A/N: Here is a new outsider fiction I been working on, sorry about my spelling, and I hope you enjoy this story. I wrote it a while ago, but my internet decided not to work for the last few months, so I just barely got around to posting the first few chapters.

Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own the characters, except the girls of course, minus Angela.

Have a good read...

Tim's Girl – Chapter One

I still couldn't believe I was forced to move, all the way to Oklahoma. In a town called Tulsa, not even to a home of my own, but the home my brother had been staying at since he first came here. My dad left my mom, after she confessed, after fifteen years that I wasn't even his real kid. Next thing I know, mom is sending me to live with my brother, cause the man I had called dad for the last fifteen years can't even look at me without thinking I betrayed him. Hello, if he thought about it, I wasn't even a person when my mom had the affair. It wasn't like I said, 'Yo, God, see that man, who's wife is at home cheating on him. I think that's the best place for me.'

I lived in New York city, went to the best girls school in the state, kept good grades all throughout my school life there. I never got into trouble, unless you consider the time I passed a note to my friend, in Sister Helen's class asking if she had a pad, then I guess I was troublesome (rolls eyes).

Sorry about not introducing myself, my name is Samantha Angeline Winston, actually that probably shouldn't even be my last name, since my dad doesn't want anything to do with me. I am fifteen years old, have green eyes, with white blonde colored curly hair, You guessed where I am from, and where I now am right? Just read from the beginning if you still haven't a clue.

"Hey Sammy?" My brother leaned against the doorway, where I was standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom. "You sure you want to wear that?"

I looked down at my plaid burgundy / black skirt, colored white shirt, and burgundy tie around my neck, "What's wrong with this?"

He rolled his eyes, as he came to stand beside me, "You look like a Soc."

"This is what everyone wears, who went to St. Catherine's," I styled my hair in a tight french braid, and tucked it into a clean bun. "What is a Soc anyways?"

"They're the rich kids who live up town," My brother sighed, and then removed his leather jacket, "At least wear this," he wrapped his coat around my shoulders.

I just shook it off, before going back into the room, which Buck was letting me use, I could hear my brother following behind me, "Dally, all the clothes I have for school, well they're all uniforms, I can't wear my weekend, and after school clothes to school, not appropriate."

He opened the small closet, where I had a few outfits hanging up, "Damn Sammy, these are all Soc clothes."

"I am sure all the girls dress the same, you all just don't notice," I looked into my closet, and then pulled out a red tight skirt, with a black sweater with red stripes with it, then turned to face my brother, "This is the only thing I own, I bought it in New York, but mom said that I couldn't wear it because I looked to grown up in it."

He laughed, because I had pulled it out from behind my closet, where he couldn't see it, "Were you hiding that from me, sis?" He wrapped his arms around me, and kissed the side of my head, "I am not mom, and you should definitely wear this outfit today. Just change, and I will take you to school."

"Dally, I am not going to change now, then I will be late," I looked at the outfit once more, before hanging it up in the closet again. "I will meet you at the Curtis's tonight."

"Alright," I answered.

"I'm going to burn all these clothes, so don't be surprised when you only see the one outfit hanging up when you get home," My brother shouted as I made my way down the stairs, and out the front door.

I walked to the corner where the DX was, and spotted Steve, one of the group of friends my brother had introduced me to when I moved here in August. "Hey Steve, why you walking?"

He had messy brown hair, and brown eyes. He wear blue jeans, and a denim vest jacket on. He was real cocky with all the other guys, and the best friend of Sodapop Curtis. He smiled when he caught up to me, "Had to drop the car off to get fixed."

"Oh, so where is Pony?" I asked, assuming he would know, since he usually dropped Soda off at the DX on the way to school.

"He had something to do with the track team, I dropped Soda off with my car," He seemed to finally notice my outfit, "Did you go shopping in the Soc's closet?" He laughed at his own joke.

"Your sense of humor is just as bad as Two Bit's," I held my binder tighter against me, now feeling silly in what I was wearing, "I will leave now, have a nice day Randle." I quickened my pace, not even turning around to see a reaction. Not to fond about being picked on.

