Title- Outsider Jess

Chapter Title- The Convertible Owning Socs

Disclaimer- I do not own The Outsiders

Steve held the bottle carefully and we quickened our pace. The car was trailing us closely now. Steve took the bottle and broke the end off of it. He handed it to me, I was puzzled but I didn't question this. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his blade. 'Great,' I thought, 'my second day here, and it looks like I already get into a fight.'

"Keep walking," Steve told me and urged me to go faster. The car disappeared from our sight and I was relieved.

"Don't drop that just yet," he said just as I was getting ready to release my hand from the neck of the bottle.

"Why do you protect me so much?" I asked. He looked at me for a while.

"You're new here, 'n I Dunno, I've never had close family. Sure, I have the Curtis's, they're like my brothers 'n all, 'n dad, well he's not really family to me..." I nodded; I sort of understood what he said. The rest of the way was silent until we heard the familiar sound of a motor. Steve turned around to see the car was back again.

"Damn," he muttered and I turned to see a couple of guys come out.

"Socs?"

"Of course," he said and pulled out his blade again.

"Hey, Mike? He's got a chick with him."

"You saying we leave him alone?" Steve didn't want to hear them argue about it. He grabbed the bottle out of my hand and busted a guy over the head with it. The other one, I guess Mike, punched him in the gut. I tried to decide which was closer, the Curtis's or our house.

If I went to our house, there was nothing I could do. I jumped into the Socs convertible and drove to the Curtis house. I threw open the door, like Steve had done.

"Steve's in a fight!" I shouted and Soda was on his feet in three seconds.

"Where?" I got in the car and Soda did too. I raced to the location and saw Steve putting up a good fight. Soda got out and threw a punch at one. After a while, the Socs ran, obviously forgetting about the car.

"Looks like little Jessi got herself a nice car," Steve said. I cringed at the nick-name. My mom called me Jessi all the time. Soda laughed.

"Can you take me home?"

"If I have to," I sighed and drove him home.

"If you wanna keep the car, I can get you a new license plate." I should have said no. I nodded, this was a nice car. I should have said no, but there is my problem. Kleptomania, I am a kleptomaniac.

'-'-'-'Note- Incase you don't know, kleptomania is "persistent impulse to steal" (Courtesy of Webster's New Pocket Dictionary)'-'-'-'