The Outsiders Imagines

Ponyboy

I sat at my desk in the same warm classroom with a heavy feeling of dread and a cold sweat weighing down on my body.

Please don't call my name
Please don't call my name
Please don't call my name

I chanted this over and over to myself during each and every lesson at school. Most students just feel annoyed or bored because they're being forced to attend school.

I feel like my heart might jump from my chest and everyone will just stare and perhaps laugh instead of lending an aid to my dying form.

"Miss (Y/N)." The teacher spoke loudly.

My heart rate quickened. A cold chill swept over my body.

"Answer please?" He asked once I stared stupidly for a few moments.

My throat felt as if it was sewn shut. My palms were sweaty and I couldn't move. One by one I felt everyone turn in their seats to look at me.

The little worm itching to escape this situation of humiliation. The rest of the class being the birds waiting for the right moment to swoop in and pick up on my mistake.

"U-uh." I opened my mouth and forced words out, whilst forcing them to not shake and not stutter.

"I uh don't k-know um s-s-sir." I glanced at the teacher then back at my lap and wrung my sweaty hands together anxiously.

"Very well, Michael?" The attention was turned to a soc boy in the classroom who answered within a few seconds. That struck my stomach.

He could answer the question swiftly and correctly, without panicking or feeling like the entire world was on his shoulders. I couldn't. I could barley look someone in the eye and ask what the time was.

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I walked quickly with my head down, straining my neck but it kept me from making awkward eye contact and drawing attention to myself.

After the terrifying hours of school it was finally time to go home where I could be safe and not be scared to move.

"(Y/N)!" Someone was calling my name.

No. Surely someone's not calling my name. They're talking to someone else.

I kept my head down and sped up ever so slightly. They must be talking to someone else, who would want to talk to me?

"(Y/N)!" I mean I'm just a filthy greaser girl who's scared of her own reflection and any form of social interaction.

"(Y/- damn it (Y/N)!" What if this is all in my head? What if I've finally lost it?

A hand landed on my shoulder and spun me around pulling me from my trance. My heart rate quickened yet again yet I was only staring at the ground.

"(Y/N) I was calling to you from the school gates didn't you hear me?" A male voice spoke.

My hands were starting to shake, i gripped one with the other and began to wring them nervously. I nodded slowly.

"Then why didn't you stop?" he asked. I forced myself to shrug even though all I wanted to do was crawl up in a ball and cry.

"Okay, well you dropped a folder and I thought you'd probably need it." He held out a pastel purple folder which had my name written in cursive in the top left hand corner.

I suddenly felt embarrassed over my folder and my handwriting on it and the fact that I had the stupidity to drop it.

"T-thanks." I stuttered snatching it from his hands and holding it close to my chest.

"Uh okay, uh is it okay if I walk with you? I think we live in the same street anyway." I shrugged even though I wanted to scream no and run away.

"Great." He said. I spun around and started walking yet again with my head down.

Wonderful now I'd be walking home in complete silence next to someone now creating an awkward silence.

2 minutes

"So what did you think of Miss Johnsons lesson?" He asked.

I shrugged and immediately mentally slapped myself.

"I couldn't think of anything worse than reading Romeo and Juilet."

Okay (Y/N) you need to know who this is. You need to look at them.

4 minutes

"Did you understand anything that Mr Burton was talking about during math?" I shrugged yet again.

Come on (Y/N) it's not that hard, just look at him.

5 minutes

Just turn your head to the right and up to know who he is it isn't hard.

6 minutes

God you're gonna be home soon and not know who it is.

Come on it'll take three seconds, thats it.

7 minutes

You can't man up for three freaking seconds?!

9 minutes

Okay you're gonna do it, three, two....one.

I turned my head quickly to look at him which he did aswell at the exact moment I did.

My face burned red and I snapped my head back to the pavement.

"You don't talk much do you?" Ponyboy asked. I shook my head.

Fantastic it was Ponyboy. He's in a gang full of other boys, he'll probably go home and tell them about me. How stupid and screwed up I am. How I'm terrified of social situations.

"It's okay not to talk much. You should uh try to smile more though, you've got a pretty smile uh." Ponyboy stuttered nervously.

"B-bye, maybe we could walk some other time. If you want to though, I mean if you don't want to thats fine I uh." I bit my lip to stop a smile.

"Okay uh bye!" Ponyboy called before walking away. I peeked up to see him making his way up the steps of his front porch.

I wiped my sweaty hands on my shirt finally glad to move, my joints had gone stiff from being scared to move too much. I breathed deeply.

I couldn't really think of how to end this. Maybe there will be a part 2???

Maybe.

Probably not.

Anyway the reason I wrote this was because I can relate to the girl because of anxiety and it just always made me feel bad about being shy when reading other stories where the girls are confident and outgoing.

The way the girl reacts with the anxiety is pretty much the exact same way I react in social situations that make me nervous so of course they can be different for others.