Dylan's POV:

The next morning, I eagerly got dressed and got to school half an hour early, allowing me to study a bit in the library. When the bell rang, I hurried to history class and slipped into my seat. I looked at the board for the lesson, and found it was on the French Revolution. I flipped through my textbook and found the chapter on the French Revolution. Then after making sure all my pencils are sharpened, I look expectantly at the front of the room. The teacher came to the front of the room and started the lesson.

Then there was a peck on the back of my head. I felt around my hair and pulled out a small wad of paper. Then there was another peck; I twisted around and saw three rich-looking guys laughing and pointing at me, spitball sticks in hand. "Cut it out!" I whispered at them, turning back to my studies.

Another peck.

My hand shot up. Before the teacher called on me, I said, "ma'am! Those guys are shooting spitballs at me and disrupting my learning!"

The teacher ignored me and went right on teaching.

Yet ANOTHER peck. 

I jumped out of my seat and marched right up to the guy who I assumed was the leader. I grabbed him by the collar and shouted in his face, "STOP IT! SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO LEARN!"

"MR. WINSTON." The teacher scolded. I turned back to the front and was stabbed by her glare. "DETENTION!"

My jaw dropped; I've never gotten detention before. I can't get detention! That's gonna make a bad mark on my record! It could come up when I apply for college. It could come up when I try to get a job. My face went red with panic as twenty-six pairs of eyes bore straigh into me. I saw the door was wide open, and made a run for it. I got to the boys bathroom across from class and, sobbing, hid in a stall. 

A couple minutes later, I heard someone come in. I lifted my feet onto the toilet seat and tried to conceal my sobs. I heard one pair of shoes walk across the tile floor. They went right past my stall, then backed up so they were in front of my stall. "Dal? Is that you?" Asked a voice.

I sniffled. "No. It's Dylan."

"Oh. Sorry. This is Two-bit , by the way." He said. "Everything okay?"

"I-I broke a rule in a weak moment." I made myself as small as possible. 

I heard Two-bit laugh. "Wow. Are you sure you're Dally's twin?"

"Go away." I say. "I'm humiliated."

"Aw, man. I'm sorry. You wanna come on out here and talk about it?"

I sigh, climb off the toilet and open the stall door. "Hey." I mumble.

"What's going on? Class' goin on back there." The redhead said. (Ha! That rhymed!)

I told him what happened.

"Don't sweat it man; its one detention. One detention ain't gonna end the world!" He patted me on the back.

"Yeah. I guess I did kinda overreact."

"Those guys were probably just doing that 'cause you don't look tough. Now I need to pee and I can't do that when people are around."  

"Why?"

"We all have quirks." He gave me a slanted smile.  

"Okay. Bye!"

"And Dylan, you should come eat lunch with us at the dx later."

"Savvy."  I go back to class.

Later on, I was with the gang at the dx. "Hey, just a question, do I look weak?" I ask.

"Cmon man, don't think I meant that that way!" Two-bit said.

"Of course you don't! I mean, a little compared to Dally. But pretty much everyone's a wimp compared  to him." Soda reassured.

"So I'm a wimp now..." 

"That's not what I said!" 

"Maybe it's because you just don't look very greaser-y." Ponyboy suggested.

He's right; I don't wear leather jackets or jeans. 

"Maybe we could fix that." Dallas said.

With that, Dallas ran to our place then returned within a couple minutes with a set of his own clothes. He shoved them my way. "Thanks..." 

"What are you waiting for? Put 'me on." Steve leaned over the counter.

"Alright. Where's the bathroom?" I look around.

"It's all gross. You have to either change out here or go down the street to the police station. I'd recommend doing it here." Soda explained.

I hesitated.

"Go on. We're all dudes here." Two-bit said.

"Turn around." I say.

They turn around with their backs to me and I change my clothes right there in the middle of the gas station.

"Okay. I'm done." I said. 

They all turned around. "Wow you look just like Dally!" Exclaimed Pony.

"Yeah. No shit." Dally and I say at the exact same time. We looked at eachother. "Oh no..." 

"Twin telepathy!" Two-bit said very loudly, causing some other people in the gas station glance in our direction.   

"CAN IT MATTHEWS!" Dally and I say in sync again. 

The other guys laugh good-naturedly. 

"Hey," Dally put his hand on my shoulder, "about the detention, don't sweat it."

"You don't get it! Maybe it's not a big deal to you, but I'm NOT you!" I say.

Dally pulls my glasses off my face and puts them on himself with a goofy grin. "I got this!" Then he took a step forwards and fell flat on his face. "You are BLIND, man." 

I laugh. I see the blurry shape of someone bend over and pick up my brother. 

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Sorry this took so long!

Love ya!

CC