BEFORE YOU START READING THIS: I find it really fucking annoying that I have to do this, but whatever. There are some things in here that AREN'T exactly like the book. Stop correcting it, its my book, I will change what I want. If you have a problem with it, don't read my story, don't point it out, and go write your own. Also, some people keep pointing out how something in this chapter is "too extreme" *spoiler* I'm sorry but when has rape been considered something that doesn't happen? Rape fucking happens everyday, and just because this subject was never dabbled in the Outsiders book doesn't mean it doesn't happen. *end spoiler* I will be going through all the annoying ass comments and deleting them.
Enjoy my book.
I put on my jean jacket, skinny jeans, tank top, and chucks. I check myself out in the mirror. I have dark brown hair, bright green eyes, thin, but full lips, and a slim face. I brush my hair, and do my usual cow lick in my hair. I am a greaser. I say to myself. I am a greaser and proud.
I don't feel like a typical greaser, to be honest. Most girl Greasers wear trampy clothes, too much make up, and smoke a lot. I on the other hand, do not. I wear appropriate clothes, make good grades, and don't smoke. Unfortunately, I live on the bad part of town, but it's better than being a Soc.
If you don't know, Greasers are the poor side of town, with grease in our hair who look tuff. Soc's, which is pronounced So-sh-es, are the richer side, with pure leather jacks, and expensive cars. I clearly don't have that.
I wanted to take a walk out, maybe catch a movie. I grab my purse and walk out my room. I walked through my living room and saw my dad sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand. I held my breath and tried to walk by unnoticed. Success.
I walked down the street, hearing the casual whooping of people. It was around 6 at night, but I didn't care. I admired gangs who always stick together, like brothers. I've never really had a gang, I'm too awkward for that stuff.
I went down an alley way, a little short cut I had discovered. I crossed my arms, trying to block out the chill in the air.
Then suddenly, I heard a familiar roar of a mustang. My heart stopped, but I kept walking. I saw the blue mustang slowly come up. I tried to walk casually, but they stopped.
"Where you goin'?" A Soc asked.
I shook my head. "Anywhere."
Five Socs stepped out of the car. They walked over to me, staggering. "I think you should come with us pretty lady." One said to me, getting awful close, he smelled like alcohol.
I went to turn away, but he grabbed my shoulders and pinned me up against the wall. I squirmed, but he was too strong. I kicked him in the knee, and took two steps before being hit in the head.
I woke up groggily, letting my eyes adjust to everything. Looking up to see the Socs zipping up his pants, his rings shined in my face. I sat up and looked at him. "What did you do to me?" I asked, holding back the catch in my throat.
He grinned slyly. "Just had a bit of fun."
I grew furious. "That's rape."
"You weren't awake, so, probably not." He said getting into his car. "Later, Greaser skank." He said driving off with his friends.
My mouth opened as tears rolled down my cheeks, I looked down to see my pants undone, and noticed I'm not wearing underwear. I stood up and buttoned my pants, and grabbed my purse. I stood there for a minute or two, and fell back down.
I landed on my knees and ran my hand through my hair. I started crying harder and covered my eyes with my hands. I barely remember anything. Just blacking out, and those rings...
I heard some laugher coming down the alley. I quickly wiped my eyes with my sleeves. I looked up and saw two guys walking together, joking and stuff. I recognized them as greasers.
The stopped in front of me. "What happened to you?" One of them asked.
I looked down at the floor. "I'm pretty sure I just got raped..." I said quietly.
"Or you just had a boyfriend, went all the way, and he dumped you. Get over it." The second voice said.
"It was a Soc." I said hard.
There was a minute of silence. "Look at me." The second voice said.
I looked up, feeling my puffy eyes. I silently gasped and immediately knew who he was.
He's Dallas Winston, the most bad greaser around. He had been in jail, and got into some pretty heavy stuff in New York. He was built, had brown, slightly greased hair, a mean face, and incredibly attractive. His face relaxed a little bit, then he had this look in his eyes... I can't quite explain it. "Who is the Soc?" He asked, with his deep voice.
I shook my head and sniffed. "I don't know his name, but he had rings on his fingers, and a blue mustang." I said.
His face got strict again. "I know exactly who he is." Dallas said. He looked over to the other guy with him, and nodded. "Come on, we're going to Curtis house." Dallas helped me to my feet.
We started walking, and Dallas introduced his friend. "This is Two-Bit." He said nodding at him. I nodded, and looked at him. He had his hair in some weird bangs. I don't really know how to explain it.
We walked a while and reached a small house. Dallas opened the door like it was his own house. There were people scattered all about. They all looked up at me. "Who's this?" A very tall and buff guy said getting up.
Dallas opened his mouth to say something, but stopped. He turned around. "What's your name?" He asked.
"Katelyn Waters." I said plainly.
Dallas nodded. "What she said. Look, I'll tell you everything." He said walking with him to the kitchen.
Two-Bit took my arm and walked me over to a sofa. "Here, I'll introduce you to everyone." He said. He pointed to a teenager sitting with another one, he had his hair greased back as it fell behind his ears. He looked young. "That's Ponyboy Curtis." I nodded and smiled. "I like your name." I said. Ponyboy nodded and smiled back.
"This is Johnny Cade" Johnny had curly jet black hair, with long bangs. His eyes were also black, with a scared look. I waved at him, he waved back.
"This is Sodapop Curtis." Sodapop was also very handsome, like a movie star. Again. Greased hair.
"This is Steve Randle." Steve was built too, and had his hair greased in all different places.
"And that big guy you met was Darry Curtis."
I nodded and smiled at everyone. They all looked friendly, to me at least.
Darry and Dallas came back. Darry stepped out. "So, Katelyn, you've had a rough night. You should get a shower. If it's tough at home, you can stay the night and just recover a little. I'll get you a towel." Darry said walking off.
Dallas threw himself on the couch and lit a cigarette. "So, Katelyn, I aint ever seen you around." He said.
I shrugged. "I keep to myself." I said.
Dallas looked like he thought for a minute. "You know what? Next time I see Bob, I'll pound in his face." He said.
I'm guessing Bob was the Soc.
Darry came back in. "Alright, water is running and a towel is ready for you. We also got you some clothes to crash in, yours looks dirty." He said with a smile.
I nodded and went into the bathroom, the shower was already hot and ready. I took off my clothes and stepped in. I let myself relax, as I washed myself. After I washed and turned off the shower, I wrapped myself in a towel. I saw a pair of sweatpants, boxers, and a big T shirt. I put them on, including my bra. Everything was a tad bit big, but oh well.
I walked out and awkwardly sat down next to Dallas again. I glanced over at him every once in a while. "Hey, Dallas..." I said quietly.
He looked over at me and raised his eyebrow.
"T- Thanks for tonight." I said smiling.
He shrugged. "It's whatever. Call me Dally." He said.
"Alright, Dally. Call me Kat."
