Bri and Ponyboy have crossed paths!! Now it's going to be really fun to write; not like it wasn't before. R&R please! Thanks for all the reviews last chapters too:)

Ponyboy's POV

When Mr. Symes called my name and the girl smiled weakly at me, I knew instantly that people were going to judge; rumors, anything.

The girl, whose name was apparently Myra, shuffled slowly over to where I was sitting and sat in the desk beside me. The whole time walking back she kept her head held high and didn't look once at the sneering Socs. I could ignore them too, but she was pretty good at it. She'd be a really good actress, even though I didn't even know her.

"Ponyboy, can you explain to her what we're doing now?" Mr. Symes asked, heading for the doorway. "I have to go down to the office to get something for Myra."

"Uh, sure," I replied awkwardly as I turned to Myra.

The Socs were sniggering and a few were shooting us dirty looks. Myra didn't notice at all. That, or she was ignoring it.

She sat down at the desk and put her stuff on the floor next to her before looking back up again. She looked at me for a moment before a slow smile spread across her face.

My heart jumped for a moment as I felt an automatic smile play at my mouth too.

"Hi," she said, extending her arm, "I'm Myra…And you must be…Ponyboy, is it?"

"Yeah," I said, starting to blush. I could feel it. And I really didn't like it.

"Cool name." Myra smiled wider. And it wasn't a sarcastic smile either! It was truly…genuine. I felt myself start to smile wider and blush more. Our eyes met for what seemed like forever.

"Hot girl," I heard someone suddenly mutter.

For some reason, automatically, my head shot up to see who said that.

Myra must have heard to because she was, trying to be subtle about it, looking around too.

My eyes instantly met Joey's. Joey Gallagher's. Ugh. I hated him. He too was a Greaser but was the complete opposite of me. I was quiet and didn't think I looked all that great, while he was loud and talkative and had all of the girls swarmed around him.

He was around all of his 'popular' friends and I could feel my face get hot again when he widened his eyes and made a face at me like what-the-fuck-man. I looked away, but not before I saw his friends start laughing and Myra and Joey smile at each other. She had seen him.

For some reason when I turned around in my seat, I felt different. Jealous almost…But for another odd reason, I couldn't figure out why.

Before I could really think about it Mr. Symes came back into the room.

"Okay," he said, "everything is squared away now." He smiled at the class. "Okay, where were we. We were on page-"

Ring!

The bell suddenly rung and the whole class jumped up in unison and hurried to get their books collected and out the door.

Mr. Symes sighed and went back to his desk to prepare for his next class while Myra took her time to get her things on her desk and in her arms.

I pretended to be trying to find something while I was really waiting for Myra. She got all of her books in her arms and was about to start walking down the aisle, when suddenly she dropped her schedule. I dove down to get it instantly, but so did she so we bumped heads.

"Ow!" she cried.

I rubbed my head and tried to smile non-nervously. "O-Oops," I stuttered. "Sorry!"

She smiled and giggled a little then took the schedule I had in my hand. "That's okay."

I smiled a little, feeling myself blush again when I looked over at her schedule. "Um, what class do you have next?"

"Um," Myra said, looking at her schedule, "…Algebra. Peters."

"Oh…" I looked down a little. "I don't have Peters for Algebra. I'm in Algebra II." I suddenly realized I should just kick myself. Why would she care?!

"Ohhhh," Myra said smiling at me. "Smart kid." I felt my heart drop in a good way when I smiled back.

She started to fiddle with her hands that she clasped under her notebooks and started walking. "Well, I don't really know where I'm going so I think I should go if I want to get there on time."

I took the opportunity. "H-Here," I stuttered, joining her in walking, "I'll walk you to your class."

She gave me the biggest, sweetest smile yet. "Thanks!" she said thoughtfully.

I couldn't help but stare at her the whole time down the hallway, and everytime she turned at me, I glanced away. Gosh, was she ever pretty.

"Well, um, I think this is it…" Myra stopped short in front of a door that read Mr. Peters.

"Yup," I said shyly. "Bye…"

I started to turn away, thinking that was it. That was the last time I'd probably talk to her. She'd be making friends and I'd just be another guy in her class-

"Wait! Ponyboy."

I turned around. "Yeah?"

"Um," Myra began, "is there anyway you can show me around all day? Like, lunch too?"

My heart jumped. "Uh, yeah…! Do you want to come with me at lunch? I usually go out with a bunch of friends and stuff, they're a bunch of greasy guys, if you're up to that…" I smiled a little. For some reason, Myra didn't seem that much like a greaser girl. More like a Soc. But I didn't know why.

"Of course," Myra said smiling, "I'd love to. Thanks. Meet me back here after class?"

"Yeah." I immediately ran off to my next class. Not because I was going to be late but because of Myra…I just didn't exactly understand the feeling though.

All of my math class I was thinking of Myra. I stared down at my paper and tried to concentrate but I didn't know why Myra's smiling face kept popping up into my head.

"A squared, plus 12 squared, equals 14 squared," I muttered to myself. Myra's face.

"Ugghhh…." I moaned a little aggrivatedly. I couldn't focus.

"Ponyboy, are you all right?" Mrs. Holdings gave me a strange look. "Are you not understanding the Pythagorean Theorem? It should be review."

"N-No, I'm fine." Myra giggling.

RING! Finally. The bell.

