Hiya! How awesome is the Outsiders? Let me hear you scream! ! OK! I had to read this book for reading class and i loved it. It's my favorite book that is not part of a series. (I do not count That was then, this is now as a sequel, even though the Shepard gang and Ponyboy are sort of in it.) Well, this story picks up after the last sentence of the book. Please let me know how this turned out. It started as an assignment. We had a choice, we could write another chapter (which is how this story came into being) or we could do a movie poster and book review. I decided to do a movie poster, and use my "extra chapter" as the base of a ff. Anyway, i will let you read on now. Oh, and i do not own any otusiders stuff...
I barely got an hour of sleep that night. I turned in the paper the next day. My teacher said that "it was one of the best theme papers he's read" and junk. I got an A, that was tuff enough for me. Darry sure was proud and he got off my case about school work for a while. Like tonight. I was glad that he didn't ask me if my homework was done, even though it already was. Darry's always wanting me to get homework done first, even on the weekends. That doesn't bother me. Dad always had that rule before he and mom died. But I was determined not to think of that now. Now, it was just me, Soda, Darry, and Two-Bit (Steve was working the late shift at the gas station) hanging out in the lot and having a smoke.
The gang meetings felt weird, without Dally or Johnny there, but I was determined not to think about that either. I did my best to focus on Two-Bit's story of how he picked up this cute greaser chick named Shelby.
"Yeah, I've seen her. Down at the gas station, I mean. Cute broad," Soda said between puffs of smoke. Two-Bit glared at him as if to say "shut your trap", but remained silent. Soda didn't seem to notice.
Nobody said anything for a while. It was real quiet that night. All I could hear was a low hum of a Mustang driving down a distant street and I got real nervous.
I knew that Soda, Darry, and Two-Bit heard it too 'cause they all stiffened and their eyes narrowed dangerously. Darry glanced down at me and moved so that he was in front of me, but still to my left. Soda did the same on my right. Two-Bit stood directly behind me.
We all watched the street carefully and it wasn't long before a glow of headlights appeared on the dark street. Those headlights were zig-zagging all over the place. It was then that I knew two things. One, Socs were here. Two, they were dangerously drunk by the way those lights were moving. The glow got brighter and brighter and it wasn't long before the car came into view.
None of us said anything as the Mustang came to an abrupt and screechy stop. A whole bunch of Socs got out. I counted seven.
"Play it cool. We might be able to talk our way out of a fight. Don't pull a blade unless they do," Darry mumbled. I nodded along with Soda. I assumed that Two-Bit did too, though I didn't turn around.
The Socs took staggering steps toward us and nearly fell over top of one another. The smell of whiskey suffocated the air. I swear, you could have gotten drunk just being in the toxic air if you weren't careful.
"This ain't your territory. You'd better watch it," Darry warned cooly.
At that last phrase, I recalled the night that Johnny said the exact same thing. The same night that Johnny killed Bob. I remembered the water the nearly killed me. It was then that I recognized the leader of the gang of Socs that were staggering toward us now. It was David. I could still feel his strong hand against my neck. Bob's voice when he said "Give the kid a bath, David" ran through my head.
My eyes must have gotten real big because Darry turned to stare at me. He gave me a questioning glance. I glanced at David and then back to Darry. Darry's eyes widened and I knew he understood. But neither of us said anything as Darry turned back to the Socs.
"We wanna see the kid," David said unsteadily.
"And why would we do that?" Soda asked casually.
"We need to have a little talk about why killing people ain't right," David said. The way he said "talk"sent shivers down my spine. David flipped a switchblade and smiled evilly.
Darry pulled a blade too, along with Soda and Two-Bit. I just stood there. Man, did I feel dumb.
"That was from a long time ago," Soda said.
"The kid still needs to learn his lesson,"
Darry moved over so that he stood directly in front of me and said in a low voice, "Over my dead body,"