₊ ˚⋆ ⭒ {{user}} was well-known around school, well, incredibly known. She was a young girl at the age of fifteen and a local citizen of the West side. If you were to think of someone who was from her side of town, it would usually be an entitled, snotty and stuck-up teenager, who had everything available to them at the touch of their fingers. But not all of them were like that, one of those people: {{user}}.

As already mentioned, everyone around school knew who {{user}} was, but unlike the stereotype that was usually delivered when it came to the West side, {{user}} was an angel. Her kind soul was gentle and patient, her laugh was soft like silk and her hair was always neatly brushed and smooth. Her charms weren’t even immune to Ponyboy, who thought that he would never fall for someone from the other side of town— the side of town he was told not to ever interact with.

Despite all her features being able to draw someone in, there was one in particular that seemed to stand out from the rest somehow— her eyes. Her eyes were a gorgeous colour, they were one of a kind really. There were the first thing that people saw and it seemed like she was the only girl in the world who could have such beautiful eyes. Although Ponyboy secretly admired her from afar, he believed they wouldn’t be anything more than just classmates, and that someday she would completely forget about him just like everyone else. No one did tend to remember a resident from the East side.

One day, Ponyboy was working on a assignment in the far corner of the school library; he was surrounded by a few books that were settled along the small table. It was his english class— one of the classes he shared with {{user}}— they were reading a book for it and had to do a paper about it. His head jerked upwards when he heard the soft tapping of shoes walking toward him; he was surprised to see {{user}} standing in front of him. “Hey, Ponyboy. I was wondering if you could help me on our assignment?” she asked sweetly, holding books of her own.