Chapter 1

(Okay so the story takes place when the gang meets my OC, but that's two years before the book takes place, which means all the characters are two years younger. Steve being 15, Sodapop, Johnny, and my OC being 14, Ponyboy being 12, Two-bit and Dally being 16, and Darry being 18. And I know that the Curtis's parents die 'bout a couple months before the book takes place or somewhere around that time-it was never clearly stated in the book and everyone assumes that-but in my story, it happens about three months before the gang meets my OC, which I think is fine since Darry's old enough to take custody of his brother, so that's exactly how I want it. So sorry that this is taking a long time I just wanted to make it clear so no one was confused. And just a heads up it might be held back two years for a couple of chapters, I'm hoping only 4-5, but I don't know how long it will be. And lastly, I do not own any of the Outsiders. Now read, review, and enjoy!)

Sodapop's POV

I looked at the clock on the wall for the fifth time, hoping the time will speed up so I can go! It's Tuesday, and I'm working at the DX. Today I have to close up, and since it's a Tuesday during Spring Break, it's been a slow day.

Technically, I'm only supposed to work part-time since I'm 14 going on 15, but since its Spring break, boss is letting my work full-time, until I get offa break. Now you might be wondering why I'm working at such a young age. Well, it's because I gotta help my brother Darry with the bills to support him and my younger brother Ponyboy.

When I have breaks from school I work full-time, but during school, I work part-time. Our parents….died…about three months ago, so Darry took custody of us. I want to drop out of high school, but Darry's making me finish up freshman year 'til I drop out. Well, I still don't like to think about my parent's death, so I just started thinking about what happened on earlier that day.

Flashback

It was about two hours before I had to close up. Normally, my friend Steve would be closing with me, but for some weird reason, he got here early, so now boss' letting him out early. It was really slow today, only a couple of people came in, one of them needing fixing on his car, which Steve finished under an hour. So Steve is back behind the counter with me.

We were looking at the new cars magazine when the bell above the door rang and someone came running in. We both looked up to see a girl. WOW. As I took a closer look, my breath caught in my throat.

She was gorgeous. She had light brown, thick wavy hair, like those, those, oh what do they call it? Oh yeah! Beach waves. She had beach wave wavy hair that reached the middle of her back, with bangs that swept to the right. She had perfect porcelain skin with a slight tan.

And her eyes, God her eyes. Her eyes were like an emerald forest green with light specks of grey in them. You could tell she's a greaser from the way she dressed. She had faded jean shorts, a black shirt, a black biker's leather jacket, and black combat boots.

Strangely, for a greaser girl, she wasn't wearing any make-up. Usually greasy girls have make-up caked on their face. It's like she wasn't trying to be pretty, but it wasn't working the slightest bit. She looked my age too.

She had one hand in her jacket while she looked outside, like she was looking for someone. Suddenly, her eyes went wide and she bolted straight towards us, jumped the counter, and slid straight down between me and Steve.

Me and Steve looked at each other, and then looked down at the girl. Then Steve spoke up.

"Um, what the hell do you think you're doing?" She looked up at us as if seeing us for the first time.

"Look, I just need to hide for a bit, then I can leave, but for now, I have to stay here." She said.

"Why? Running from the fuzz?"

"Pff, I wish, but no. I'm running from a couple of soc's."

"Why?" I asked.

"I'll explain later but-" She was cut off by the sound of the bell ringing. She tensed up a bit.

"Pretend ya'll never saw me." She whispered. Me and Steve silently nodded our heads and looked down at the magazine. I heard footsteps coming our way, and I looked up shortly after Steve did. There were three soc's.

One had brown hair and grey eyes. He was taller than the others. The one next to him had pale blue eyes and short blonde hair. And the shortest one had brown hair and blue eyes. They were all wearing the usual soc get up, and were all panting slightly out of breath. Guess they've been chasing this girl for a while now.

The one with blonde hair spoke up.

"Either of you greasers seen a girl run by here?" He said with a snarl.

"No," Steve replied, "and even if we did who's to say we'd even tell you filthy soc's."

"Watch it grease." The blonde one said.

"Shit…" The tall one muttered, and kicked the counter, clearly angry. He started walking away, his buddies following, but stopped and turned his head towards us.

"Filthy greaser's…" He muttered, and they walked out. Once they left, the girl shot up, pushing me and Steve slightly from it, and jumped the counter again and started walking away.

"Hey!" Steve shouted. The girl turned on her heels to look at us.

"Yes can I help you?"

"Explain."Steve said simply and she sighed.

"Look Steve I-"

"Whoa wait, how the hell do ya know my name?" Steve cut her off. She rolled her eyes, amused.