I hurried off back to find Myra. She was standing in front of the door and looked relieved to see me.

"Hey," she said. "I got a locker. I'm going to go put my stuff in there then we can go."

"Where's your locker?" I asked.

"This floor. Very end. Locker 1026."

My heart dropped a little. "Oh..."

"What's your's?" she asked.

"725."

"Oh…" she said slowly. "That's far away?"

"Second floor." I sighed.

"Oh okay then. Do you want me to meet you on the second floor landing then after I put my stuff away?" She smiled.

Wow, she acted like she was a pro at this school. And honestly, I kind of liked it. "Um, sure," I said. "Meet you there."

The stairs were directly beside her locker so I walked her to her locker and headed for mine.

Usually I met Two-Bit or Johnny down by my locker since they had classes down there but today none of them were there. That's when I remembered that Dally was jailed the day before, Johnny decided to not go to school with Two-Bit, and Steve probably wouldn't want to eat with me today. Yes. PERFECT!

I hurried back upstairs and found Myra on the landing waiting for me. "So where do you usually go?" she asked.

"Eh, a Tasty Freeze or something like that," I said.

"Mmmmm Tasty Freeze sounds good!" Myra explained. Her eyes shined with something I couldn't place.

"All right then let's go." I smiled.

"Where's your friends?" Myra asked as we walked down the hallway and past the cafeteria. She peered inside then looked at me.

"Er, they didn't come to school today," I said.

"Why not?" Myra looked concerned.

"Uhmmm, they didn't feel like coming today," I replied.

"Oh," Myra said looking down.

"You still wanna go to Tasty Freeze though?" I asked, slightly paniced.

"Of course," Myra said.

We walked out of the school, and since we didn't have a car, we walked to the strip and to the Tasty Freeze.

"I'll pay," I offered, taking some change out of my pocket.

"No!" Myra took out a ten from her pocket.

My eyes widened. "Why do you carry that much money? Why do you need it?" I asked. No one carried that much around.

Myra looked away and shrugged. She blushed a little. "I-I don't know…" After a moment she perked up. "I'll pay, Ponyboy."

"No-" I began. I knew it wasn't really right for the girl to pay.

She ignored me. "-Two vanilla cones," Myra said sweetly to the person at the counter.

Ugh. I leaned back against the building. "Thanks I guess…" I sighed.

"No problem. It's my treat…For helping me out today and stuff."

She handed me a cone and I started licking the sides. "It's nothing…So where did you live before now?" I asked.

"Austin, Texas," Myra said, licking her cone.

"Oh cool."

We sat in silence for the next fifteen minutes while we finished our ice cream.

Bri shivered. "Now it's getting a little chilly…" She bundled her jacket close to her.

"Yeah, and we should start getting back to the school anyways."

We threw the ice cream wrappers away and headed back to the school. Again, we walked in silence.

Just as we walked back in the school, someone yelled, "BRI!"

Bri and I whipped around. NO! It was Joey.

"Hey," he said walking up to us. He didn't look at me.

Bri smiled at him and Joey smiled back as his posse stood silently behind him.

"Just thought I'd introduce myself," Joey began in a very fake sincere voice. I knew it was fake, but Bri didn't. "I'm Joey."

"Hi." Bri smiled wider.

"Just wanted to let you know that if you ever need anything, I'm here." He reached for the schedule she held in her hand. "Wh-"

"What classes do you have next?" I beat Joey to the line. "So I can meet you somewhere."

"Oh, Curtis, you helping her?" Joey sneered.

"Yup," I said nonchalantly, looking at Bri's schedule. "…I have…Drama with you!" I announced. Yes.

"So where should I meet you then?" Bri's eyes left Joey's to look at me. I flinched at the face Joey gave me just then.

"Umm…Down here?" I suggested.

"Sure-"

"What class do you have right now, Sweetheart?" Joey ripped the schedule from my hand.

Passerby's were starting to look at us and I could feel their judging eyes. We had to go.

"..Study hall with Symes I see…" Joey's lip curled. "So do I."

Damnit.

"I'll just take you there then," he continued. "Curtis doesn't have a class on 4th floor right now, do you." It was more of a statement than a question. I just glared.

"Uhm, thanks," Myra said a little awkwardly. She took her schedule back and started walking toward the stairs.

"I'll see you later Ponyboy. Meet me at the front doors to go to drama." She, Joey, and his gang then disappeared up the stairs. I listened to his braggy voice bounce of the walls as he talked loudly to Myra and I could just see his arm around her waist. The day was good until he came along.

I didn't move until I didn't hear Joey's voice anymore and started running up the stairs. I was going to be late to biology. I forgot my book in the hurry and arrived to class three minutes late. I could just see Joey and Myra sitting quietly, safely in their class.

"Mr. Curtis," Mrs. Bolder said facing me when I entered the classroom. "How kind of you to join us."

I walked quickly to my seat in the back of the room and sighed. I slumped back in my seat and felt anger rise in me for Mrs. Bolding, Joey, his gang, and the whole school. But Myra.

That's when it hit me.

I like Myra.

I wrote it on the inside of my binder in pen and circled it. There was no more denying it and I wasn't going to let her slip away to a sleezy shit hole like Gallagher. Ever.

Yay! I finished the chapter. Hope you liked. Ponyboy has a little competition now. Thought it'd make it seem a little more interesting. And the school day isn't even over yet. Review please!