"Come on Sam, I was just kidding," I could hear him running to catch up to me, "Wait for me, alright?"

"I wouldn't want to embarrass you, looking like a Soc, and all," I tossed a glare over my shoulder at him, as he finally caught up to me.

He stopped me from continuing, as he rested his hand on my shoulder, "Come back to my house with me, my sister left some clothes behind, when she got married, and moved out."

"Today I am wearing this, I like what I am wearing, and nothing is going to change my mind," I hurried the rest of the way to school. Steve caught site of Johnny, and Two Bit, then they all went out to the bleachers for something to smoke.

Ponyboy ended up being in all the same classes as me, since we were both in the same grade. He was friends with both Greasers (that is what the Soc call us), and Soc in our classroom. He ate with me, and Johnny during lunch, and then waited for me by my locker.

"Hey there, Samantha," Pony started walking beside me, as I passed my locker where he was waiting, "So what do you think of this school?"

I felt the tears burning around my eyes, as I held my binder tighter against me, "I hate this school, some of the Greaser girls made fun, saying how I thought I was too good for them dressing like this. Then the Soc girls didn't even talk to me at all, only friends I have are you guys."

Pony looked kind of nervous, as we walked towards his house, "Geez, I am not good when girls cry, tell me how I can help."

"You're a guy, you can't help," I threw him my book, and took off running, as far away as I could. I wasn't even paying attention to who I was passing, or who was in front of me, when I suddenly hit something hard, I would had fallen back on the ground, if it wasn't for the two strong arms holding me study. When I finally looked up to who had a hold of me, I was staring into a pair of smoldering dark eyes, "I'm sorry." Was the only things my brain would let me say at the time.

He looked over my head, and then caught my eyes once again, "You know it isn't safe to run around in this part of town," he looked like a model, with black curly hair, "Soc girl like you, should know better."

That's when my brain started working once again, "I am sick, and tired of being called a Soc today. I am not a Soc, I am not a Greaser, I was just Samantha from New York, before I was forced to move to this place." I know I was turning red, "I didn't ask to be ripped out of my old life, and forced to live with my brother, in a strangers house. I am sorry if I don't dress like I should, and I am sorry that I can't recognize the difference between the right side of Society, and the wrong-"

I was interrupted by a loud deep laugh, "I take back what I said about you being a Soc, no Soc has your fiery wit." He looked over at where a motorcycle was parked, and then back at me, "So how about you letting me buy you a coke too help cool you down, and maybe give you a ride home."

I finally remembered where I was suppose to be, "Sorry I can't, I am suppose to meet my brother, at a couple of friends house," I started to pull out of his arms, which were still holding onto mine, I looked back up into his dark eyes, "Sorry for bumping into you, even though I am sure it hurt me more then you, but thanks anyways,"

"Skip the coke, I'll just give you that ride," He had by this point walked over to the motorcycle, and he patted the seat in the back, "Wouldn't want to keep that brother waiting, or your friends," I could tell he could care less about my brother, and friends, but I just nodded as I jumped on the back of his bike.

I gave him the directions to the Curtis's house, causing him to laugh once more, " I know exactly where the place is," he explained as he started the bike, and headed towards my destination.

Pony was on his front porch pacing, he looked like he had been holding his breath, cause when he looked at me his whole body seemed more relax, "Damn it Sammy, I thought you were lost, your brother-" he stopped talking, when he noticed who I was with. "Tim Shepard?"

I turned around, and looked at the guy, now known as Tim, "I just realize we didn't introduce ourselves, names Samantha, getting as bad as Dally."

"What do you know about Ole Dally?" Tim looked at me hard.

"More then I wish to, he's my brother," I answered honestly, then looked at Pony, "Has my brother come by yet?"

"No, he called here, saying he would meet us at the lot," Pony pulled me away from Tim, as he answered my question, "They're having a party."