"It says your name on your shirt." Steve looked at his shirt at his name stitched in red cursive letters.

"Right." Steve said, rubbing the back of his neck. Then she turned to me.

"And our Sodapop…nice name by the way." She smiled. I smiled back. Steve then cleared his throat, getting her attention.

"Again, care to explain why they were after you?" She rolled her eyes again.

"Guess they just don't like it when people steal from them." She said cooly. That's when Steve started laughing.

"Yeah right, girls can't steal" He said and laughed again.

"Then I guses ya don't want your wallet back do ya?" She said, holding up a worn brown leather wallet. Steve then glared at her.

"No fucking way…" He muttered, patting his pockets looking for his wallet. When he didn't find it, he looked back at her shocked, and somewhat impressed.

"The hell? Gimme my wallet back!" She laughed and tossed him his wallet.

"So what did ya steal from them anyways?" I asked. She reached into her pocket and pulled something out.

"Oh nothing but these." And raised her hand for us to see two watches and a wallet.

"Damn those look mighty expensive!" Steve grinned.

"There soc's of course there expensive. And this wallet has 'bout two hundred bucks in it."

"No way!" I shouted.

"Yes way. Now if ya don't mind I have to go." She put the objects back into her pocket and started walking away. When she reached the door, I couldn't help but call her.

"Hey wait!" She turned around, with her hand on the door.

"Can ya at least tell us your name since ya know ours?" I asked. She smirked at us and winked and left.

"Damn," Steve said, "That's one tuff broad."

End of Flashback

Ever since she left, I haven't stopped thinking 'bout her, and me and Steve ended up talking 'bout her 'til he had to leave. I looked up at the clock again. 6:51. I have nine minutes 'til I'm outta here! I started dozing off again. I kept thinking 'bout that girl.

I wish she would have told me and Steve her name. But life has a funny way of screwing with your mind. Oh well. I looked at the magazine again 'til it was 7. I quickly turned off the lights, and locked the door and heads home.

It was raining. Hard. And I wanted to hurry up and get home. Me and Steve decided to tell the gang 'bout that girl and I didn't want to miss it. I then took a short cut down an alley. It started raining harder, if that was even possible.

It almost hurt when I rain drop pelted on my skin. I started speeding up when I stopped at the sudden scream. I looked around, trying to see where it came from when I heard the roaring of laughter. I followed the sound and peeked my head into the alley, but quickly hid myself.

No no no, I did NOT just see that. I looked again and quickly looked away and confirmed it. It was that girl from earlier, with the three soc's 'round her. Her clothes were off and thrown to the side and the only thing she had on was the tall soc's shirt, reaching to the middle of her thigh. And her knuckles were a bit scraped up and bruised.

She looked beaten up with bruises covering her body. She had a black eye on her right eye, and a deep cut under her left eye accompanied with a bruise, and had a busted lip. In all, she looked terrible. The color was drained from her face, her hair a tangled mess and wet from the rain.

And it looked like she was about to black out any second. The soc's were shoving her around to each other, each kissing her and sucking on her neck and chest, then shoving her to someone else. The guys were soaking wet from the rain, and all of their pants zippers were down.

I was furious. How could they do that to her? She's just a girl! So what if he stole from them, it doesn't give them the right to do that to her! Not wasting another second, I ran towards them and rammed the short one down and he fell to the ground and hit his head and passed out.

The other two were too shocked to do anything, and it was the short one's turn to catch her, so I caught her and set her down where she instantly curled into a ball. I now noticed how badly she was shaking, but I didn't have time to think about it, when the blonde one tackled me.

He was taller than the short one, but still smaller than me, so it was easy for me to flip him over and start slugging him. The tall one ripped me offa him and punched me in the jaw. I quickly recovered and wheeled around and socked him in the nose, satisfied with the crack that came with it.

He fell backwards and the blonde one got up and tried to tackle me, but I shoved him to the ground. I then jumped on him and started slugging him 'til he went limp. I knew he wasn't dead, but he would be out for a little while. I got back up in time for the tall soc to tackle me to the ground.

He sat on my chest and slugged me a couple times, before I kicked him offa me. I quickly got up and kicked him in the head, and he too blacked out. I quickly caught my breath and ran over to the girl. I kneeled down beside her and picked her up.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at me.

"Soda?" Her voice cracked.

"Yeah, I'm right here, they ain't gonna hurt you no more."

"I-it hurts…"

"Where?"

"Everywhere…" Then she blacked out. I quickly made my way over to the pile of clothes, but the jacket was the only thing that wasn't torn up and dirty. I quickly grabbed it, wrapped the girl in it and ran home.