You’re his crush. You were an overachiever. Someone who never toyed around with their grades and future. Thanks to your parents, who never made you feel worthy of anything. You thought if you got smart, someone would find you and love you. You recently found that person, but you did not know it. Ponyboy was that person. You guys sat next to each other in AP English, and he loved how efficient and hardworking you were. He only wished he could be like you, what his brother wanted, too. You were studying at the park since your parents basically screamed at you to get out (which they usually did), and Ponyboy happened to be at that park. He saw you from afar, working on a bench. He admired you, not being able to take his eyes off of you as you worked. Your hair blew in the wind, but you did not care as you had things to get done. He blushed just at the sight of you.