"It's Thursday, and I have school tomorrow," I was use to my brother dragging me to parties, since I moved here during the summer, but unlike my brother I cared about my grades. "I guess I get the house to myself," I turned to see Tim right behind me, "Thanks again for the ride,"

"Not a problem, didn't know Dally had a cute little sister," Tim leaned against the Curtis's porch, only making my friend more nervous. He looked at Ponyboy, "Curly asked about you Ponyboy, he got out of the reformatory last week, got a job."

"Cool, maybe Johnny, and I will go see him Saturday," Pony rubbed the back of his neck, and then disappeared into the house, "I am going to start on homework, that way I could go to the party."

I sighed as I slowly started to head inside, "I probably should to, cause I know my brother wouldn't really let me stay home alone." I turned, and smiled at Tim, "It was nice meeting you, Tim."

He smirked, "Nice meeting you to, Samantha." He ran a comb through his curls, as he turned around towards his bike. "See you tonight."

I nodded dumbly, as I watched him ride away. I smiled at Pony, as I sat down to do my own homework, "So you don't like, Tim?"

"Tim's a good guy, glad he's on our side," He looked at me, as I started writing, "He just is dangerous, if you get on his bad side."

I nodded understandingly, "Alright, can I ask you something else?"

"Sure, what is it?" Pony asked, as the screen door opened, and Johnny entered the house taking a seat next to him, "Hey Johnny."

I smiled at Johnny, before turning back at Pony, "What do you think about me wearing this to school?"

"I don't know, it's a nice outfit," Pony answered, "Just be careful, cause I heard Jan talking about wanting to beat the snob out of you."

"Yeah, she said that to me in the locker room," I glared down at my notebook, remembering that red headed trash, and her two friends.

I looked down at my clothes, "Perhaps I should get a new look," I closed my school work, and looked at my two friends, "Let's go shopping."

"Shopping?" Both of the boys questioned in unison.

I laughed at there expressions, "Yeah, I need to know if I look good, or not right?"

"Alright, just don't ask me to hold your purse," Johnny smiled as we left the house, "There is just some things I won't do."

"Yeah, don't want your brother, or someone seeing me holding a purse by the changing room," Pony agreed, taking a cigarette from behind his ear.

I laughed as I walked with my two friends.

THE LOT PARTY

By the time I finished shopping. I barely had time to drop the bags off at the Curtis's, and change before going to the party, I had bought a black slim fitting skirt, which went right above my knees, and a dark blue sweater blouse, which helped show my curves, along with a matching pair of heels. When I let my hair down from the braid, it fell into a nice wave, with the help of a lot of hairspray it looked good when I pulled it back. I smiled when I saw my friends reactions to the way I looked, and knew that I was dressed like I should be, "You ready?"

Johnny was the first to react by wrapping his arm around my shoulder, and leading me out the door, "Dally's gonna need to keep a watch on you tonight," he winked.

I was able to spot, Steve, Soda, and Two Bit, right off, when we arrived at the Lot. I smiled at Steve's double take, when he saw me, "Hello," I smiled as we joined the three.

Soda grinned, as he checked me out, "Wow, are you the same Samantha?" he teased, as he leaned against Steve, who was still checking my new look out.

Steve nodded in agreement, he looked right at my face after a couple minutes, "You're looking good, Sam."

I noticed my brother wasn't anywhere to be found, which didn't surprise me, because he had a habit of showing up when he felt like, "Have you seen my brother?"

"He was talking to Georgia, the last time I saw him," He pointed to the direction, of where a few cars were parked away, "Probably took her someplace."

"Sounds like something my brother would do," I smiled at the guys, and then excused myself to find something to drink.

"Well looky here girls, if it ain't miss New York," I could recognize her voice from anywhere, Jan Zimmer. "So your boyfriend Dally took a girl to his car, jealous?"

