Disclaimer: I don't own the outsiders, I only own summer actually I don't own summer… well you get it!

Sodapop's POV

When we got to the jail. We asked the fuzz for a girl who was arrested today for being a nuisance. They showed us to her cell. I really thought she would have broken down when she was in the cooler. That's when I realized she wasn't like any other girl. She was standing on her head leaning against the wall counting. By the time we got there she was at 360. Then a cop came to the cell.

"You learn your lesson yet girly?"

"Not really." She said still on her head.

"Well, do you have fifty dollars to get out?" The cop asked.

"Yeah. It's in that bag you stole from me," She laughed. He took the money and let her out of the cell.

"I don't want you in here again or you will be sent to a girls home, got it?"

"Whatever you say." She smiled, took her bag and left. We followed her out and she started to run. She stopped.

"What do you guys want with me?" She said. Why is that smile not leaving her face? I understand a lot of people but I just don't get her. "I just want to get to know you." I said.

"Why me?"

"You're different than most girls here."

"What you mean is I'm hanging all over you and never plan to be hanging all over you?" She laughed.

"How do you know if they're hanging all over me?" I asked curiously. "I've lived here for two years. I know who people are." She said. I asked, "Then who are we?" She just stared a moment to think.

"Well," she stared. "You're Sodapop Curtis. That's your brother Ponyboy. That's Two-bit. Over there is Johnny. That's Steve. And there is Dallas Winston. He used to live in New York." We just stood there speechless. She started to walk off. "Well what's you're name then?" I asked.

She started to run but Dally grabbed her arm. She still wouldn't answer. "What's your name, kid?" Dally asked. When she wouldn't answer he punched her in the nose. She caught him off guard and smacked him in the cheek and ran off. Man, She was fast.

Dally started to chase her, but started to climb a telephone pole. She must have been scared and he knew it because he stopped. "Come on we're not going to hurt you!" I said. I must have calmed her down. She started to come. We walked with her to the park. "Well what's your name?" I asked again.

"My name's Summer." Then she disappeared into the trees.

"Man, that was some weird broad." Dally said.

"Yeah she was." I said and we walked back home to my place.

Summer's POV

I couldn't stand Dallas Winston. I'm surprised he didn't remember me. When I was six and he was eight I stole anything in his pockets. He caught me and started to beat me up. After he was done beating me I had a gash on my forehead. Sure it hurt like crap but in New York you got to be tough. I had a scar on my forehead that never left.