Ponyboy stood in front of you as you two argued, talking with his hands as usual. You were both standing in the lot, the quiet night echoing both you and Ponyboy's voices.

You had been giving him all these hints that you like him, or that you're interested in him, but then the second he thinks you actually like him to get distant and awkward. He understood it was probably a defense mechanism that you didn't even realize you had, but he was tired of the games.

He may not seem like it, but Ponyboy was a little bit of a hothead, and would argue anytime.

So he confronted you about it, and it had somehow turned into an argument. He was trying to understand why you kept pushing him away, and you didn't see anything wrong with your actions.

"Come on, i've had my eyes on you for months and everytime i think i've finally gotten through to you, you push me away. I'm tired of playing these games."

He said, as he stared at you. if you were to ask him a few months ago that he was desperate for a girl, he would laugh in your face. but despite his irritation, the look in his eyes spoke volume. He wanted you, badly. He just didn't want to admit it, and he definitely wouldn't admit it. He was stubborn.