Once I got over my initial shock of Jacob and Max's presence, I hurried to my room. Changing out of my plain, but comfortable clothes, I searched through my closet for an outfit that Bryce would consider suitable. Finally I came across an outfit that I hated but would hopefully help lessen my punishment. It consisted of a black skirt, purple dress shirt, and a matching bow to top it off. I felt girly and fake with it on; it was my best outfit choice for the occasion. Even once I was dressed and had touched up my makeup, I paused and didn't immediately race out of the room.
Eyeing the miniature bank where I kept my money, a few thoughts raced through my mind. I had a bad feeling about tonight and felt like there was a chance that I would be spending the night somewhere that wasn't here. If that was the case, I'd need money. The most convenient thing would have been just to add a purse to my outfit but I knew Bryce would question it because who wears a purse in there own house. Shuffling through my pile of bags, I finally found what I was looking for. Grabbing all of the money from my shoebox of a bank, I shoved it into my childhood fanny pack. I then put the fanny pack on and adjusted my clothes so it was fully covered. A small part of me said that I was planning for an event that wasn't going to happen, but to big a part of my brain did believe that I was going to need to spend the night (if not even a few days) away from the house.
"Hey lazy ass, hurry up and get down here already," that was my cue that I had taken to long. Hoping for the best even though I was expecting the worst, I made my way out of my room and headed downstairs to serve Bryce and his Soc friends beers.
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The Outsiders: Reunited at Last
FanfictionA common thought amongst the Greasers who live in Tulsa, Oklahoma in 1965 is that all Soc's have it made. But what if that wasn't the case for every Soc? What if sometimes a persons behavior only exists to protect those that they care about. Join Al...
