I still thank you for reviews and support. Ponyboy and Myra's POV. R&R!

The bell finally rang and I was let out of biology. I hurried of to my study hall now, hoping to get my homework done and the class to run faster than usual; I wanted to see Myra.

Luckily I didn't run into Gallagher as I headed back from my locker to class but I didn't see one sign of Myra either, and that's when I figured I should've tried to remember some of her schedule so I'd know where she'd be.

Do I sound like a stalker?

I decided not to worry about that matter too much at the moment when my textbooks were overrunning with papers and homework to be done in.

'Kingdom, Phylum, Class, Order, Family, Genes, Species…'

Myra was erased from my mind for the next forty-five minutes as I finished questions for biology. I didn't even hear the bell ring until Ms. Gallagher had to tap me on the shoulder.

"Ponyboy…You need to go," she said, giving me a concerned look. Everyone was gone in the room. "You're going to be late for your next class."

My eyes widened as Myra's face burst into my mind. MYRA!

I didn't even say thanks as I raced out of class and down the stairwell to the first floor. Kids everywhere were piling into classes but I settled down a little when I reached the first level and remembered that Ms. Taylor allowed her kids be two minutes late.

On time, Myra was standing at the front doors not looking the least bit awkward as kids walked by, giving her weird looks. She smiled when she saw me.

"S-Sorry I'm late," I stuttered.

"That's okay." Myra smiled at me. "I hope we won't be late though…I don't want to be the reason you have to be late…"

"Oh it's nothing," I said, looking at her and trying to put on a smile, "The class is this way anyways."

Thankfully, there were kids in my class coming the opposite way down the hall so we weren't the last ones in the room.

Myra walked into class before me and didn't notice the whispers of other Socs or looks of wonder on people's faces after a moment of standing there.

"Mr. Curtis, I think you can take your seat," Ms. Taylor said, raising an eyebrow at me. She reminded me a lot of Two-Bit. "I think Myra can find her own seat." She looked at the seating chart in her hand "….Which just so happens to be by your's. How pleasant."

Myra grinned at me. I grinned back and led her to our seats in the back of the room.

Ms. Taylor followed us with some papers and laid them on Myra's lap. "Here ya go Sweetie," she said. "This is drama class, as you know, and in ninth grade we do small skits and plays. These papers just explain what we're doing this quarter."

Myra read them over and Ms. Taylor continued as the class looked on. "Have you ever acted before?"

Myra looked up after a delayed second. "Ehh…Not really," she said, "Little things in school, but nothing really big."

Ms. Taylor smiled wider. "Well, would you like to try out for a part today or tomorrow after school? We're doing the play Gone With the Wind for the school and I'm trying to recruit as many people as possible for the auditions. I understand if you don't want to, since you just moved her and all…"

"I think that would be fun," Myra said, grinning wider at Ms. Taylor.

I always liked Ms. Taylor, even Sodapop liked her. She was different than the other teachers. She didn't pick favorites in class and tried to include everybody in things. Johnny liked her too; because he didn't like talking in front of the class, she didn't make him do very much. Her room had no desks in it, just chairs seated in a circle and a large space in the middle; very different and more refreshing than the other teachers' rooms. Ms. Taylor was also the youngest teacher in the school; just five years older than Darry, and not married. She told us on the first day of school that she thought getting married was overrated. With bright brown eyes and golden hair, I'd say she could get any guy she wanted.

"Okay, today we're going to do some little things for the play," Ms. Taylor began. "We'll learn what blocking is and small things like that. Anyone that wants to audition for the play can also do so right now; since at the end of the quarter, we'll be doing a short one act play for the school, and everyone here is going to audition. …Riight…?" She grinned at us.

She turned away for a minute but immediately turned back around. "Okay," she said cheerfully, "we're going to start with blocking. So now we need parts." She looked the class over. I could see out of the corner of my eye, Myra leaned forward watching Ms. Taylor intently; almost as though she was grading her on something.

"Okay…I'm just going to pretend on the skit," Ms. Taylor muttered. "Okay….Who would like to volunteer to be…Oh, I don't know…A kid named Casey."

Myra was the first one with her hand up. Everyone looked at her strangely.

"Well, that's nice!" Ms. Taylor said, ushering Myra up to the front. Myra was grinning…almost psycho like…?

"Now…How about a boy named Charlie?" Ms. Taylor looked around.

One kid raised his hand. I noticed he was one of Gallagher's crowd. I almost kicked myself.

"Nick…All right then…Um…A Jen?"

A Soc girl, who's name was Jenny, raised her hand.

"And one more boy…" Ms. Taylor tapped her finger against her chin. "How about an Alex."

