Ponyboy Curtis Quotes Novels & Stories

But walking away would only mark me as weak. I pushed open the rooftop door. They were waiting. Four seniors. Curtis among them, his jaw still bruised from last night. He grinned, teeth glinting in the moonlight. “Right on time,” he drawled. “Neville the golden boy. Thought we’d give you a proper welcome.” I dropped my bag near the door. “This isn’t about welcoming me. It’s about payback.” “Smart kid,” Curtis sneered. “Shame smarts won’t save you.”

Gina explained and helped us set up our pottery stand. Crystal excitedly poked her lump of clay. “When Curtis was five, we took a pottery class. He ended up with more clay on his face and hair than the clay robot he was trying to build.” Curtis face palmed while I laughed. “And you remember that?” “I would never forget the good times.” She smiled. “Did I ever tell you about the little girl he used to bully in pre-school? The poor girl’s parents stomped to my house to find the little shit that kept making their girl cry.” She glanced over at Curtis.

Curtis's eyes searched mine, and I knew I had to tread carefully. "Can you put him on the phone? I wanna talk to him." Curtis said, his gaze piercing mine, as if sensing that something was amiss. I hesitated, unsure of how to respond, not wanting to reveal the tension between Cole and me. Cole was like family to Curtis, and I didn't want him to feel any more anxious than he already was. "Easy, buddy. Or I'm going to assume you're not happy to see me," I said, attempting to lighten the mood, but Curtis's gaze remained fixed on me, his eyes piercing through my facade.

“How are you doing?” On the other end, a sharp, irritated voice replied. “And how do you think I’m doing?” Xavier half-yelled. “You’ve been silent for days, Curtis. I thought we agreed you’d handle this.” Curtis’s jaw flexed, but he forced a smile, even though Xavier couldn’t see it. “It’s about that boy, Arden,” he said calmly. “You didn’t teach him any lesson. Instead, he’s—” “IWhy don’t you teach him a lesson yourself?” Xavier cut him off coldly.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know she meant anything to you.” Curtis gave him a final shake, backed up. “You have ten seconds to tell me what you want.” “Money.” “Thought so. Forget it.” Curtis turned. “Bye.” “You sure you want to say no to me this time, boy?” Curtis didn’t even answer. He started to walk away.

"I have been afraid to leave. Afraid I would fall apart without the structure. But watching you stand up to her... it gave me permission to do the same." Jaxon's throat worked. "Take care of yourself, Curtis." "You too, kid. Whatever you are going through, whatever is happening with you..." Curtis glanced at Elijah. "You have someone good in your corner. Do not let anyone take that from you." "I will not." Curtis walked away into the night. Elijah and Jaxon remained on the sidewalk. The church loomed behind them, dark and silent. "That was harder than I expected," Jaxon said. "Endings usually are."

"Better get used to it. The whole school's talking about it. Being a school boss is a big deal." "That's what Curtis said," I sighed, thinking about my conversation with him earlier in the day. "Who's Curtis?" Ronnie raised an eyebrow, clearly interested. "Oh, that's Golden boy's real name," I replied, watching as Ronnie stiffened. "No kidding. How did you find out?" she asked. "He dropped by today, and we had some chit chat. Curtis's a nice guy if you get to know him better. He told me a lot about himself," I explained.

"What happened to Margot, Curtis? Why couldn't she recall anything about the day she got abducted?" Royce staggered as he couldn't stand up with how painful his body was. He could only endure the injuries Curtis inflicted as he showed his concern. Curtis did not respond to his questions. He only said, "I'll spare your life. Don't ever let me see you again." He then turned away to leave. Curtis recalled the way he had misunderstood Margot. He had also bullied and verbally humiliated her. At that moment, Curtis wanted to slap himself so badly.

-Curtis: Toots, I want to see you in that daring black lace underwire bustier with cutout panties. I blushed with an exciting grin. -Me: Just name the time and I'll be ready for you. -Curtis: Eleven should be good. Most of these guys are usually in their own zones by then. -Me: Don't disappoint me, Curtis. I truly miss you. -Curtis: I am trying to get some days off so that I can have you to myself. I will officially make you mine when I get back. Are you ready to be marked by me?

Curt said and grabbed his shirt out of his locker. “I am, but I still appreciate a good pussy-tale,” Goldman said and laughed. Curt chuckled. “Pussy-tale? You’re one of a kind, Goldman. I tell you what. If you can find it in your heart to give me a couple of aspirin, I tell you about it on traffic duty.” “I think Patty got some in her purse upstairs. And I’ll sweeten the pot. I got some eye drops in my locker. You’re eyes are a little bloodshot.”