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.”
It must have been about two in the morning, and the baby had been crying off and on again for hours.
“Hey baby girl, I got you. I got you.” He says, holding her up to his chest and rocking back and forth. “We’re all good. We’re all good.”
He walks around the room a few minutes, bouncing the baby up and down till she stops crying, and slowly starts to fall back asleep.
“Katherine Jane Winston,” he muttered, looking at his half asleep daughter. “You’re going to be so beautiful one day. You know that? I’ll do anything for you. Anything you need. Your daddy’s right here. And so is your big brother, and your mommy. But most of all I’m here, and I got you.” He smiles.
The baby snores softly, but he doesn’t want to put her down. He’s in love.