One Soc boy raised his hand. I knew I wasn't the only one that noticed it; two Socs, and two Greasers.

"Okay," Ms. Taylor began. "Now, first, we must know where to put you all."

She walked to the center of the room to face the four kids standing up in front of her, and situated them to the way she wanted. She then stepped back and looked out at them.

"Okay, class, I need you to pay attention," Ms. Taylor demanded, "because this is blocking."

She turned around to face the class and looked at us for a second and raised her right hand, "This is stage left," she announced, "this is the stages' right and your left. If it's stage right-" her left hand shot up- "this would be your right, and everyone on the stages' left."

I noticed Myra looked like she was ready to bust out laughing. She then raised her hand.

"Yes Myra?" Ms. Taylor looked a bit confused.

Myra snorted and was grinning. "That's not right."

"What's not right?" Ms. Taylor asked, starting to look offended.

Uh-oh, I thought.

"That's not right blocking," Myra said, starting to laugh a little. She leaned up against the cabinet on the outskirts of the circle.

"Yes, it is," Ms. Taylor spat. She crossed her arms across her chest. She was mad. I had never seen her mad before. Ever.

"No it's not," Myra said calmly, stepping up to where Ms. Taylor was. She turned around to face the class too. "Stage right, is the stage's right, not their right…That's why it's called stage right. Same with stage left." She glanced over at Ms. Taylor.

Everyone was leaning in their seats. Little new girl had just corrected a teacher; that's not something you do.

Ms. Taylor was staring at her and I could see a muscle going in her jaw. That's when her eyes widened for a moment as though she realized something, and her face went white. Myra smiled a little.

Everyone was quiet for a moment before Myra spoke again, "…Not to be rude…but I do think I'm right."

"Is she?" someone yelled out.

Ms. Taylor looked at Myra for a long moment, her expression on her face showing like she was about to vomit, then looked at the class. "Y-Yes," she stuttered, "Myra is right…"

Everyone just looked at each other then back at blushing Myra and very red Ms. Taylor. And Ms. Taylor wasn't just embarrassed. Ms. Taylor was the only one in the school who knew a lot about acting; we just followed her instructions. And suddenly it looked like she had competition…from a freshman.

Myra's POV

I had to look down. There was no way I could stare into Ms. Taylor's rage-filled face anymore. I'm sorry if I had to correct her…She got something wrong; something really simple. I'm an actress, so I'm all up on these things. Hey, I was acting right then too! And as the drama teacher, shouldn't she have known these things?

Finally, Ms. Taylor broke her eyes from me. "I have other things to do!" she suddenly announced. "Things for the play…I don't think we'll be doing anything else today. You all are free to talk." She walked briskly back over to her desk and sat down in it. Her hair covered her face and she started writing vigorously.

I didn't notice the other people were already sitting down and I was left up in the middle alone. Suddenly, for the first time all day as a student, I felt awkward. People were staring at me, giving me bewildered looks. I grinned nervously and walked back over to my seat.

"What happened?!" Ponyboy whispered loudly. I don't know why he was whispering; everyone else was being quite loud.

"What do you mean what happened?" I asked coolly. I felt flushed.

"Why did you do that?" Ponyboy asked. A smile played at his lips. "Most people, even if they knew it, would leave it alone."

"Well, if people get things wrong, it bugs me…" I said truthfully. Especially if it's something about acting. Suddenly, it occurred to me that I should just leave things like this be. I was going to give away my identity if I didn't stop soon. I knew that if Ms. Taylor didn't know about blocking, she probably didn't know much about anything else. I was just going to have to sit it out.

Ponyboy was staring at me dazed. "That was amazing though…"

I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to come face to face with the Soc girl that was up in front with me. "What did you just do?" she snapped.

"Excuse me?" I asked nonchalantly. I leaned back in my seat and looked the girl in the eye.

"You just corrected Ms. Taylor!" She spat, like I was supposed to know that that was the most wrong thing to do in the world.

"Annnd…?" I asked. "She got something incorrect." The girl was starting to make me get angry.

"Ms. Taylor is the nicest teacher in the school! And you got on her wrong side. Watch it girl…" She growled. "If you keep it up you won't survive here." The Soc abruptly got up and walked back to her seat.

"Isn't that what we tell them?" I grinned and turned back to Ponyboy. "That they can't survive in this school?"

Ponyboy grinned back. "Sometimes."

The bell rang. "Wow, that went fast…" I said, looking up at the ceiling.

"Yeah, probably because you didn't notice how long you were standing there being glared at by Ms. Taylor," Ponyboy replied. I grabbed my papers and raced Ponyboy out of the classroom and into the crowded hallway.

