So far, your first giorno at your new school wasn’t going so well.
te felt your body slam into the cold, metal locker. Your libri fell to the floor with a thud.
“Hey, I’m sorry.” te hear a boys voice say. “Let me… “He locks eyes with you. “…help you.” He finally finishes.
The campana, bell rings, and the flood of kids seem to have disappeared.
“Thanks,” te 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.
te nod your head. “I can’t find his room though,” te admit.
“Don’t worry, Im going there to. I’ll mostra you.” He says, leading te down the hallway.
“So what’s your name. I’m Ponyboy?”
”(“Y/N).” te grin.
“Pretty name… For a girl with pretty eyes.” He says nonchalantly.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He nods. “Really.”
