Being alone wasn't anything new for me. I've always been on my own, even with a hundred people in the room. Not that I minded too much. I've always been the quiet type girl that no one pays attention too, well almost no one. The socs would get out of line sometimes. I wasn't much of a big target to them though. I never did anything to make them want to jump me.
You see there are two types of people. Greasers are the white trash hoods. That's what I am, a greaser. Stealing and fighting is what we did best. Socs, well socs are white trash with lots of money. Getting drunk, riding around in there expensive cars, and spending there mommy and daddy's money is what they do. Socs were nothing but trouble for greasers, because they felt all high and mighty compared to us because they have money. I guess I partly blame them for why I'm here in Tulsa, walking around in the rain alone.
My red hair was soaked and sticking to my face along with my thin blue jacket and jeans. I hadn't eaten in a couple days, but I was used to that. Having a mom to high to buy food, or a dad that's to drunk to remember what day of the week it is. It all kind of plays hand in hand really. My parents don't care about me or even each other for that matter. Only the toxins they intoxicate themselves with all day long. They are the other reason I'm here.
Maybe I was just meant to be alone. I mean I've had friends before, but I don't really let myself get close to others. I've been hurt enough to know that people aren't trustworthy, and caring about others is pointless.
I tightened my arms around my thin frame, hoping to gain warmth if possible. No help there, it was probably ten o'clock or so, and I desperately needed to get out off the rain. But I had nowhere to go, so I kept on walking. After a while my whole body was numb from the cold I had to stop. I found a house that looked dry at the least. I could hear voices of men laughing, yelling, and telling jokes. I carefully sat down by the door and made sure I was out of the rain. I hugged my knees to my chest, trying to gain any warmth I could. It wasn't working very well but I was out of the rain to it would have to do for now.
I listened carefully to make sure I wasn't caught outside this person's house. That was really the last thing I needed right now. Besides that the rain was not letting up what so ever. This was going to be a rough night, but then again I've had worse. After a while the house is silent, and my muscles begin to relax and I allow myself to fall asleep.
Next Morning
The next morning I woke up stiff and cold. "Great" I muttered to myself trying to stretch out my legs while leaning against the house. Today was not going to be fun. I didn't have much money left, and I had to find a job, and place to sleep. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realize some one was opening the door.
"What the? Soda I think one of your fan girls is stalking you!" a stocky boy yelled out. SHIT! I jumped up and tried to run from the house but the boy caught me before I could get too far. Instantly I started flailing my arms and legs trying to get loose. That did no good. This guy was strong.
"Let go of me!" I screeched
"Calm down!" he instructed holding tighter "Soda get out here!"
I was still kicking and screaming when a gorgeous boy with black hair walked out. He obviously didn't want to deal with this at the moment, and I didn't either. I was livid at this point.
"I don't think you're stupid soda is just magically going to come out here, you stupid jack ass"
The first boy just laughed "She's a feisty one" I glared up at him. My body must have been past its limit because my entire body went limp in his arms. To make matters worse about four other guys gathered around watching the scene play out.
Well this is just great I thought.
"Who's the braud Two-Bit?" a really tough looking guy asked lighting a cigarette
"I thought it was one of Soda's fan girls"
"I've never seen her in my life"
"Can you just let me go then?" I asked defeated.
The boy named Two-Bit put me down, and I just about collapsed. I was about to walk away from the horrific scene when yet again my arm grabbed. I don't see why they couldn't just leave me the fuck alone. Stupid pricks.
"What's your name baby?"
I sighed "California"
Weird name I know. But that's where I was born, and my mom being the druggy she is had no better ideas than that.
"Well California why don't you come with us and explain why you were sitting out here?"
I looked away from the boys. It was completely silent, and I could feel their eyes on me. I knew they wouldn't let me leave unless I told them so I just nodded and followed them into the house.