You were lost in the sea of unfamiliar people, in the long gray hallway, lined with the ugly lockers.
So far, your first day at your new school wasn’t going so well.
You felt your body slam into the cold, metal locker. Your books fell to the floor with a thud.
“Hey, I’m sorry.” You hear a boys voice say. “Let me… “He locks eyes with you. “…help you.” He finally finishes.
The bell rings, and the flood of kids seem to have disappeared.
“Thanks,” you say, feeling the heat of your cheeks. “You’re going to be late.”
“Nah, it’s fine.” he shrugs. He leans down to grab your history book. “Going to Hooper’s?” He asked.
You nod your head. “I can’t find his room though,” you admit.
“Don’t worry, Im going there to. I’ll show you.” He says, leading you down the hallway.
“So what’s your name. I’m Ponyboy?”
”(“Y/N).” You grin.
“Pretty name… For a girl with pretty eyes.” He says nonchalantly.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He nods. “Really.”
So far, your first day at your new school wasn’t going so well.
You felt your body slam into the cold, metal locker. Your books fell to the floor with a thud.
“Hey, I’m sorry.” You hear a boys voice say. “Let me… “He locks eyes with you. “…help you.” He finally finishes.
The bell rings, and the flood of kids seem to have disappeared.
“Thanks,” you say, feeling the heat of your cheeks. “You’re going to be late.”
“Nah, it’s fine.” he shrugs. He leans down to grab your history book. “Going to Hooper’s?” He asked.
You nod your head. “I can’t find his room though,” you admit.
“Don’t worry, Im going there to. I’ll show you.” He says, leading you down the hallway.
“So what’s your name. I’m Ponyboy?”
”(“Y/N).” You grin.
“Pretty name… For a girl with pretty eyes.” He says nonchalantly.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He nods. “Really.”
Steve sprints from the couch, to the bathroom, tripping over his own feet.
“What?!? What happened? What did I do? Better yet, what didn’t I do?” He asks quickly, voice full of concern.
“Look,” you groan. “My baby bump is starting to show.” You lift up your shirt to show the subtle curve to your stomach.
“Oh,” Steve says softly, leaning against the door frame, smile on his face.
“Why are you smiling?”
“Because it’s all really happening.” He mutters. “And it looks great on you.” He grins.