Title- Outsider Jess

Chapter Title- The Convertible Destroying Socs

Disclaimer- I don't own The Outsiders

I sighed and nodded. We weren't best friends, Danielle, Winston and I. We met the first day Danielle and I jumped off the train. He initially made fun of us, but we got used to it, and became friends. Danielle liked him, and I put up with him. We were thirteen when we first met. Then he moved, and he didn't tell us where. I wish I got here sooner. Wait until I call Danielle tonight!

As Steve and Soda started talking, probably about me, I tried to grab a soda.

"Put that back," I heard Steve say and sighed. He knew I didn't have the money for it. I left the gas station, because I live for a thrill and decided to go to a store, for fun. I had about ten dollars worth of candy in my pocket, a pair of jeans, and a shirt. I was half way out the door when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I nearly jumped ten feet in the air before turning around.

"Shoot, Two-Bit; scare me to death, huh?"

"Sorry, I was just wonderin' how you make it out with all that stuff," he told me. We walked out of the store and to the park.

"Shoot, that's a hell of a lot of candy." I nodded and took off my old jeans and shirt.

"Clothes too?"

"Why not? My dad won't buy them for me, and I ain't gonna get a job." He understood. Two-Bit wasn't going to get a job. Lifters probably couldn't be around stuff too long like that.

"I've stolen a car, some cigarettes, two pairs of jeans, a skirt, a shirt, more candy than you can count, magazines, sodas, and that's only while I was here."

"Ya know what I heard at DX from Steve an' Soda?"

"What?" I already knew what it was.

"You knew Dally!" I nodded, soon, they'd all know.

Dad was in a good mood when we got home, Steve said he won money playing poker. Dad took us to get some burgers, but I only had an order of fries and a small soda. Steve and I walked over to the Curtis's, and Darry and Ponyboy asked me if it was true. Of course it was true!

We left the Curtis's and I really wanted my car. It would make it faster to get home. Then, suddenly I didn't want to go home. The lights were off, that meant dad was asleep or out getting drunk or something and my car. My car was destroyed on one side and the inside was filled with soap suds. 'Soap suds?' I thought, 'how dumb'.

How are you going to top soap suds?

'I'm not; I'm not going to let it bother me.'

Yeah, maybe your other personality will do it.

'Other personality?'

Yes, the one that comes when you are stubborn, and I take over for a bit. When you shop lift or something.

'Damn!'

Do you think they should die?

Most certainly.

That was a new voice.

"SHUT UP!" I yelled and Steve looked at me. We had been getting ready to go inside and he was looking at my car silently.

"What are ya talkin' about? I didn't say anythin'."

"Do ya think you can fix it?" He stared at it for a while.

"The interior is destroyed and it'll cost a lot of money to fix," he said and looked at me.

"I'll work it off; ya think I can get a job with you an' Soda?" He shrugged. I'd stop during school hours; I was going to drop out anyway. I was smart and everything, but I was just so bored. Steve wouldn't know; if Soda knew what was good for him.