Guess who's got another fanfiction? It's me of course! I decided to write this a while back, but i've been finishing it up. This is an Outsiders fanfiction of course so all fans of the book/movie can enjoy this one. Have fun reading and I only own Virginia.
The life of a Greasers is one of the most difficult things in the world. People always stare down at you like you're trash, the Socials (or Socs) always try to beat you up and you're always getting in trouble. But hey, nobody could stop that right? It was just the way they lived and how it always would be. Every Greaser knew that, especially Virginia Stinton. Now, you may ask yourself, who the hell is Virginia Stinton? Well, this is who she is.
Virginia was a part of the Greaser gang. Girls (for most of the time) couldn't stand being near anything of them. But she was not most girls- she was a different type of girl. She became that way at ten years old, a week after her father's funeral. He'd been shot in the streets of a small Georgia town, being he was a cop who was stopping a thief. And well, Virginia had seen it all right outside of her home.
After the funeral, her mother became distant and started searching for a better job. A year later, she found one as a waitress with her brother Joseph. And that meant having to move up to Tulsa, Oklahoma. Right away, she was labeled at her new school.
"Greaser, greaser!" They would shout, laughing as she walked by.
It had been only a week and this is how it was. People had stared her down, whispered about her in the halls and even ran from her. She was quiet and miserable when it came to the judging peers. But on the first week of school, a savior came to help her. It was right after the school bell rang, when she left and walked home. On her way to the house, a noise could be heard from behind. She didn't turn around, and sure enough a hand grabbed her shoulder. The person turned her around, revealing he was the Soc Bob. His friends were right behind him, snickering as she rolled her eyes.
"Well well well," Bob said," look what we have here? A Greaser girl- those are rare. Hey girly, you should become one of us instead. Oh that's right- you can't. You'll always be a lame old Greaser."
The boys laughed on, highfiving each other. Virginia had had enough of these comments. Greaser- that's how she was labeled. And if Socs were gonna tease her for that, she had to stand up for herself. So quickly she clenched her fist and whacked Bob in the jaw. He fell, touching his cheek to see bits of blood. He stared the girl down, commanding the other two to get her.
Randy (Bob's friend) smiled bitterly as he grabbed Virginia by the jacket. Quickly, the girl got out of his grip, running from the boy holding her jacket. She ran down the street, looking back one to see them on her tail. She turned back to see another Soc ahead. He looked down at her, slapping her hard when she was close enough. She fell hard on the concrete, looking up as Randy and the other Socs surrounded her.
"This is why you don't mess with us," Bob told her," we'll always be around the corner."
The tallest Soc waited for Bob to give him the command. Once told to, he went for her
neck when he suddenly he went wide-eyed. He turned to see three Greaser boys eyeing him. One being about Virginia's age with a switchblade and a cigarette in his mouth, another one who was ten, staring down the guys and the other was about nine with a broken bottle in his hand. They looked like they could kill someone. The tall Soc dropped Virginia, who lifted herself off of the ground to stare at the saviors.
"You're on our side Bob," the one with the switchblade muttered," and what are ya doin picking on her like that?"
"Oh you know," Bob said, stepping in front of them,"making sure she knows the rules around here. Not to mess with Socs or she'll get it."
The two other Greasers went to help Virginia up. The one with the busted bottle eyed the snickering Socs. Although he was shaky and timid looking, he stood his ground. The one holding the Grease girl's jacket tossed it to her. Finally, after a bit of staring down, the Socs left.
"You okay kid?" The ten year old Greaser asked, receiving a nod from Virginia," you must be new around here. What's your name?"
Virginia just stared for a few seconds. These boys (complete strangers) just saved her life! She had to tell them who she was or...the girl finally choked out her name, earning a smile from the Greaser with the busted bottle.
"Name's Steve Randle ," he said," This one (he pointed to the youngest one of the bunch) is Johnny. But most of us call him Johnny Cake. And Mr. Tough Guy here (he nodded to the one with the switchblade) is Dallas."
"Call me Dally," he said, rolling his eyes, and walking towards the three.
Virginia stared at the boy admiringly. His facial expression was hard and cold. His eyes were a cold blue, hate sinking into them. His hair was the lightest blonde she'd ever seen, curled under his ears and in tuffs. For some reason, this boy could be trusted by the young Greaser girl.
"It's nice to meet people like you," she said," others haven't been the kindest towards me. Ever since I've moved here, people have been calling me Greaser. You three have been the only ones to help me all week. Thank you."
It wasn't any trouble to the boys. They just wanted to help another Greaser out-that's all. But Virginia didn't seem like a Greaser- not to Dallas at least. By her looks, however, he guessed she was one. Her eyes were the lightest green the Greaser boy had ever seen. Her hair was bright- but it didn't looked bleached. It was greased up and pushed to the side. Her pale skin and jean jacket made her look even more like a Greaser. The boy knew she'd fit right in with their group.
"Hey Dally," Johnny piped up," why don't we take her to Soda's? Maybe she could use a couple of friends."
"I should really head back home," Virginia sputtered out, Dallas putting an arm around her shoulder.
"Let's take you home then," Dallas said plainly," we wouldn't want the Socs coming after you again."
Although Virginia wanted to walk herself home, she allowed them to tag along. She felt secure when the three boys were around. She kept silent on the way home but thanked the three boys before heading inside. Her mother and uncle weren't around, so she was alone. For three days, the boys continued to help her home. They usually waited, fended off Socs and walked her home. But their walks were always silent.
Things took a turn after four days of guarding. Everything was the same except for that night. Virginia had been sleeping, dreaming of her father. His eyes were filled with fear as his daughter watched him get shot. Blood had been everywhere on him. Her mother was sobbing, trying to hold her daughter back- but it all faded out once the girl heard light tapping. Her head lifted ever so slightly to see rocks being thrown against her window.
Who would be trying to get Virginia's attention at such a late hour? And why would they throw rock at her window? The Greaser girl sat up in her bed to see the outside world. She ducked back out once she realized that Dallas Winston was outside her home.