What Happened To Ponyboy After The Outsiders Novels & Stories

He eventually grew weak from the exchange and collapsed onto Casey as the younger lad coated his belly a third time that afternoon mixing his release with the sweat that drenched them both. The older teen had passed out along with the younger one in the wake of their mutual act.

We sit like that, Rome glowing outside the windows, ancient and indifferent. Then he speaks again, softer now. “As for the boy …” My stomach drops. “He ran onto the track just as I landed a jump over some whoops.” His voice is low, rough. “I swerved. Missed him. But the bike … momentum …” I gasp as the words land. “A piece of debris …” He closes his eyes. “He … died instantly.” Oh hell. “I was in a dark place after that,” he murmurs. “It happened the day before I took you to the boardwalk …”

Then one day, the news was heard all over our school, saying that Phoebe tried to kill herself by letting herself be hit by a car. Phoebe got comatose. And because of that, everyone blamed me for what happened. Winston also got so mad at me and told me it was my fault. Their family went abroad to continue Phoebe's medications there. After that, I never heard anything from them. Once again, I became alone. I should have known that would happen in the first place.

She’d smiled with hesitation and apology, her pupils huge from all the E. Jimmy took Benny to A&E, but it had taken forever to get him seen and he died before the doctors could help him. Jimmy had to fill out forms and answer all sorts of questions, and then the police were called. It was early morning before he got away and he went straight to his room and crashed.

They were beaten to death. Joe didn't come out unscathed, either. He lost a leg and would spend the rest of his life in prison. Before he was taken away, he asked someone to pass a message to me. Just a simple one. "I'm sorry." I believe that, this time, he meant it. But by then, I no longer cared. I wasn't just Peter's god-granddaughter. I was also a student at Blackstone University, with a future as bright as everyone said.

Joe was in prison. He hadn't heard from Dolly. Had Dolly turned her back on him. Everyone else had. His mother was angry with him. His father was disappointed in him. They had big dreams of Joe being a professional football P-shift. His parent’s thought Dolly was nothing more than trailer park trash. Joe should have left her alone years ago. This garbage had destroyed his life. He would now be called a drug user. People in the city were already talking about him being a drug dealer. It was the fault of this trashy girl.

“John was a surprise baby; one the doctors didn’t know how I conceived.” I flipped the pages and saw a smiling baby turn to a toddler, then a boy, and finally a teenager before they stopped for a bit; only showing the loving couple. “I take it he wasn’t one for pictures after he hit puberty?” I chuckled a little, wincing when I saw her body droop. “No… he wasn’t. He died in a car crash on his fifteenth birthday. Hadn’t gotten his wolf yet and the friends he was with did. All the others were able to walk away after their wolves healed them.”

I couldn’t tell dad that because mom was a sensitive topic for him. “Okay Drewdrop. Let’s go home.” He sighed, getting up. He bent down and looked back at me with a smile. “Piggyback ride?” He asked, and I squealed with excitement. I later found out that he confronted Bianca’s parents and got them punished for what they did to me. Bianca and her friends never bullied me again. *END OF FLASHBACK• Drewdrop. I missed hearing that name so much. When he died, I wasn’t able to comprehend the situation. I always looked at it as him taking a short trip. He would come back. I reassured my twelve-year-old self every night.

I was pretending here at this table full of beautiful and popular kids. I caught the eye of Bobby, sitting two tables away. His gaze skittered away. I remembered him from middle school. He had been pretty popular back then. I wondered what had happened to change him. His hair was messy and overly long. His clothes fit loosely. And he didn't seem to be talking to anyone. Then I remembered. His parents had died tragically in some random drive-by up in Oakland, and he and his brother had been split up between relatives. I felt sick to my stomach imagining losing both my parents. It had been at least four years since his tragedy. Why hadn't I ever reached out to him? No. I had treated him like m

Rowan asked. Beth smiled. "Six in the spring. She's already asking for a pony." "Are you going to get her one?" "Absolutely not." Beth's voice was firm, but her eyes were soft. "Maybe when she's older. When she can take care of it herself." Rowan grinned. "That's what my mother said. I got the pony anyway." "What happened to it?" Rowan's grin faded, just a little. "It died. When I was fourteen. Old age." He shrugged. "I buried it in the back field. My father helped me dig the grave."