Again, I don't own Ponyboy, Darry, Dally, Johnny, Sodapop, Steve, Cherry/Sherri, Marcia, Randy, Bob, or Paul.
A/N: I'll try to upload as much as I can! Also, this is a few years before the Curtis' parents died.
"Go." From the word, Jacklynn shoved past everyone, to get to the book bins first. They weren't actually books on the Holocaust, just past projects. Each year, someone new, someone who miraculously survived, would come out to their school, and describe in great detail, what it was like to be in the Concetration Camps, the ghetto, and so such. She skimmed through projects on the camps, until she found Sherri's. The grade, of course, had been marked out, but by the way everything looked, it seemed promising. Without getting Ponyboy a book, she, again, shoved through hordes of her people, back to her desk, where she sat down. Jackie quickly pulled out her yellow notebook labeled 'History', opened up Cherry's project, and began copying down everything on the camps.
"You ain't gon' get me one?" Ponyboy asked, though he was sure he already knew the answer. Socs, such as Jacklynn, wouldn't do anything for greasers if their lives depended on it.
"Fuck you. Hell no, I ain't gonna you shit. Get it yourself, lazy ass greaser." She replied, without looking at him. Jacklynn wasn't afraid of cursing, much less in a classroom. Socs, they could get away with anything they so pleased. Ponyboy, with a fustrated sigh, shoved himself back and got his own book. Why did she hate people like him so much, but seemed so...nice to other people? Why did money matter so much to her? He thought, as he walked to the mess of scattered and torn booklets. He picked up one that looked decent, oblivious to the footprints that were all over the book. He squinted, trying to read the messily printed name on the cover. The name was smudged, but by the way it looked, it was his oldest brother's, Darrel Curtis.
Darrel was large in build, and quite handsome. His eyes were blue-green, and very warm, like melting ice. He would always help Ponyboy with his homework, if needed. Though they were poor, Lucille, their mother, and Darrel Sr., their father, were saving as much as they possibly could to send him off to college. Darrel also loved to play football with Paul Mc Coy, one of Jackie's entourage. Though Jacklynn refused to admit or mention it, she had a large crush on Darrel. The only two people who knew were Maria, and Darrel had a feeling that she did, but, wasn't exactly sure of it. What good would a Soc do for him and his greaser brothers? Absolutley nothing. Jacklynn might cause World War III in their household, but he was positive Lucille wouldn't approve. Not that they would like her, anyhow. She was a big-time. The typical, snobby, obnoxious, West-Side rich kid. They'd hate her first thing. Not that it mattered. Jackie was only twelve, a year younger than Ponyboy, whilst he was twenty, an eight-year age difference. It was both unacceptable and disgusting in his eyes.
Jacklynn wasn't much of a looker, either. She wasn't horrendous-looking, but she wasn't as pretty as Cherry Valance, or had as nice hair as Anne. Jackie knew it was being fat that kept Darry from casting a glance at her. She sighed, feeling the fat underneath her blouse. She had a muffintop, and it stuck out from her skirts, no matter how long, or big they were. The thought of it made stinging tears rise to her eyes, but, she quickly wiped them away. Why did God make her fat? With her fists clenched, she took a few deep breaths. She wouldn't let anybody, much less a greaser, see tears run down her face.
"I know you like my brother." Ponyboy whispered, after minutes of dragging silence. Jacklynn's eyes were as wide as stained-glass windows when she whipped her head towards him.
"What?" She asked, unable to comprehend what the greaser male had just said.
"I said, I know you like Darry." His eyes were cold.
"How do you know, huh?" Jacklynn spat, thinking that she could lie her way out of the crack she had caught herself in.
Ponyboy just shrugged his shoulders. It was a bit obvious that she had a liking for him. All the girls did. Well, all the girls except for Sandy, Jacklynn's sworn female enemy. Sandy was a greaser, like Ponyboy and his brothers, but she was a real nice girl. Her hair was blonde, her eyes were china blue, and she liked Sodapop. A lot of greasy girls, and some borderline Socs, flocked over to the DX to chat and flirt with Soda, or swoon over Steve's knowledge of cars. Mostly, it was for Sodapop. Jackie's eyes pierced into his, filled with rage, disgust, and confusion. Just as Ponyboy was going to say something smart, the bell rang. A brief recap of Jackie's school day flew through her mind. How, in any way, could she have let a hint out that she liked him, besides the intials in her notebook?
"Shoot, Jackie. Run over me, won't you?" Maria giggled. Jackie said nothing, but gestured her to the bathroom.
"What? We've gotta get to class..." The look in Jacklynn's eyes stopped her from saying any more.
"The greaser boy in my class found out, Maria!"
"Found out what?" She whispered quickly, realizing how serious the situation was in Jacklynn's eyes.
"Who I like, stupid! There isn't anything else to find out! Everyone knows already that we smoke hash."
"That you what?" Someone asked, poking their head in.
"Nothing, Angela. Get out of here. We're talking." Maria snapped, shoving Angela to the side as they strode past.