Hi, I'm The Un-wanted Angel, with my first Outsiders story :) Okay, now here's what I'm going to do, every second chapter will be a flashback, okay? It's just so you can get an understanding as to why Darry and Soda are so protective of their baby

*SODA AND DARRY HUG THEIR LITTLE PONYBOY*

*PONYBOY GROANS*

So this will be the first flashback, savvy? All (or most) of the flashbacks will be mostly in Sodapop's POV Please enjoy the story, any questions, comments should be placed in a review (which I would enjoy oh, so much!)

Rating: M


Sodapop's POV

"Dad...Father told me that you dropped out of high school in your sophomore year, why?" Ponyboy asked. I smiled and looked at Ponyboy, I was sort of happy to hear him ask that question, I hope to tell him one day, about how Dary and I met.

"Oh...it's becuase you became pregnant with me, right?" he asked.

I smiled. "Parcial, the other half is becuase I was dumb, I was only passing gym and auto tech, well, up until four months gym. The other half was because I had to move in with Darry before graduation, and I didn't have time worry about homework, why, with a baby on the way and being disowned by my parents, I also hated school" I said, with a laugh.

Ponyboy...you and Darry are all I have.


Flashback- Tulsa, 1953 (Contine...Sodapop's POV)

The air was crisp and it was the day I dreaded all summer long. The First Day of School. I hated school with a burning passion, nothing but rich, spoiled Socs roam the hallways, while us Greasers are left to deal with their problems. There was only one up-side to school: it gave me six hours to be away from those scum bags my birth certificate call: parents.

They never did like me, dad especially.

We never went out as a family, and rarly even ate together, I don't remember being held or loved...

"Get out! You're a discrace!" my father's roar went streeming through the house. "There are people in this world who are needed, and people who deserve to just die! You should have died! You're mother should have gotton rid of you!" His screams didn't affect me much, as I stood there, with my empty bag in my hands (my parents didn't see to it, that I had school suplies, or clothes for the matter, my best friend Steve gave me the clothes I'm wearing now) and with the smae blank look on my face.

My father: "Grant Smith and my mother, Holly Smith" my father doesn't have a job, and my mum's a playboy stud. I haven't seen her in six years. Back when I was ten, she got hitched by some square and turns out he worked for Playboy, my mom took the job. Once a month she sends money over to my dad, who only buys beer and things for himself. Even though the state says that all that money should be mine.

"I said, get out!" Dad yells. I obey him and walk out the door, breathing in that sunshine...I had that weird longing for love. I saw a couple walk past me, they must have been out of high school in collage, they were smiling and holding hands, then the man kissed her cheek and rubbed her stomach. She was pregnant.

What a, soon to be, happy family I thought. I envied them. Hatred, envy, and sadness all rushed through my heart, so fast, that it sickened me. How could I be envious of that? I felt like crying, I probably would have, if I didn't feel a hand on my shoulder.

"You okay, Soda?" Steve Randle asked. Steve has been my friend since preschool. He lives next door to me with his dad. He and his dad don't get along well, but not as bad as my father and I do. Once, my dad locked me out of the house, with no shoes and it was snowing. The wind chill was in the negatives, and I had a cold. If it wasn't for Steve, I'd go nuts.

"I bought some clothes, if your dad didn't, which I expected." Steve said. He handed me a pair of jeans and a shirt. I thanked him and kept it at that. Steve and I, you see, are Greasers. Along with my other friends: Dallas Winston, Tim and Curly Sheppard, Johnny Cade and Two-Bit Matthews. They're my family, not Holly and Grant Smith. On the way to school, I found out that I had first period with Steve and...HIM. Darryl Shyne Curtis. The qutarback of the football team. He's nither Soc or Greaser. He's perfect. But, he's also got that bitch, Sherry, or Cherry as Socs call her. I felt my heart drop from a ten to a negative ten once I saw him kiss her. I sighed, I should have known I wasn't ment to love or be loved. I've had a crush on darry for a long, long time now. Ever since eight grade. I sighed, darry was a senior, no way would he go to a sixteen-year-old sophmore like myself. Not to mention, being a Greaser doesn't help. I'm sure he's not bi like I am anyway. Plus, who would love me?

I put my head on the table, I didn't get much sleep last night with all the fighting my dad and I did. It got bad, he started throwing things, empty glass beer bottles at me, saying:

"Come on, you fucking wimp! Take a hit!"

Steve poked me on the head. "You okay?" He asked. I nodded and smiled back. No, steve, I'n not okay...please don't worry about me...I'm a weak excuse for a human being. I mangaged to find my locker today, but someone must have known it was mine before I did, because when I opened it, there were piles of love notes comming out. I groaned. I do look cute, I admit. My dirty blonde hair and bright hazle eyes, (described from one girl in a love note) I was to die for. I started throwing away the notes until my locker was clean, or so I thought. Becuase at the tipy-top of my locker, there was a card, something told me to read this note, I started reading and I coudln't believe it!

Meet me after football practice behind the bleachers in the north football feild.

-Darry.


Should I continue?

Review please :)

-The Un-wanted Angel