A/N this is my first Outsiders fic. I absolutely love the book! So basically a middle-class girl goes to Ponyboy's school. He kind of likes her and she likes him but they don't really talk much.

I don't own The Outsiders. I'm just a huge fan XD

Chapter one

Ponyboy's P.O.V.

I woke up one morning to the sound of a violin.

I know what you're thinking. Why the heck is someone playing the violin at six o'clock in the morning? I honestly didn't know why. I groaned as I got dressed for school and went into the kitchen.

"Hey Pony! Want some chocolate cake?" my older brother, Sodapop, asked.

"Sure," I said. I wonder how we stay so skinny. We have chocolate cake at least once a day.

As I ate my cake, Soda asked me how school was.

"It's fine," I simply answered him.

He gave me this funny look. I shrugged it off and shouldered my book bag as I walked out the door.

I caught up with my friend, Lyle. Well, we weren't really friends; I just kind of hung around him and his friends. Usually they don't even know I'm standing right behind them.

This time they were actually waiting for me. This really surprised me because they never stand there looking for me.

"There you are, Pony! Where were you?" Lyle asked.

"I was at my house," I said.

"Okay, okay. I saw this new girl earlier and she's definitely your type!" Lyle kind of sounds like a female teenage Soc right about now.

"Um, I'm too young for girls," I simply told him.

"No you aren't!" he argues.

I just role my eyes and ignore him and the rest of his posse. Sometimes people are just so dumb.

I got on the old school bus and sat in my regular seat near the front of the bus. I usually don't talk to anyone unless Lyle wants to tell me something. But today was different from any other day. A new girl just barely got to the bus on time. Her brown hair was wild and all over the place. She gasped out, "Where should I sit?"

"I don't care," the old driver said.

She looked around the bus. Unfortunately for her, that was our last stop and not many seats were open for her to sit in. If there was one, it was some know-it-all who could talk her ear off about the Art of Boredom. Fortunately for her, I didn't usually talk about anything and she might've sensed that. She sat down next to me and smiled.

"I'm Pauleen," she said in a high-pitched voice. "I'm new here."

I mumbled a, "hi," and continued to stare out the window.

I knew I was being sort of rude to her. She probably didn't want to really be friends with me because I was a Greaser and judging by the way she dressed, she was at least middle class.

"Right," she said. She stared at the shoes she was wearing.

"What's your name?" she asked in a hushed voice.

"Ponyboy Curtis," I mumbled.

"That's… Original," she said.

"Well, my dad was an original person," I told her.

I turned to look at her. I mean REALLY look at her for the first time. She had messy light brown hair and the most intense green eyes I've ever seen. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a purple and orange striped shirt. She wore no makeup and had no piercings or jewelry. She blushed a deep scarlet while I stared at her.

"Sorry," I muttered as I turned back to the window.

"It's okay. I just get shy talking to people I just met," she said.

"Oh. Okay." I turned back to her.

We sat there in silence for a while. It was a little awkward.

"Awkward," she said.

I smiled. I was starting to like this girl.

"What grade are you in?" I asked her.

"I'm in ninth," she said.

"I am too!" I told her.

"Okay, wouldn't it be crazy if we were in all the same classes?" Pauleen asked.

"Oh yeah. What do you have first period?"

She frowned. "English. Then History, Math, Science, P.E., and Study hall."

"I have that in the same order," I said.

"Okay, I want it to be a surprise if we get the same teachers," Pauleen told me.

"Fine. Where's your locker?" I'm not usually very welcoming to new kids. I don't know why I was being nice to her.

The bus came to a stop. Everyone started to file out.

"I'll show you," she told me.

I followed her while she was looking for the number. Turns out her locker was just one away from mine. Kit Gardener, a twelfth grade Soc, was in between them and making out with her boyfriend, quite disgustingly if you ask me.

"Ew," Pauleen said.

After I put my things in my locker, I turned back to Pauleen.

"Who's your first period teacher?" I asked.

"Um, Mr. Lickson," she said.

I gave her a weird look. There was no teacher by that name in this school or probably anywhere. I glanced at the paper that had her schedule on it. I sighed. "That says Mr. Likens. Don't worry he's nice. I have him too."

She looked a little relieved. I knew right then that I'd have to take her under my wing. If she hangs with me then more than likely I'll be her only friend.

A/N Well, was it good? This is probably the longest thing I've ever written. (Which is kinda pathetic) Anyway, review and tell me what you think!