Disclaimer : Same as first part.
Note: Ok. Heres what happens afterword. Enjoy. :)
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He was in my English class. And my Science class. But I never got a chance to talk to him. I almost did, right after the lunch bell. He was taking something out from his locker. I swear, I wasn't even five feet away, then my stupid jerk of an ex-boyfriend stepped in front of me. Wanted to apologise for last night. "Look, can't we work this out?" Hell No! Like I'd get back with that ass? Screw him, I'm pretty, and I can get who ever I want. When it that finally seemed to sink into his thick skull and left, the greaser was gone.
Anyway, I didn't see him in the afternoon. Not during classes anyway, I caught a glimpse of him in the hall, though. So he didn't ditch the afternoon, that was good. It gave me another chance.
I hung around the lockers for nearly 10 minutes after final bell. That's when I saw him. He was going to get some things out before he went home. I saw my chance and took it. I went up behind him and said, " Hey"
I must of startled him, because he kinda jumped and turned around very quickly, his hand reaching for his back pocket. He didn't seem so jumpy last night...but then again, that was in his side of town. Only greasers walking around. Here there were kids from both sides. But he seemed to relax slightly when he saw me. Must of recognized me, even though I look like most other blondes (soc blonds, anyway) at this school. Except my eyes were brown and I got a small mole just like Marilyn Monroe had. He nodded slightly and said a ' Hey ' in return.
"I...Uh..." God, I was nervous. Not sure why. I knew that this greaser wouldn't hurt me.In the corner of my eye, I noticed more greasers coming.But he was just staring at me, waiting for me to say something. " I..I just wanted to say Thank you...for...you know...last night..."
For a moment, he seemed surprised, then, he smiled. You would have to be staring him straight in the face, like I was, in order to notice it. But it was there. " Your welcome."
I started walking away. I no longer felt guilty about not saying thank you.But now I felt guilty about just thinking of him as 'Greaser'. I turned on my heel and went back. He was walking in the other direction, " Wait."
He stopped and turned around , " Yeah?"
I asked him his name. He told me it was Johnny Cade. He asked me my name, and I told him it was Bobby Jo
He smiled, " Nice to meet you, Bobby Jo."
I smiled back, " Nice to meet you, too, Johnny ." I leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek, then walked away.
When I had gotten home, My mother asked me what took me so long to get home. I told her I stayed to talk to a friend.
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There. Haha. Btw, Bobby Jo is short for Roberta Josephine. Like a Soc mom would name a Soc daughter Bobby Jo. tehehe