"Where do you go next?" Ponyboy asked, stopping dead in the hallway.

I handed him my schedule.

"I'll meet you at Philips' room all right?" he asked. "I have Philips for eighth hour."

"All right," I said.

The rest of the day went by pretty fast. None off the teachers gave me anymore homework. It was kind of nice….Especially because I couldn't stop thinking about how nice Ponyboy was….And the fact that Joey wouldn't stop looking at me.

Ponyboy didn't meet up with me at Philips room, even though that's where I was coming from and that's where he was going. I figured he probably was a little caught up with something, and was going to be late.

So, I found my way myself.

Ninth hour. History. Gallagher. Amazing teacher, who gave me the most amazing seat ever: back row, corner.

"Hey babe." Someone slid into the seat next to me. I turned to find navy eyes staring back at me. Joey.

"H-Hey," I stuttered back. He was grinning at me. I looked down and felt my face turn red.

"How do you like this class so far?"

"I just got here." I focused on writing down the notes about South Africa on the board.

"Aaaand…-"

"Joey, you should really be writing down the notes," I blurted. I looked up in spite of myself. That wasn't like me. Most of the time, I could care less. My eyes widened and I spat a quick apology.

"Nah, baby, it's all good." Joey smirked at me. "Kim's my aunt…"

I gave him a small smile. "Well, that's cool."

Joey leaned back in his seat. "Yeah-" He looked like he was about to say something important when-

RING!

Joey's face fell and everyone started packing up to go. I waited for him.

"Thanks for giving me some entertainment in class," I said huddling my books close to me.

"No problem." He looked down for a second. "I heard about what happened in drama today." He grinned. "That was real tuff what you did."

"Uh, thanks." I smiled. We exited the room into the crowded hallway.

"So, I was just wondering if you'd like to hang out sometime," Joey asked casually. His eyes shined. I knew he wasn't as tough as he looked.

"Su-" I began.

"MYRA!" Ponyboy came running towards me.

Joey and Ponyboy's eyes flashed at each other when they crossed paths.

"Curtis."

"Gallagher."

Ponyboy immediately ignored Joey for me. "I'll walk you to your locker and walk you out too, if you'd like."

I smiled. "Sure, thanks."

I remembered Joey, who was standing there glaring at Ponyboy. "I'll see you tomorrow, Joey."

"Bye," Joey said. As if on cue, his friend in drama with me passed by and the two of them rushed off, talking.

"C'mon, let's go." Ponyboy's eyes were suddenly a little less happy.

We weaved in and out of the students who were trying to get out of the school as fast as they could. The stairwells were crowded and Ponyboy and I had to duck under people to get through a lot of the mess.

We made it to my locker. "Thanks," I panted.

"Any time. Are you walking home or getting a ride?"

"Walking," I replied.

There was a silence. "I-I could walk you home," Ponyboy commented.

I thought then smiled. "Sure, why not." I felt a tingling all over my body.

Ponyboy smiled as I gathered all of my books together and the two of us walked out of the school.

People ignored us now as we walked, silently, down the street.

"So have you met any other friends?" Ponyboy questioned.

I shook my head. "No, not really. That Joey Gallagher is kind of nice, though."

Ponyboy shrugged. "Eh, we don't get along too well." He was quiet. "Well, when my gang comes back to school, I could introduce you to them too. You'd like them."

I smiled. "That'd be nice. Oh, take a left here."

We turned down a road, my road.

Ponyboy looked around but didn't say anything. I could tell he didn't expect me to be a Soc, and was a bit taken aback.

Finally I stopped in front of my house. "Thanks Ponyboy. I'll see you at school tomorrow."

"Okay…Bye." Ponyboy waved and started walking slowly, then quickly down the block.

I watched him go then turned onto my sidewalk and up the front steps. The door was unlocked and I let myself in. My dad was in the front room, drinking coffee and reading a book.

He looked up. "How was your first day?" he asked.

"Mmm, good." I walked into the kitchen and poured myself some water.

Dad followed me. "Did you meet any new friends?"

I thought for a moment whether I should tell him or not. "Well, I met these boys named Ponyboy and Joey."

"Ponyboy….Hmm, nice name. Anyone else?"

"Not really….Ponyboy helped me out a lot. And Joey was just nice." I smiled at the thought of them.

"Any homework?"

"None."

"Good." Dad looked at his watch. "Well, we can go out tonight to celebrate your first day at school. Go upstairs and get changed."

I smiled and hurried upstairs, but when I entered my room, I collapsed on my bed.

"Wow," I thought to myself. "I think I like Ponyboy." But Joey's face still loomed in my mind.