I almost spit out the soda, which I had just drank, when I heard the last part. I mean how the hell didn't she know I was his sister, not his girlfriend (Ewww). She was jealous, that was why she threatened me in the locker room, I mentally scolded myself for not seeing it the whole time, "Jan," I turned and looked at her rat like face, and laughed, "Dally ain't my boyfriend-"

She didn't let me continue, "Don't give me that, I see him always by you, how protective he was over the summer when a guy came up to you. He always has an arm around your shoulder-"

"He's my brother, Bitch, a protective one at that," I watched her expression as she processed the new information, she reminded me of my gold fish I had when I was small, how she kept opening and closing her mouth. "Maybe if you actually had the nerve to approach my brother, instead of watching like a stalker, you might had known that sooner. He actually thought you were cute," I shook my head negatively, when a small hopeful smile appears on her lips, "That will change though, when he hears word you are looking to beat me up," I smirked as her smile is replaced with a look of nervousness, and a mixture of guilt.

"Hey Samantha!"

I almost laughed, when Jan's eyes widened, as Tim came and joined me. I smiled at him, "Hey Tim, how are you?" I look over at Jan, before turning my gaze back to him, "This is Jan, in case you didn't know, she threatened to kick the shit out of me at school today."

She just nervously shook her head, as she quickly left with her friends.

"I know Jan already, she's at all of the parties," Tim looked at my new look, and smirked, "Like your new look, but I think I'll miss the school girl uniform from earlier," he leaned in, and whispered the last part in my ear.

When he was that close, I noticed a scar from his brow, to his chin that I hadn't noticed before. "Your scar?"

He touched the side of his face for a moment, and looked down at me. "What about it?"

"How that happen?" I couldn't help asking.

He laughed a little, "Some broad got mad at me cause I dumped her, and hit me with a busted soda bottle last year," he leaned back in closer to my ear again, "Some girls find it sexy." I felt his hand resting gently on my back.

I pretended not to notice the tingles from where his hand was resting, and just took another sip from my coke, before looking back at him, "I am sure they do, and I have nothing against scars, I think most have interesting back stories," I turned and whispered, since his face was still lowered to my ear, "Tim, if your trying to flirt with me, try not mentioning what other chicks think, okay?" Then I just walked away, where the rest of my friends were standing.

I could hear my favorite Elvis song playing from one of the cars, "This song is great."

"Saw you talking to Tim, didn't know you knew him," Two Bit looked over towards where Tim was now standing.

I shrugged my shoulders, not really seeing why it mattered, "I sort of ran into him after school."

"Who'd you sort of run into after school?" My brother asked, as he joined us, with his arm wrapped around Georgia's shoulder.

Georgia was my brothers girlfriend, since after he found out that Sylvia was sleeping around on him. The two of them were just friends with benefits. "How'd you're first day go, Sammy?"

I smiled at her, she was probably the only girl I like so far from since I moved here, "It was horrible, Jan, and her groupies threatened to beat the snob out of me, just cause I wear my uniform to school," I almost jumped when I felt an arm slip around my waist.

"What you doing with your arm around my lil' sister, Shepard?" My brother wasn't mad or anything, he was simply confused I think, "You don't even know her."

Tim grinned, as he crossed both arms across his chest, still standing close to me, He was making the others a little nervous I could tell, but he seemed to keep his cool when talking to my brother, "Samantha, and I are old friends. She ran into me after school, wasn't paying att-"

"Excuse me for a sec," I quickly pulled Tim by the arm, away from where my brother was, which seemed to amuse the guy some what. I looked at him pleadingly, "I was suppose to go straight to the Curtis's after school, my brother won't let me go anywhere alone, if he finds out I ran off. Please don't say anything else."

He smirked, making me nervous, with the glint in his eyes. The same glint Dally gets when he wants something in return. "Go on a date with me."

I felt myself blush at the idea, since I never really been out before, didn't have much chance at the all girl school. I crossed my arms across my chest, not looking up at him, "Why would you want to waist your night on me? I am sure you get luckier with some of these other girls." I may not had known him that well yet, but I knew he was a lot like my brother, when it came to sleeping around. Didn't go out with a girl, unless he thought he would score. I stared him right in the eyes, "I'm not like these other girls."

He stared at me for a moment, before allowing the smirk to return, "Will you excuse me, I still have your brothers question to answer."

I grabbed his arm, before he had the chance to walk away, "Fine then, I'll go on a date with you." This should be interesting.

To be continued...