Truth or Dare(An Outsiders Fanfiction)

This Life of Mine

Bear with me as I try to remember things exactly how they happened. I'm not a teenager anymore, but I'm here to tell you my story. It's very interesting, I promise. Let's start at the beginning, shall we? It all begins when I found out that my boyfriend was my brother.

"Kyle's my what?" I screamed.

The doctor nodded and I rolled my eyes. It was unbelievable. My parents had died right after I was born. I was a Rogue and lived on my own. Yes, I lived on the streets, but I had been living with Kyle and his parents lately. I wasn't a Social, nor a Greaser. But people still called me a Soc. The Greasers still despised me. Kyle's parents weren't his real parents. He was adopted, so the fact that we were siblings was possible. But I still didn't like it.

Kyle had black hair and deep blue eyes. He looked nothing like me. I had long blonde hair and green eyes.

Kyle was eighteen and still in high school. I, however, was twenty and didn't have a steady job. That's why I was a Rogue. But more on my tragic backstory later.

I thanked the doctor for his time and went home. Kyle was sitting on the couch, watching TV with his dad, Bryan. I called his parents by their first names and they didn't seem to care.

"I'm your sister," I said.

They both looked up with surprised faces.

"Excuse me?" Bryan said.

"Kyle, I'm your sister. We were separated at birth," I snapped.

"Oh, really?" Kyle looked back at the TV, not sure what I'd just said.

I turned off the TV and repeated myself in a not so nice way. Kyle fell off the couch and I smirked.

"I...fell in love with....my sister?" exclaimed Kyle.

I shrugged and went up to my room. I had a few outfits that his parents had bought me, but that was all of my belongings. I had decided that it was time for me to run away for good. I didn't want to live here anymore. I kept feeling like I owed these people and I don't like owing people. I put on a leather jacket and climbed out of my window, nimbly dropping to the ground.

I walked down the street to a house where a bunch of men were working. They were fixing the roof. One of them looked at me and his eyes widened slightly. His buddy whistled and I looked away. I kept walking, but I felt like someone was watching me.

I found a nice, sturdy tree and climbed it. I closed my eyes and took a nap.

I woke up about an hour later. I sat up when I heard voices.

"I think it's a girl, but I can't tell," said a worried voice.

"I'll check it out while you go out and chill with Steve," a much deeper voice replied.

The deep voice chilled me to the bone. It sounded worn and weary, but alert. I looked down and saw the man from earlier. Not the one who whistled, but the one with the icy stare.

"You're in my front yard," he said calmly.

I looked to my left and saw a house that was as worn as the man's voice. I somewhat fell out of the tree and brushed myself off.

The man was about a full head taller than I was. He had ash-brown hair that formed a cowlick in the front. It wasn't perfectly combed and there were a few strands out of place, but he was still very handsome. He was very muscular.

"I-I didn't know it was your yard," I stammered, unable to look away from his blue-green eyes.

"It's ok. Sorry if I frightened you. I'm Darryl Curtis," replied Darryl.

"I'm not scared of you. You can call me Sasha Fierce," I smirked.

"Is that your name?" asked Darryl.

"Maybe. But you'll have to beat me in a race if you want me to tell you," I teased.

He looked at me strangely, then he smiled.

"You're not a Soc, are you?" he said.

"Nope. I'm a Rogue," I held my chin high.

"Are there more of you?" asked Darryl.

"Just me," I said proudly.

There was a pause.

"I'll race you to the high school and back. First person in my yard wins," declared Darryl.

I nodded and we took off. The race was on.