Title- Outsider Jess
Chapter Title- Who'd Jump Me?
Disclaimer- I do not own The Outsiders.
Note- I think Ponyboy's in 9th grade, but the book didn't say. Correct me if I'm wrong.
I didn't eat the food on my plate. I pushed it around in circles while I observed them. I like to notice everything. I looked at them. Two-Bit was making some joke while Soda and Darry were talking about something. Ponyboy picked at his dinner occasionally.
"Ponyboy, how old are you?" I asked deciding to break his silence. I wanted to make the kid talk.
"14," he said glancing at me and then looking back at his plate.
"Oh, I'm 17. What grade are you in?"
"9th," he said quickly and to the point.
"Oh, I'm in 11th grade." He just nodded and picked at some of the broccoli on his plate. At least, I think it was broccoli, if broccoli were orange. I wasn't eating because the broccoli was orange and the mystery meat was green, okay that was part of it, I just don't like to eat a lot.
After dinner, Darry, Soda, and Two-Bit decided to play cards, and Ponyboy was doing his homework. I sat on the couch nervously biting a nail. Steve told me to wait for him here. I don't know why.
"I can't wait for Steve; I need to sleep because I have school tomorrow." I was ready to walk out of the house when Ponyboy said something.
"You'll get jumped," he muttered and went back furiously writing in his notebook.
"Pony's right," Soda said. I was really confused, who would jump me? I wasn't from around here. I was from Long Island, and I walked the streets without getting jumped. Nobody jumped girls much.
"If you wanna go home, wait for Steve. If he doesn't show, you can crash here. Pony and Two-Bit are goin' to school tomorrow." I nodded.
"But, who'd jump me?" They looked at me like I had spent my life in a cave.
"The Socs, they jump anybody they don't recognize as their own kind. Well, basically Greasers. They seem to leave the middle-class alone," Soda explained nicely to me and I smiled.
I sat back down and waited for Steve. He eventually walked in.
"Hey guys," he said to them, "C'mon, let's go." We walked silently until we heard a car pull up behind us. He grabbed a soda bottle off of the ground and held it. I was curious to why, but I figured I wouldn't ask.
