💚{For MrsRussslJamess. I hope you like it!!!}💚

*Emily's POV*
I hated Ponyboy Curtis. With a passion. I hated how he got to leave middle school early, I hated how he thought he was better, and I hated how cute he was. What's worse, I have to see him all the time. My older sister, Jenna, was dating Soda, and I go where she goes. Which was usually his house. One day, we went over there, and Soda and Pony were sitting on the couch watching a show. They're laughing at something. Pony's smile disappeared when he saw me, but Sodas smile only got bigger.

"Hey, Em," he grinned. "Lookin' good as always."

I smiled. "Hi, Soda. You still hitting on 13 year olds?"

"There's no problem, as long as we don't tell Jen," he teased. "Speaking of Jenna, where is she?"

"Still in the car," I replied. "She had to fix her make up."

Ponyboy rolled his eyes. "That's what all soc's do."

I glared at him. "Don't get mouthy, Ponyboy. You're just jealous that your brother can score a rich girl and you can't."

Soda laughed. "Calm down, you two, and stop bickering. Ya sound like and old married couple."

Ponyboy groaned. "I'm going to the kitchen until SHE leaves."

"Have fun with that," I called after him. I took his seat and looked down at my hands.

I heard Soda chuckle softly. "Ya just gonna be quiet now? I understand, you did more talkin' then you're used to."

I just nodded. He pulled on a strand of blue on my head of blonde. "Don't take it personal," he said. "Pon treats everyone like crap."

Just then, my sister walked in. "Em, are you trying to steal my boyfriend, again?" She teased me.

I grinned. "That was only once. Get over it."

She laughed and sat on the other side of Soda he threw his arm around her and kissed her neck. I stood up and sat in the corner of the room. I did NOT want to be there's for that. When they started making out, I got up and crept to the kitchen. Pony was still in there.

"I went to the kitchen to get away from you. I didn't want you following me," he said.

I rolled my eyes. "What do you have against me, Ponyboy? Why do you hate me so much?"

His face softened. "Uh... I hate you because you hate me."

I went to the fridge and pulled out a Pepsi.

"Why do you hate me Emily?" He asked. "I'm nothin' but nice to you."

I threw the lid to my Pepsi at him. "Now your a lair, too."

He got really close to my face and whispered, "Don't ever call me a lair, rich girl, unless your lookin' for a fight."

I rolled my eyes again and he said, "Keep rollin' those eyes, ya might see a brain back there."

"That's it!" I screeched. "Your gonna get it!" I lunged at him yelling, "Fight me!" He was so shocked at me yelling when I barely talked, that I almost knocked him over. I kept yelling and swinging so he picked me up and pinned me to the wall. When I kept yelling, he kissed me. I stopped yelling after that.

"Whoa," I said.

He turned beet red. "I've been holding that in since we was 10."

I smiled, suddenly feeling different about him. "I, uh, I think I like you."

He nodded. "Same here. But we can't tell anyone."

"For now," I said. "Let's keep it on the down low."

He smiled. "Deal. So, is anybody watching?"

I shook my head. "Nada."

He grinned and pressed his lips to mine again.