looked like all I did was washed my face. My eyes were a little red, but not noticeably. I put on my best smile and walked out of the bathroom, and went to wait for math class to start.
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I had a sandwich and book for lunch. Both were my favorite, ham and Lord of the Rings. Yummy. I hadn't been able to find Ponyboy or Johnny, so I figured they left without me. No biggie.
I sat down at a table not inhabited by anyone. I put down my book after a couple pages, and started looking around for anyone I knew. I saw a couple of guys walking by. I watched them, and one noticed me. He started talking while passing me.
"Maybe if you weren't such a fat slut, guys would like you, you wouldn't be alone," He said without stopping. He and his friends laughed and he high fived one of them. I dropped my sandwich. I stared at the bite holes so hard I didn't notice people sit down around me.
"You know if you look at it really hard while squinting, it kinda looks like your dad, Corey. A fat ham," Two-bit said jokingly to me. I laughed weakly. Fat, it runs in the family.
"Hey, Core, what's wrong?" Johnny asked me quietly. Out of all my friends of the gang, Johnny was my favorite. He was also my best friend out of them, well, out of anyone, really. Maybe if you weren't such a fat slut, guys would like you, and you wouldn't be alone…I'm not a fat slut, I told myself, I'm not fat and I haven't even kissed a guy before! And you wouldn't be alone…I brushed my conscience, or whatever that voice was, out of my head and smiled at Johnny. Everything.
"Nothing." Johnny gave me a glance and got something out of his pocket. He put it in my hands. It was a folded piece of paper.
"Open it, I think you'll like it. You told me you like singing and junk, right?"
"Yeah," I said while opening it. It was an audition sheet for the play Alice in Wonderland. "I didn't know they were putting this on as a play!"
"Oh, yeah, they said it in the announcements this morning, and once when you were sick last week."
I glared at Ponyboy, while he conveniently was looking away.
"Thanks, Johnny!" I looked down at the sheet, with those glorious minutes forgetting about my problems. I looked for when the auditions were.
"Tomorrow?" I looked at Johnny horror struck. That was unfair. Now I don't have a chance. "I won't get a good part."
"Of course you will! You'll get Alice! You sing wonderfully ya know," Ponyboy chimed in, once he knew we weren't going to talk about earlier this morning.
"How would you know?"
"We heard you and Johnny singing to that Buddy Holly song." Two-bit said to me. Johnny blushed a little, but I smiled. "And uhh, Johnny, I don't think you should try out. Do us all a favor and not have us go through the agony."
"Aww, shut up guys!"
"Oh, yeah, I love that song! I'll sing it for the audition! I know the whole thing!" I said excitedly, changing the subject back to my audition. Buddy Holly was my favorite singer, then came The Rolling Stones, and then Elvis Presley.
"Hey Corey," Two-bit said, "You gonna eat that?" He asked, didn't wait for me to answer, and reached for it.
"No," I said while he took a bite.
"What," he said with a full mouth, "You anorexic now?" I rolled my eyes at him and said no. I looked back at the sheet.
"Hey look, its grades 8-12. More competition! Oh, great."
"Naw, barely anybody ever wants to be in it, so they put another year for audition. Then they have parts for everyone," Ponyboy told me.
"Oh, at least I'll have some part if I don't get a lead."
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I did my home work at my house today, so I could have some quiet. My dad wasn't home, so I put in my Rolling Stones album. I abandoned my work to sing.
"I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to be black
I see the girls walk by dressed in summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love, both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a newborn baby it just happens ev'ryday
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to be black
I see the girls walk by dressed in summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
Hmm, hmm, hmm…
I wanna see it painted black, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun, blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah"
After that I quietly finished my homework, while listening to the rest of the album. Then I went downstairs do make myself dinner. I had a ham and cheese sandwich, a bag of potato chips, and a bowl of ice cream for dessert. While I was stuffing my face with chips, I remembered the voice. Maybe if you weren't such a fat slut, guys would like you, and you wouldn't be alone…I finished up my ice cream and chips, and gulped down a bottle of coke.
I rushed over to my bathroom a minute later. If you weren't such a fat slut…I bent over my toilet and stuck my finger down my throat. All the contents of my greasy meal came up easily because of the soda. I gagged a little, and my throat felt acidy, and so did my mouth. I went over to the sink and gargled some water. It tasted horrible.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I saw a 13 year old girl looking back, nothing presumably wrong with her except for her blank expression and bags under her eyes from lack of sleep. What was really there was a scared, beaten girl, despairing and unsure of herself, and lastly lonely.
o.O
AN- Hehehe, did any of y'all expect that? Well, some of you might have…but still, how's it going? I wanted her to have a problem, but not anorexia, because that was "too obvious" (As my dear friend Robin says…grrr…lol j/k) Anyways you know the drill. Review, I say, review… please? WOOHOO GO OUTSIDERS! Oh, yea, I'm gonna put the actual story line in here sometime, I'm just working my way up to it…
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