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Chapter Four (Not one, or two, or three)

There wasn't most socs in the class, there was nothing but socs in the class. And all of their eyes were on us.

While Johnny looked at his feet (A/N: Damn. He does that way too much.), I smiled warmly at each of them in turn, and then spoke.

"Hello, I'm sure I'll have a wonderful time being your classmate."

They stared at me. I stared back. Johnny had now preoccupied himself with staring at the wall, as if hoping to blend into it. I smiled at him, and took his hand in mine.

"We'll be fine, I'm sure of it. Well, I can't really be sure..." I laughed.

The teacher made a noise in the back of his throat, and rolled his eyes.

"Are you finished now? I'd like to start this class..."

But I just couldn't stop.

"Start? Oh, yes. If you don't start, fifty years from now we'll still be sitting here. Heck, we'd be sitting here until we died. We'd be stuck in this moment forever. So yes, please do."

Of course, once I'd said that the reactions were quite obvious.

"Freak," I heard one boy mutter, as me and Johnny took our seats. I smiled at him, as if I didn't care. I didn't. It was better to not let things people said get to you. What matters is what you think of yourself, not what everyone else does! (A/N: She's beginning to sound too peppy and it's making me sick. So I'll stop.)

The lesson went on and on and on, and as I'd suspected, none of the socs bothered us. Of course they wouldn't do anything with a teacher in the same room.

"Oh, don't worry," I said, noticing Johnny's look of relief. "Nothing will stop them from doing whatever they please after class."

And I had no idea why I said that, no idea at all. But I'd said it, whether it was a good thing or not. You can't take back your words, so there's no point in wishing you could. So I didn't. Instead I just paied attention for the rest of the lesson, with the occasional glance in Johnny's direction.

He didn't look too good.

"Now why the fuck did you say that?" Dallas screamed.

It was lunch time now, and the gang had all met up.

"I don't know," I admitted, feeling just a little bit ashamed.

Dally was ready to scream at me again, but this time, Two-Bit broke in, grinning.

"You must know. Johnnycakes needs to lighten up a bit anyway."

Of course he'd take my side, just because he wants me.

"Well, can you blame him? And no, I don't know. It was a random thing. It's like... you say something... but didn't think before you said it. I can't explain. All I can say was that I didn't mean to say that."

"Didn't mean to say that my ass," Dally muttered.

It's true though. Have you ever had that happen to you? A moment when you aren't thinking, and then something just slips out? Something you didn't mean to say? That's what happened to me. No one was freaking out though, only Dally.

"You care about him, don't you?" I whispered, because I knew he wouldn't be too happy if everyone else heard.

"I don't care about anyone," he hissed back.

But he did. He cared about Johnny in ways even he couldn't understand.