Out of the ball park

Chapter 1: "Follower"

Summary:

So, turns out there's a fourth to the Curtis household. She's a little bit different from her older brothers Darry, Sodapop and Ponyboy. She's quite literally 'THE' outsider. She kind of struggles to fit into the whole gang, of course by birth she has her place. But never seems to really fit in. She loves her brothers and all of the gang, but she's kind of just a drifter. Read on to follow her journey in fitting into the outsiders.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Outsiders, but I do own my OC's and anything I add to the plot. Other, then, that I own nothing.

A/N: So, I've been writing a lot of stories and I have another Outsider fan fiction I'm currently writing and some 'The Peaky Blinders' WiP's, i should be getting out soon. Anyways, on with it!

Edit: March 10th, 2022


Original Word Count: 941 — Edited Word Count: 1,287


Algebra was really starting to drag and that's pretty bad considering it's coming from me. Mr. Jackson and his binoculars were starting to hit my every nerve. The thought of actually getting thrown in the cooler with Dally was starting to seem like a better option then listening to him drain on. Even worse on top of the boring lecture, it was hot outside and the open windows were only making it worse.

I've always been good with numbers and math always seemed to click together like an easy puzzle in my brain. I didn't love it, but I didn't hate it either. I was ahead of the class and homework never actually took me too long to complete. I'd already finished tonight's homework for three of my classes, and the doodles my hands were making on the edges of my textbook weren't holding my attention anymore.

Raising my hand as Mr. Jackson turned from the board.

"Yes Miss Elvie?" He said, as he annoyingly shoved his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"May I go to the bathroom?" I ask and wait for his response; somehow, he seemed to notice I was trying to escape this god-awful classroom.

"Can you solve this equation on the board first?"

I shrugged in annoyance as I pushed my books off the desk and into my bag with a wiping motion, cramming in some papers before walking up to the black board. I wasted no time pretending that I was coming back once I left this room.

Taking the chalk from his hand, I finished the problem in no longer than a minute or two. A triumphant smirk on my lips at my, self-proclaimed, victory. And after a solid two seconds, I grab my bag from its strap to swing it over my shoulder. Walking out the door, I was en route to the lobby of the school.

I was so close to the doors and even closer to freedom before I heard a voice.

"Hey," I heard the person as I closed my hand and let the outstretched arm fall to my side. I was so close, about to touch the handle, finally about to leave the inconvenience that was school.

I gave my best dirty look to the ceiling, as if cursing some all-knowing being that was behind the stopping of my escape. Turning around, I was met by a boy about four or five inches taller than me. He was dressed in denim jeans and a white shirt that seemed to be a size too small. His hair was covered in grease, all slicked back. I could tell he was a greaser, but the smile that hit his lips had a certain feel to it that made me smile back.

Quickly I forced the smile to shrink into a more hardened face before I replied, "What do you want?" It bordered on normal and also tested the intentions of the boy at the same time.

"Nothin', just wanted to say hi is all." He replied as he pushed back his hair with his hands before shoving them back into his pockets. "It's Elvie right?"

"Yeah." I said, almost asking him to get to the point.

"I'm Mark, Mark Twains."

"Ok then." I said, still caught off guard at the sudden conversation.

"Where were you headed? There's still one class after the bell."

"I know. I was just leaving, no sense in staying, I've got study hour next."

"Well if you're not gonna' go back to class, can I come with yous?"

"No, go back to class. I gotta' get out of here." He was strangely nice and almost seemed genuine, but I knew better, or did I?

"Oh ok, I'll see you tomorrow then I guess. Bye." He said as I turned away to walk past the doors. Him walking back to class soon after, that Elvie girl stuck in his mind.

I shook my head in disbelief as I made a steady pace away from school. Heading to one of my favorite spots. There was a park with a big field where most of the boys practiced their football after school and where all the girls would stand around gawking about the boys or huddle up and gossip. Mostly Soc girls that were girlfriends of some of the players would 'cheer' on the sidelines to beat the greasers that happened to make the team, regardless if the person happened to be on their boyfriend's own practice team or not.

Anyways, there was this pick nick table under a nice tree way off to the side where the noise of the world seemed to stop besides for the faint cheering in the background every now and again.

Reaching the table, I took a seat and sat my bag to my side. Pulling out a good book to read and take my mind off the time.

A few hours, maybe almost two, passed by like minutes. The book was getting good as I tucked a page and tossed the tome into my bag. Kids were filling the area as teams were divided and another match of football began. School had ended not long before I finished my last chapter and I decided it was time to head my way home.

Dragging my feet on the pavement as I watched a bird in the distance. That's when a familiar voice jumped right into my thoughts.

"Hello there." It rang out as I turned my attention to see Mark.

"Hi. M-Mark is it?" I replied quite chary as we walked side by side, my voice coming off a little hesitant as I played it cool. I was completely aware of who he was and desperately trying to act like he hadn't been popping up in my thoughts for the past two hours after I had met him. He nodded and I felt a sense of relief wash over me as he didn't seem to notice.

"Where do you live?"

"A few houses down from that one." I pointed and he looked, shaking his head after he saw where.

"I live right on the other side of this street. Maybe a few houses past yours but on the flip side."

"Cooool." I said as we continued down the street.

"Do you live with your family?"

"Um...yeah. My brothers, Darry is the oldest. Then Sodapop and lastly Ponyboy. I'm second youngest, a little more than a year older than Pony. He's fourteen in July."

"You all have interesting names." Mark smiled, which strangely caused me to laugh. I was completely shocked at myself considering the amount of times I had heard that exact sentence, and never before had it left me giggling like an idiot.

"Yeah we get that a lot meeting new people." I said once my laughter subsided. "Who do you live with?"

Mark seemed to get a little antsy when I asked this question.

"With some family." He said, and I could tell he was hiding the full truth. His eyes displayed a look I had seen many times before, but couldn't pin point exactly where. I quickly decided not to press the matter anymore and leave it to drop for later.

"Well, this is me." I said in a voice a little kinder and more genuine than my previous. I looked to my house and he followed my gaze before cheering right up.

"Ok then, can I come around tomorrow morning to walk to school together?"

"Alright yeah, but don't talk to my brothers when you do." I agreed, 'I'm going to end up slapping myself later for that'. I shrugged the thought off before waving goodbye and hopping up the porch stairs one at a time.


A/N: So, I'm planing on getting most of the characters introduced into the next chapter. Sorry this was so short, but hopefully with smaller chapters I can get more out and on a better schedule. Hope you enjoyed & please leave a review. Make sure to follow the story if you enjoyed this chapter so you can read when i upload. Have a good time & don't forget that the more reviews, the more inspiration I get, which means more chapters for you!

-Amory


Edit: Nothing to add besides that I plan on getting back to this story. (10.03.22)