The Outsiders (Harry Styles)

Chapter 3

Before I dropped Amanda off at her house, I tell her about all the guys and about the Jack drama. My mom would kill me if she heard that I was talking to greasers yesterday, especially because it was night. 

My car beeps at me rapidly and I'm awakened from my daydreaming. My car is empty. 

As I stop at the DX gas station, I roll down my window to find the attractive teenage boy that everyone at Tulsa High always raved about. EVEN if he's a Greaser.  His tag reminds me of what happened last night. 

"Sodapop?" I look up at him and he smirks, dimples any girl would die over. 

"Yeah. Cherry right?" He uses the top of my car for support as he leans closer. 

"Yeah. How'd you know?" I lift a brow.

"School. You're the cheerleader. How'd you know me?"he asks as I hand him my credit card.

"I met your friends last night," I explain and he nods, not surprised. They must have told him. His face is greasier than his hair and it's because it's blazing hot outside. The sun baked him into the most perfect sun kissed guy. His skin looks nicer than everyone's. 

"Yeah, they told me." He chuckles and I smile. He is very attractive wow. I've always had a thing for guys with dark hair and light eyes. He says and hands me back the credit card. "I heard Harry offered to walk you home," he laughs and runs a had through his hair.

"He's confusing." I tell him and he smiles, understanding what I'm talking about. 

"Yeah he could be an asshole but he's still a good guy, ya know? Sorry about those Socs. If you ever need us to take care of something.."  he offers and takes his arm off my car.  "Let us know." 

He's so sweet to give an offer like that to someone a. who's not a Greaser and b. a stranger 

"That's nice of you." I smile when I hear a car beep from behind me. "See you around." 

"I like your hair," He winks and my heart jumps. 

"Thanks," I say shyly respond and drive out of the DX station with my heart full of butterflies. 

HARRY'S POV

Being a greaser isn't easy. We're poorer than middle class. I reckon we're wilder too, not like the socs, who jump greasers and wreck houses by throwing stuff at them. Us greasers are almost like hoods; we steal things, drive old cars, hold up gas stations and get in gang fights once in a while. Inside the teams if you want to call it that, Greasers and Socs, there are gangs. Me, I'm from the tough and wild gang. Niall, Louis, Liam, Zayn, Ponyboy,Sodapop and Johnny. All greasers dress the same. We wear our hair greasy and longer than most guys wear it and dress in jeans, T-shirts, leather jackets, tennis shoes,converse and or, boots.

Johnny, well, he's the gang pet. We all love and favor him the most because he's smaller and skinnier than all of us. His parents are always fighting and they don't really care about him so he lives with Sodapop and Ponyboy. He's darker than all of us. With jet balck hair and a puppy dog face, you can't say no to the poor thing. He looks way younger than he really is, he's sixteen.

Then there's Sodapop and Ponyboy. They're twins, not identical.They have totally different personalities. Sodapop is the hyper and funny one, he's the character. He'll always crack a joke and make you laugh. Ponyboy, is a little quiter but knows what a real fight is. He's really tough too, both of 'em are. Seventeen years old and almost get trampled by grease and soc girls.

Niall. He's the Irish one. He's Johnny's best pal. They both have similar personalities. Niall's also always making jokes and he has the funniest laugh ever. He's adored by plenty of girls.

Liam is defenitly the least tough one. He knows how to fight but never has. He's the only one with either normal or alive parents so they keep him sane.

Louis, is a different story. The oldest of them all. He's the prankster, Him and Soda. They've been best friends since I can remember. They're both crazy, but we all love them anyway.

And the toughest of them all, Zayn. He's been arrested more than four times in three months. He'll always be looking to fight someone. He's also always looking for girls, he'll do anything to get what he wants. Even if he has to kill someone. Zayn and I are similar, we never date, we mostly mess around with girls. There's definitely something I could learn from Zayn. He's the leader and we all respect him.

I never would have thought I would end up in Tulsa, Oklahoma when I was five back in England.And I would have never thought I would live in a 3 bedroom house with five other guys.My parents died when I was four and my grandparents sent me here for boarding school, but I dropped out when I was thirteen. I'm the protective one, and I can fight, pull a blade when I need to. My life is pretty screwed up but this is what I have and I need to appreciate it.