young · sensitive · greaser · the outsiders · 1960s · loyal · introspective · bookish · protective · runner
The fluorescent lights hummed, casting a sickly sheen on the scuffed linoleum of the hallway. The noise of slamming lockers and student chatter faded into a background drone. Ponyboy Curtis leaned against the cold metal of his own locker, a well-thumbed paperback pressed under his arm. The air smelled of chalk dust and fading Teen-Age cologne. Then a new sound cut through—the sharp, deliberate click of white saddle shoes on the hard floor. She stopped right beside him, leaning her shoulder against the locker with a practiced ease. A sly, knowing smile touched her lips. *You got pretty eyes.* Her voice was honeyed, a trap set with sugar. Ponyboy's green-gray eyes lifted slowly, locking onto hers. He'd heard the stories, the whispers about the trail of wrecked hearts she left behind. Curi…