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Chapter 2

Pony's POV

I looked at her, and she just looked away. I totally forgot, but I didn't know her name.

"What's your name?" I asked, feeling stupid. She knew my name.

"Jamie" she said quickly and quietly.

"Oh yeah, Jamie Anderson. You are in my math. You sit in the front" now I knew who she was, I just didn't recognize her at first. She just nodded. Then she looked at me real quick.

"Uh oh, here comes Shane, pretend like I haven't been talking to you. He doesn't like it when I talk to other boys. I'll see you at school." She looked at Shane coming back out. He didn't notice us talking because he was busy looking at another girl, whistling at her, too. Then she came up to Jamie.

"Alright, we're leaving. Let's go." He said forcefully, grabbing her shirt and yanking her up. What was his problem? Why was he treating her like that? I decided to follow them to the parking lot, without them noticing, of course. He didn't let go of her until they got out of the pool gates. He looked at her.

"I saw you sitting next to that boy, did you talk to him while I was gone?" he grabbed her chin and made her look him in the face.

"No, Shane, I didn't" she lied.

"You'd better not be lying. And don't get mouthy with me" he slapped her across the face, and she looked away. This was not right at all. I had to go tell someone.

I ran back to the pool, and everyone was getting out anyways. They saw me looking a little mad, and asked me what was wrong.

"oh, nothing. I'm fine. Really." I didn't want to look at them in the face, since Darry or Soda could tell I was lying. They all put on their shirts and hopped in the car. When we got home, I told Soda I needed to talk to him alone.

"Sure, little buddy." He said heading towards our room. "What's up?" he asked. He looked so happy, so carefree.

"Well, we were at the pool, this girl sat next to me." I started looking away.

"Ooh, a girl! Pony's got a girl?" he was smiling now.

"No, Soda. She's in my class, but her boyfriend is 18 and he hits her. She had a bruise on he arm, but she said it was from falling. I followed them into the parking lot and he hit her in the face." I spat out really quick.

"Oh no, Pony. That's terrible. I don't really know what to do. Maybe we should tell Darry or something."

"No, Soda we can't. She didn't even want me to know in the first place. Promise me you won't tell Darry."

"Okay, little buddy, I promise." He looked real sincere, and I knew he wasn't lying. I needed to talk to Jamie at school tomorrow.

I had English first hour. It was usually my favorite, but I was thinking about Jamie the whole hour. A few times, my teacher, Mr. Syme asked me a question and I just sat there, thinking.

"Ponyboy? Hello, Ponyboy." I looked at him. "Well thanks for joining us." He said when I looked up. The whole class kind of laughed at me. I don't know why, it really wasn't that funny. A kid was sleeping in the corner. The bell rang, and I almost ran out of there, since math was my second hour. I sat in my seat in the middle row, waiting for Jamie to come into class. The warning bell rang and she didn't come in, but she came in a little bit before the bell rang. I walked up to her desk.

"Hey, Jamie." I said, I wanted to ask her so many things, though it would be rude.

"Hey" she said, just like the last time.

"So, how are you doing today?" I felt so stupid, but I couldn't think of anything to say. She smiled at me real sweet, and my ears were turning red. Good thing the teacher told us to sit down, because I could have ended up saying something real stupid. The class hour went by so slow, and I was dying to talk to Jamie. The bell rang and I ran up to her desk. She had another bruise on her chin. It made my stomach tie in a knot.

"Hey, everything okay, outside of school, I mean?" I sounded like some kind of counselor-therapist thing.

"Yeah, just fine" how could she lie about everything? How could she keep it all in?

"I saw what Shane did to you in the parking lot. Does he do that to you a lot? Its not right, you know."

"Well, only when I deserve it. I really don't mind. I love him a lot. I really do." It was killing me inside to know about this and not do anything about it. She just walked away from me.

Next Day At School

I somehow managed to get through my English class again. I ran to Math again and waited for Jamie. The warning bell went off, and I was expecting her to come in. But the tardy bell rang and she wasn't there. I got another knot in my stomach. I went up to my teacher, Mrs. Turner.

"Hey, Mrs. Turner, where's Jamie today?" I said, kind of scared.

"Oh, her older brother called and said she fell out of bed and got hurt, and couldn't come to school today. Oh yeah, would you mind giving her her homework?" yeah right, her older brother. Shane had done something to her, and I had the perfect chance of going to her house.

"Yeah, that would be great." I took the papers out of her hand. I went up to one of her friends, and asked her where Jamie lived. She was distracted by something and told me. Good thing she was distracted, other wise she probably wouldn't tell me. Jamie wasn't a Soc, but not a greaser. She was one of the normal people who was middle class. I managed to sit through the rest of the day and I ran out of the school building and straight to Jamie's house.

I knocked on the big brown door. A familiar face opened the door. It was Shane. He gave me a mad face, and asked me,

"Hello. How may I help you?" I didn't think a person like him could have manners. I went on anyways.

"Oh yeah, I'm here to see Jamie." He gave me a dirty look and said

"Why? Who are you?"

"I'm Ponyboy Curtis. I was sent here by our math teacher to give Jamie her homework." I said, hoping her would let me in, and wouldn't recognize me from the pool.

"Yeah, okay" he stuck out a hand.

"Oh, no, teacher told me I had to go in and explain it to her" it was a stupid lie, but I figured he was stupid enough to believe me.

"Whatever, but make it quick" he let me in. Jamie was sitting on the couch, part of her face was swollen and her arm bruised and scratched. It made me cringe inside, but I didn't say anything, since Shane sat on the chair right across from us. He was looking through some kind of girl magazine. I glanced at him and at Jamie. She had the saddest look in her eyes, and I began explaining some kind of theory I made up. I wrote on the paper, I know Shane did this to you. It's not right, call me later, if you can, please. I left my phone number, and left. This was not right, not right at all.

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