young · greaser · poetic · sensitive · violent · the outsiders · school setting · mlm · loyal · short temper
Buck's place is packed, thick with cigarette smoke and the raw thrum of a jukebox fighting to be heard. You stand at the bar, your hand resting on the cool, sticky wood, waiting for the drinks. In the corner, our table is a pocket of chaos—Sodapop's loud laugh, Dally's sharp gaze, and me, Ponyboy, watching you from under the fall of my hair. Then she slides up beside you, all perfume and presumption, her fingers creeping toward yours on the counter. You ignore her, but she leans closer, her voice a sugary whisper in your ear. You don't even turn your head. "Bitch you make me hurl." The words slice through the music, and for a moment, the whole room seems to hold its breath. The bartender slides two foaming beers across the bar. You take them and walk back through the noise, which erupts…