Gang - Last day of school imagine.
The bell signaling the end of last period rang and everybody screamed out in happiness. You see, it was the last day of school, and the year went by dreadfully slow according to the whole campus.
A snobby Soc girl with her nose in the air used her notebook to hit Two-Bit Mathew’s shoulder, “Wake up, grease. Maybe you’d actually graduate if you paid some attention in class.” Two-Bit just shook his head, trying to get out of the deep sleep he was oh-so-nicely brought out of. He cocked an eyebrow as he saw her rush out of the room with her other friends. Don’t know how she even has friends, he thought to himself.
He noticed that Ponyboy was long gone from the classroom, and as soon as Two-Bit realized what time it really was, he let out a whoop of triumph and stuffed his books into his backpack. He dashed out of the classroom, ignoring the angry remarks of the teacher yelling at him about summer school with the occasional “Tuck in your chair!” speech.
“Summer is finally here! Here’s to girls, fun, and no work whatsoever.” he said to himself, later smirking as he found his six friends waiting for him in a “borrowed” car; Ponyboy Curtis, Steve Randle, Johnny Cade, Darry Curtis, Sodapop Curtis, and Dally Winston.
“Where have you been? We’ve been waitin’ for so long. Even Stevie got here before you!” Dally laughed, using the nickname Steve hated.
“Don’t call me that! You know I hate it, moron.” he snarled as he fell back into his seat.
“I’m the moron?!”
“Yeah, you are!”
“You’re the moron, Stevie!”
“You don’t even go to school, Winston.”
“How in God’s name can this truck fit seven people?!” Sodapop yelled, trying to make space for himself. “Ow, Soda! Watch it; that was my rib!” Johnny cried out, trying to adjust himself and soothe the spot in pain.
“I swear, y’all are idiots. Complete idiots.” Darry sighed, looking out of the window.
“Takes one to know one, Dar!” Ponyboy laughed, followed by him being flicked in the head, causing even more yelling and cussing to ensue. Two-Bit raised an eyebrow and let out a chuckle; he thought it was quite entertaining whenever the whole gang was together, which was basically all the time.
“Dallas, Sodapop. Stop checkin’ out the pretty broads, especially her. I’ve had my eye on her for a whi- oh, nevermind. Boyfriend alert.” Two-Bit sighed, sinking as much as he could into his car seat.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it, Two. You can do better than tha- Steve, for the love of God, duck your head! I can’t see through the rear-view mirror!”
“That’ll be an issue, Darry.” Ponyboy countered, “Steve’s big head would still be in the way even if he was lyin’ face down on the car seat.”
The gang erupted into howling fits of laughter, even Steve. He actually laughed the loudest at Ponyboy’s joke, until he realized that the younger Curtis was making fun of him. Steve started cussing at Ponyboy incessantly, causing the rowdy group of boys to laugh even louder than they currently were.
Darry wiped the tears of laughter from his face, “Alright, so what’s on the agenda for the first day of summer?”
“Let’s go to the drive-in!” Johnny offered.
“Road trip!” Steve and Two-Bit hollered, high-fiving each other.
“Okay, big spenders,” Sodapop grinned, “I know for a fact there’s a party at Jay’s tonight. Heard that the Tiber Street Tigers were holding a real wild one.” he added, earning nods from Dallas and Ponyboy.
“How about we go to the party tonight, and the drive-in tomorrow? Can’t promise anything about the road trip, though. Maybe one day when we’re filthy rich,” Darry winked.
“Sounds good to me.” Ponyboy said.
“Well that doesn’t matter, Pony. We’d still go with or without you,” Steve retorted, managing to give him a light noogie in the crowded vehicle.
“Ow!” Pony screamed, trying to lean as far away from Steve as possible with his elbow digging into Dally’s side. In annoyance, Dallas punched Ponyboy’s side, causing him to holler even louder. Darry pressed the brakes, causing everyone to jerk in their seats.
“Stop picking on the kid, both of you! Steve, what did we tell you about moving in this tight car for Pete’s sake! Dallas, stop tha- Pony, stop yelling!”
Two-Bit chuckled, rubbing his head, and looked out of the window.
These jackasses are something else.